I started with a ship full of max-level veterans, and I'm just a complete noob.

"Who taught you that?"

The air in the cabin seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

Jiang Ming sat on the wooden chair, his hand holding the enamel teacup frozen in mid-air.

The scalding tea splashed onto the back of his hand, leaving a red mark, but he didn't even dare to frown.

Qian Xuesen's eyes, hidden behind his round metal-framed glasses, were now as deep as a black hole that could devour everything.

That keen intuition of a top scientist immediately pinpointed the biggest flaw in Jiang Ming's words.

How can someone who can't even learn Bernoulli's equation on the spot possibly spout a distributed communication network concept that is decades ahead of its time?

(°Д°) Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Jiang Ming roared inwardly, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The three ironclad rules of the Tongtian Record were like three bloodstained guillotines, hanging brightly over his neck.

"Disclosing the existence of this system is strictly prohibited! Revealing your transmigrated identity is strictly prohibited!"

If this is violated, not only will the name card shatter on the spot, but Qian Lao's precious scientific lineage will also be permanently blocked!

This was his only asset, the only thing that allowed him to survive on this ship!

"gentlemen……"

Jiang Ming swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

He slammed down his teacup, grabbed his short hair tightly with both hands, ruffled it into a mess, and pretended to be both frantic and aggrieved.

"Nobody taught me! Nobody really taught me!"

Jiang Ming raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"I just figured it out on my own!"

Qian Xuesen did not speak, but simply looked at him quietly, his scrutinizing gaze undiminished.

"Just overthinking it?"

Qian Xuesen's voice was steady, yet it carried a strong sense of pressure.

"Do you know how complex the signal coding logic involved in frequency division multiplexing and time division multiplexing you just mentioned is? Could a student who doesn't even understand basic mechanics possibly figure that out by guessing?"

Jiang Mingxin made a firm decision to stick to the persona of an academically challenged but wildly imaginative student to the very end.

"Sir, I admit that I can't understand the proper textbooks in my school at all."

Jiang Ming gestured urgently with both hands.

"But I enjoy reading for leisure! I've read Jules Verne's *Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea*, and Wells' novels. I love to fantasize about things that don't even exist!"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and continued to make up stories.

"And when I was in the US, even though I didn't go to class, I liked to go to junkyards to dismantle old radios and broken radio stations! I discovered that if two radios were placed too close together, they would cross-channel and create noise. I thought, could we separate these signals like cars on the road, with traffic police separating them into lanes? It was such a bizarre idea that I dreamt about!"

After saying this, Jiang Ming bit his lower lip hard, adopting a "believe it or not, this is my level anyway" attitude.

(Ｔ▽Ｔ) God help me, please don't ask again!

A deathly silence fell over the cabin.

The only sound was the dull thud of waves crashing against the hull outside the window.

Qian Xuesen stared at Jiang Ming.

Half a minute passed, then a minute passed.

Jiang Ming felt like an insect nailed to a specimen board, all his pretense appearing precarious under the gaze of a max-level expert.

Just as Jiang Ming was about to lose his composure and was about to close his eyes and await death, Qian Xuesen suddenly withdrew his gaze.

The suffocating sense of oppression receded instantly, like a receding tide.

"The seeds of science sometimes do indeed sprout from wild and imaginative fantasies."

Qian Xuesen turned and walked to his desk, his tone returning to its usual gentleness and tolerance.

"When Jules Verne wrote 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,' there were no nuclear submarines in the world. Your intuition, which is not limited by the constraints of books, is very special."

Jiang Ming let out a long breath and slumped into the chair like a lump of mud.

He's alive!

Just when Jiang Ming thought the terrifying moment of the night was finally over, Qian Xuesen opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a thick, black personal notebook.

The cover of this notebook is made of genuine leather, and the edges have been worn smooth and shiny, indicating that it has been with Qian Xuesen for many years and records countless precious scientific research inspirations.

Qian Xuesen turned a new page and picked up that Parker pen.

Jiang Ming sat in the chair and curiously leaned over.

The next second, Jiang Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and his scalp exploded instantly.

Qian Xuesen solemnly drew hexagons on the blank page.

That was a base station relay diagram that Jiang Ming had casually drawn with a pencil to explain cellular networks.

But Qian Lao's paintings were incredibly meticulous.

Each hexagon has the same side length, and the radius of signal coverage and the blind zone of the intersection point are marked with dashed lines in the middle. There are even several preliminary derivation formulas about electromagnetic wave attenuation listed next to them!

The max-level expert actually delivered a preliminary theoretical blow to his nonsense on the spot!

After finishing the drawing, Qian Xuesen wrote a powerful and vigorous annotation next to it.

"The highly forward-looking concept of distributed frequency division can serve as a breakthrough direction for future radio communications."

After writing this sentence, Qian Xuesen paused for a moment.

He turned his head and gave Jiang Ming a deep look.

Then, below the idea, he wrote a few words, stroke by stroke.

Narrator: Jiang Ming

boom!

As Jiang Ming sat in the chair, he felt a surge of electricity rush from his tailbone to the top of his head, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

(✧◡✧)

These are Qian Xuesen's personal research notes!

Laptops of this caliber will undoubtedly become top-secret national archives in the future, and may even become prized possessions in science museums, protected by bulletproof glass!

The expert not only didn't dismiss his words as nonsense, but instead treated them as important research material and solemnly recorded them.

He even completely linked his name with this 5G communication prototype that was decades ahead of its time!

Jiang Ming felt both lingering fear and shock.

He, a mediocre college student from 2024, has somehow carved his name into the history of human science in a secret and unbelievable way!

"Okay, it's too late today."

Qian Xuesen closed the notebook, carefully put it back in the drawer, and locked it.

"Go back and rest. Finish reviewing the second half of the basic lecture notes tomorrow."

"Yes, sir!"

Jiang Ming suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully.

He left room 107 and gently closed the door behind him.

The crystal chandelier in the corridor was still bright. Jiang Ming stepped on the soft red carpet, feeling as light as if he were walking on cotton.

Push open the door to room 108 next door.

The first-class cabins were many times more spacious than the lower-class third-class cabins.

A single bed covered with snow-white sheets, a separate writing desk, and even a small ensuite bathroom.

Jiang Ming didn't even take a shower; he lay down on the soft bed, fully clothed.

The waves gently rocked the boat, producing a hypnotic white noise.

But Jiang Ming couldn't sleep at all.

He stared at the intricate plaster patterns on the ceiling, his heart still pounding in his chest.

The scene of Qian Xuesen writing "Narrator: Jiang Ming" in his notebook kept replaying in his mind.

A crazy idea suddenly popped into his head and grew wildly like weeds.

Mr. Qian drew this picture in his notebook and even signed it.

If one day in the future, this notebook is made public.

Could the course of history really be altered by the flapping of his little butterfly wings?

Will Jiang Ming's name actually appear in textbooks decades from now when discussing the origins of modern communication networks?

Jiang Ming turned over and looked out the window at the deep night view of the Pacific Ocean.

The cruise ship is about to enter the South China Sea, getting closer and closer to the coastline of our motherland.

Just then, the Heavenly Record in my mind suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a faint ring of dark golden light.

Jiang Ming suddenly sat up, staring intently at the void before him.

Before he could examine the changes on the system panel, a burst of smug laughter suddenly came from the hallway outside.

Judging from the voices, it was Xu Chongwen and several other scholars who had returned from overseas.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Tomorrow is his last day before returning home. There are still people on this ship waiting to see him make a fool of himself.