Chapter 506: Fire from the Sky

Took two pieces of composition paper from the podium.

Wang Xiaoming, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around and looked at the Chinese teacher with some doubts: "Teacher, do you think parallel universes really exist?"

The Chinese teacher raised his head and put up his glasses. He curled his lips lightly: "This is not a question you should care about. Go back and write it down."

"Teacher, what do you think of the space-time paradox?"

"How many dimensions do you think there are in the universe?"

"…………"

Wang Xiaoming asked more than a dozen physical questions in one breath.

This scene made several students at the front desk stunned.

What's wrong with this guy? He dared to ask these questions to the Chinese teacher.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was about to continue asking questions, the Chinese teacher turned around and interrupted him: "Study hard, these are really not issues you should consider at your age now."

"Making money is the most important thing in the world. In this society, you can't do anything without money."

"Utopianism requires a harmonious and stable environment!"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly stopped and asked seriously: "Teacher, do you mean that our current environment is not harmonious and unstable?"

Hearing that this kid actually put such a big hat on himself, the Chinese teacher was completely stunned.

Then he was completely speechless.

"Go back and write it down for me quickly. If you say anything more, I will call your class teacher."

Wang Xiaoming curled his lips helplessly, and then returned to his seat reluctantly.

The students around him immediately looked at him with respect.

Chinese teachers have always been strict. It is extraordinary that this kid dared to talk back to the Chinese teacher.

"Brave man, what a brave man."

"In view of your performance today, I'll pay for tomorrow's dinner."

The classmate patted him on the back and said proudly.

"Tsk."

Wang Xiaoming pushed his stinky hand away, took out a stack of draft paper, and began to write and draw on it.

He has always believed that parallel universes are real.

He also believes that the things described in novels are real, but they just didn't happen in their world.

A long time ago, he got a very powerful theory from all the data.

There are countless parallel universes in this world, and all parallel universes are constantly changing and constantly deriving new parallel universes.

Each parallel universe represents another possibility in life.

Every decision a person makes in his life will give birth to many parallel universes.

All parallel universes are combined together to form a vast and endless multiverse.

Wang Xiaoming wrote the word multiverse heavily on the draft paper.

"Perhaps as long as enough people believe in it, the world in the novel can be reproduced, jumping out of the large base of the multiverse, and even appearing in our universe."

This world is like this. As long as enough people believe in it, it is the fact and the truth.

For example, some Chinese characters will always change their correct pronunciation because of the pronunciation that most people mistakenly believe in.

In today's society, the power of the crowd is much stronger than the power of the individual.

"So I prefer the world where personal power is infinitely strengthened and individuals crush the group."

Shaking his head, Wang Xiaoming put his hands together and began to constantly fantasize about the world that Zhang Haizhong has always existed in.

The moment he knew about Luo Duo's universe, he made up his mind to imagine the world in his mind every day. He believed that as long as enough people knew about it and his imagination was perfect enough, that world would appear in his mind.

In this infinitely vast world, there are infinite possibilities.

Thinking about it, Wang Xiaoming, who closed his eyes, suddenly heard a huge explosion.

He opened his eyes and looked at everything around him in a bit of a loss. The students stopped reciting and leaned on the windows one by one, curiously looking at the large group of bright fireworks in the distance.

"What's going on? Has the Third World War broken out?"

"It doesn't look like the movement of weapons, but more like a meteorite from outer space. Could it be a meteor falling?"

"I suspect it's an alien spaceship coming."

The Chinese teacher coughed hard.

"Go back to your seats and sit down. These things are not your turn to worry about."

He walked slowly to the window and took a look from a distance.

"I'll go find the dean, the monitor, and the class representative. Maintain good classroom discipline and don't make loud noises."

After giving two instructions, the Chinese teacher left the classroom.

How could a mere monitor and class representative resist dozens of public opinions? Everyone leaned on the window again, curiously looking at the large group of flames in the distance.

Wang Xiaoming was next to the window. His position was very good and he could see clearly.

On the mountain east of the school, a large ball of fire suddenly fell from the sky, landed on the top of the mountain, and then continued to burn.

"It's so strange, it looks like a flame, but it doesn't spread to the surrounding materials at all. The climate is so dry now, the flowers and plants there are all flammable, a spark can cause a big fire, but the flame is still fixed in the original position..."

"I suspect this is a supernatural power, could it be the revival of spiritual energy?"

"No, no, no, I feel like aliens have arrived. This is most likely their technological power."

Listening to the students' discussion, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a palpitation, and a strong sense of nausea spread in his heart.

It seemed that when the flame fell to the ground, as soon as he heard the huge roar, his body felt a great discomfort.

Ugh! !

After restraining himself for a while, Wang Xiaoming still couldn't help it and vomited directly on the table.

"Oh my god, classmate Xiaoming, what are you doing? It's really disgusting."

"What did you eat at night? This smell is really strong."

The classmates around him quickly spread around, covering their noses and making the same disgusting expressions.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned and looked carefully at the thing he vomited.

On the yellow desk, there was a pile of sticky liquid, which was pure black and very strange.

"What is this? How could there be such a thing in my stomach?"

Wang Xiaoming was confused.

While he was thinking, the black mucus quickly gathered together and turned into a white eggshell.

This scene surprised the students around him, and they couldn't help but take their phones to take photos and videos of the admission.

Wang Xiaoming stepped back suddenly.

It seemed that he had discovered something terrifying. He didn't care about anything and left the classroom and the school at all costs.