Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 995 - 497: Luck Is Also Misfortune_2

Shen You’an and Rong Xianning were now too popular, but with full gear and under the cover of others, they successfully navigated through the bustling night market.

Since this area was near a university town, the night market was mostly filled with young people, so their group did not attract too much attention.

They found the small restaurant mentioned in the address. When Shen You’an walked in, there were only a few sparse customers inside.

The owner’s wife saw Shen You’an walk in and immediately stood up with excitement, welcoming them forward: "Professor Na is on the second floor, follow me."

The second floor was divided into two areas. The east side seemed to be the owner’s residence, while the west side near the window was decorated as a large private room, with a simple decor that brought you back ten years.

Na Amo was sitting by the window in the private room, outside was the neon-lit night market with bustling crowds. The woman held a book in her hands, engrossed in reading.

Upon hearing footsteps, Na Amo closed the book and stood up with a smile.

Shen You’an and the group walked in, respectfully addressing Professor Na.

Na Amo’s gaze swept over the vibrant young faces, looking very gratified.

"Please make yourselves comfortable, have a seat."

Everyone tacitly left the seat next to Na Amo for Shen You’an.

Na Amo invited them largely because of Shen You’an. Otherwise, they might never get to meet the professor, let alone dine at the same table.

Yan Lu also tactfully left the seat beside Shen You’an for Liu Runxi.

Rong Xianning was nudged to sit on Na Amo’s left, with Shen You’an and him flanking Na Amo.

The private room was quite small, seating nine people felt crowded, but no one seemed uncomfortable, probably owing to the professor’s very approachable nature.

"Don’t mind the small size of this place, it’s a well-established brand that’s been around for decades. Back when I was in college, my husband and I..."

Na Amo suddenly smiled: "Back then he was just my boyfriend. We often dined here, and over time it became a habit. The owner’s cooking is excellent, you’ll know when you try it."

Yan Lu, skilled in social interactions, jovially said: "Then we’re in for a treat, thank you, Professor Na."

Professor Na truly was genuine, nothing less expected from someone in research.

Zhang Yan was so excited she dared not speak, only gazing blankly at Na Amo.

This was a person featured in textbooks, she never imagined she’d dine with her.

It’s like an auspicious day for her ancestors.

Shen You’an’s gaze fell on the book beside Na Amo’s hand: "A Brief History of Time? So the professor is also interested in space-time physics?"

Na Amo replied with a smile: "I’m interested in all things physics, though this book’s thesis is quite intriguing, constructing a model of quantum spacetime that explains dark energy as spacetime flow."

Shen You’an added the next sentence: "Unifying micro-particle behavior with cosmic expansion through quantum spacetime fluctuations."

The two exchanged smiles, seeing a mutual understanding in each other’s eyes.

"So you’ve read it too."

She underestimated the girl before her.

Shen You’an beamed: "I’m interested in all things space-time physics. Don’t you think, Professor Na, that one day technology will realize time travel?"

Na Amo paused and said slowly: "I’ve thought about this too, but unfortunately it remains a beautiful idea, with too many issues and contradictions to solve; not to mention the fundamental conflict between general relativity and quantum mechanics, just the grandfather paradox alone is unsolvable."

Researchers can have bold ideas, but everything must be built on a theoretical foundation, otherwise it’s just castles in the air, aiming too high, contrary to the pursuit of truth in science.

Shen You’an raised an eyebrow: "What about developing some quantum decoherence theory to avoid the grandfather paradox?"

"Or using the holographic principle to convert three-dimensional crossing to boundary information reorganization." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Na Amo’s mind raced, she looked at the girl in astonishment: "This ties in with the black hole holographic topic you just designed in the competition, completing a closed knowledge loop. You’re too clever. If it’s you, I believe it’ll happen one day."

Shen You’an smiled with great confidence.

"I also believe in that day."

The others watched the two discuss profound physics theories; they couldn’t interject a word.

"Alright, we have plenty of time to discuss physics later. Now we should eat."

Na Amo had already asked Shen You’an and the others about any dietary restrictions and ordered the signature dishes in advance.

The owner’s wife began slowly serving the dishes, all homemade but exquisitely made by the owner.

The group ate happily.

They joked and laughed heartily.

Na Amo raised a glass of juice: "Bichen is my only son, I’m sure you all know. The child made a mistake and it’s my poor upbringing. If he has caused you any harm or trouble, I apologize on his behalf. As they say, to recognize one’s errors and correct them is the greatest virtue. As a mother, I sincerely ask you to give him another chance."

Upon hearing Na Amo take the initiative to mention Gu Bichen and apologize on his behalf, no one dared to respond immediately.

Professor Na was too frank and open, something others wouldn’t dare do in her position.

But she is Professor Na, the candid and sincere Professor Na.

Shen You’an placed a hand over Na Amo’s, smiling: "Professor Na, everyone is an independent individual. He made a mistake and will face his own consequences, it’s unrelated to you."

Na Amo smiled with relief: "You are all good kids; it’s Bichen who lacks the fortune."

Shen You’an placed the juice glass back down: "As long as he’s sincerely remorseful, he’s still our friend."

Na Amo shook her head: "No need to insist, everyone has their own path."

Rong Xianning spoke little that night and ate little as well, spending most of the time staring blankly at the bustling night market outside the window.

The bustling crowd and thriving night market still couldn’t erase the boy’s loneliness.

Noticing the boy’s unease, Na Amo placed a cup of warm water before him.

"Xianning, may I call you that?"

Rong Xianning snapped back to reality, unexpectedly meeting a pair of gentle eyes, like returning to the cradle of childhood in memory, with his mother’s tender, loving murmurs in a dream.

For some reason, in that instant, he suddenly felt like crying.