Chapter 83

Chapter 83

The top leader had just finished breakfast when the Minister of Science and Technology walked in hurriedly with a beaming face.

The top leader asked gently, "You look so happy. Is there good news?"

The Minister of Science and Technology replied with excitement, "Top leader, the Navier-Stokes equations have been solved by one of our scientists for a general solution. That million-dollar problem released by the Clay Institute has been cracked by our young scientist!"

The top leader's face lit up with pure joy and sighed, "Excellent, excellent. This shows that our Flower Kingdom's education still has its merits, not the international laughingstock some make it out to be. From your words, this scientist seems quite young?"

The Minister of Science and Technology said, "Yes, you've heard of this young scientist's name before. It's Feng Xia, who previously developed the stun baton with a silencer and not long ago led the 101 Research Institute in developing the Liquid Lithium Battery. After finishing the battery research, she didn't go back but instead stayed at Peking University to study Fluid Mechanics under Professor Zhang Yuanxian. Who would have thought she would solve such a world-class problem! Truly a prodigy!"

The top leader had heard of this young girl's reputation—extremely intelligent and possessing exceptional skills. But he never expected Feng Xia to give him such a big surprise. The Flower Kingdom's international status was low, and its technology was mockingly called "a land of barbarism" internationally. One could imagine the uproar Feng Xia's paper would cause once published.

The Minister of Science and Technology deliberated for a moment and said, "We may have to ask the young lady to endure for a while longer. This paper should not be published until next year. The general solution to the NS equations benefits many of our weapon systems. We must seize this opportunity, so we have to keep it under wraps for now."

The top leader nodded, "That's right. But I'm afraid the young lady might feel unhappy. Let me talk to her and see what she thinks. After all, it's her scientific achievement. Our Flower Kingdom cannot let the girl down."

Feng Xia didn't yet know she was about to meet the top leader. After completing the general solution to the NS equations, Old Zhang was beaming like a flower every day. His gaze when looking at Feng Xia was so tender it could drip water. He kept urging Feng Xia to take a couple of days off. That day in the cafeteria, Feng Xia had eaten nearly a whole basin of food, which truly startled him, but it didn't matter—the girl was growing and needed to eat more. What was wrong with resting a few more days?

Well, Feng Xia spent two peaceful days at home, going nowhere. Perhaps due to overusing her brain, she lay lazily on the sofa every day. The old folks at home didn't scold her for bad posture. The old lady even played the guqin for her from time to time, genuinely doting on her like a granddaughter.

But on the second day of rest, an uninvited guest arrived. Not exactly at the door, but they cornered Feng Xia on the Peking University campus.

The leader, a fashionably dressed woman, looked at Feng Xia angrily and said in a shrill voice, "So you're the one who hit my son?" Feng Xia understood immediately—this must be the mother of the idiot she smashed the day before. She nodded coolly, her fair face icy calm.

The woman's face darkened. Beside her stood a girl, presumably her daughter. Behind her were two young men who looked somewhat embarrassed to face Feng Xia—they were the two from the group that had played basketball with Jiang Lei the other day.

Jiang's mother's face turned red with anger at Feng Xia's indifferent attitude. Remembering her precious son beaten with a bloody nose and bruises by this girl, she wished she could tear her apart. That cheap little wretch dared to hit her son.

The two sides glared at each other, and just as Jiang's mother was about to lunge, Jiang Lei came running from somewhere, his face still bruised. He muttered reluctantly, "Mom, what are you doing? I told you not to get involved. Go back. Let it go."

Jiang's mother couldn't bear to look at her son's face. Her voice changed tone, "Oh, son, you've been spellbound by this little hussy. How can I not get involved? Step aside. I'm going to teach this little brat a lesson. Daring to hit my son—she's gone too far!"

Feng Xia's eyes went cold. It had been a long time since she'd been this angry. She was spewing filth.

This was on the Peking University campus, and many students had already gathered around. Qian Qian and her friends were also there. Seeing Jiang's mother cursing Feng Xia so vilely, they were furious. Qian Qian immediately stepped forward and said bluntly, "What gives you the right to yell at her? Your son almost hit me while playing basketball. My sister here blocked it for me. Instead of properly apologizing to me and my sister, he was all cocky. My sister got mad and threw it back. So? Can't a grown man dodge? Are me and my sister supposed to just get hit?"

Qian Qian stood in front of Feng Xia, making the matter clear. The onlookers, who had been somewhat sympathetic to Jiang Lei, immediately changed their expressions. A grown man playing basketball hits someone and then acts all cocky and calls out to the girl? Who'd be okay with that? He should have apologized properly. It was Jiang Lei's fault, and now his mother came to bully the victim. Honestly, you couldn't tell that the usually honest-looking Jiang Lei was like this.

Jiang's mother refused to back down, "So what if I hit you? My son didn't do it on purpose. Didn't he apologize to you? Are you trying to blackmail me? Let me tell you, you beat my son like this, you have to pay compensation. Pay me 200 yuan and apologize to my son, or I'll find your school leaders and have them expel you two little sluts!"

After that last curse, Feng Xia could see Qian Qian's body trembling with anger. Clearly, Jiang's mother's foul language and unreasonable behavior had shattered Qian Qian's worldview. A young girl who hadn't left school was no match for a shameless shrew.

Sure enough, Qian Qian was too flustered to speak. Jiang Lei was tugging at his mother to leave, but Jiang's mother wouldn't have it. She cursed even more filthily, dragging in ancestors and sexual organs endlessly. Even the surrounding students frowned and couldn't help but defend Feng Xia and Qian Qian. But Jiang's mother would argue unreasonably. She even plopped down on the ground and screamed, "University students bullying a woman!"

Soon, security guards arrived, and school leaders also came. They had no choice but to usher the group to the office. They too were afraid of such unreasonable people, wanting to smooth things over and have Feng Xia and Qian Qian admit fault to end the matter—just to keep the peace.

Feng Xia sneered, "What nonsense are you spouting? First, I'm not even a student at this school. Second, I'm in the right, and she's being unreasonable, and you want me to admit fault? Is this how you educate people?"

The school leaders, face stung by her words, flipped through the records and found that Feng Xia had come to Peking University to read books under Professor Chen Yue. So they sent for Professor Chen Yue.

Feng Xia was completely unafraid. She said with a smile, "Professor Zhang Yuanxian also taught me for a few days. Please ask him to come too. Let's hash this out right here, right now."