A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Nine months later.

"According to the latest news from this station, the youngest Nobel Prize winner in physics in history, Mr. Albert Irving, who has never appeared in public, will go to the United States this month for exchanges..."

"Please lower the volume."

In a black extended-length Cadillac, the young black-haired man in the back row frowned slightly after hearing the announcement and said to the driver.

"Meow-"

An orange cat was pacing on the spacious seat, its nose touching the man's thigh from time to time.

The car with sharp edges and corners is moving through the pattering rain. Although it is not as beautiful as the streamlined shape, it has a different kind of heaviness and solidity.

"I don't know when we will get enough energy. I hope Hydra will not cause trouble again."

He sighed softly and looked out the car window.

The streets of Boston in 1987 were not much different from those in previous lives, especially in non-commercial centers like Cambridgeshire. Even in the crisp autumn weather of September, the brown and gray Gothic buildings on both sides still look so gloomy.

"Although no one has ever seen Mr. Irvine or even doubted his existence, he is undoubtedly one of the brightest stars in the scientific community in the 20th century and even in human history. The nanometer and quantum technologies he published have... This station will Keep following you..."

"Okay, Mr. Irvine,"

The red-haired woman in the driver's seat pressed the volume "-",

"But they should have mentioned that you got two at the same time, no, three to be precise..."

"Natasha," Albert's tone became slightly more serious, and he shook his head helplessly, "We all know that those things are not important."

The book was closed and stuffed into his handbag. He stared at the slowly receding spire attic outside the window. He stopped talking and just took out a black gold-rimmed pen from his breast pocket and started spinning it.

The car gradually drove into a modern-style neighborhood. Under the skyscrapers, pedestrians in suits and ties hurriedly shuttled through the streets holding umbrellas.

Natasha glanced back through the car mirror and pursed her lips.

"Every time you say that, sir, you don't look like an 18-year-old boy at all."

"Ha ha."

Outside the window, the golden letters of "Stark Industries" on a 100-meter-high building stood out in the gray mist.

As the youngest winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics and the Fields Medal, a winner in life with a lovely daughter,

Albert is definitely the type of person who most refuses to travel through time.

In the tenth year after becoming an academician, he led the construction of the world's first artificial super wormhole, which was named quantum channel.

If there is no accident, the accident happened.

The moment the passage opened, he was drawn into a super strong gravitational vortex.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the hot pit of a cave in the northwest, and my thinking was extremely clear.

When he discovered that time had gone back 40 years and he had just been born, he thought it was a rebirth plot and he had to start over.

It wasn’t until I went to town when I was 5 years old that I heard Stark Industries mentioned on the radio while listening to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union...

After crossing the Charles River, the car stopped in front of a large white dome building about 30 meters high. This is one of the most famous buildings at MIT. Behind the orange cordon, countless excited reporters and students have already been crowded outside, waving long guns and cannons.

Natasha opened the back door.

"Thank you," Albert put on his sunglasses and bent down to get out of the car, looking around.

At least two-thirds of the men and one-fifth of the women present were attracted to Natasha's exaggerated figure and red hair and lips, including several professors who often appeared in newspapers.

"The appeal of the Black Widow is really..." Albert smacked his mouth.

He doesn't know, and has no interest in finding out Black Widow's purpose for the time being. Since entering the United States as Albert, she has served as a driver and secretary in the MIT entourage.

Acting like an American sweetheart who adores you.

Before he could take a deep breath of Boston's humid September air, he was overwhelmed by reporters' flashes that were more frequent than high-energy particle collisions.

"Mr. Irvine, you really only have..."

"Mr. Irwin, why did you reject the Nobel Peace..."

"Mr. Irvine, what do you think of Time Magazine selecting you as the second-best scientist in history, surpassing Einstein..."

"Albert, I love you!!! I'm going to give you a monkey!!!"

Well, the last one is definitely not a serious reporter.

Standing under Natasha's umbrella, looking at the tall white dome in front of him, Albert took a deep breath.

Before returning to China in his previous life, he taught at MIT for 12 years.

This large dome was his favorite library.

"No need to follow me up." Albert walked out from under the umbrella and gently stopped Natasha.

Surrounded by countless reporters, he walked up the steps and stood still. He straightened his sky blue striped suit and made a downward gesture to indicate silence.

Feeling the drizzle falling on his face, Albert took off his sunglasses. His deep facial features perfectly blended with oriental elegance, causing a burst of screams and cheers.

After revealing his age and identity, his youth and mystery immediately attracted a large number of fans.

The explorers of truth in academia were shocked by his unparalleled brain and lightning speed of scientific research; the proud students of MIT at the same age as him also had to lower their arrogant heads in the face of unattainable achievements.

The crowd finally became less excited, and Albert cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry. As you can see, the weather today is not that good. I will only answer three questions."

Suddenly, reporters’ questions and the sound of camera shutters once again filled this supposedly solemn academic temple.

"first question."

"Mr. Alvin, you..."

"I seem to be much younger than you, just call me Albert."

"Ah, okay Mr. Irvine. Are you really only 18 years old? I heard that you grew up in a small village in the East. Is it true? Why did you come to the United States..."

"Don't get excited, miss."

Albert interrupted her barrage of questions.

"Strictly speaking, these are three questions, but I can tell you that I have personally reviewed all the information published in the newspaper, and it is all true. Of course, I am here for academic research. As you can guess, I and MIT Several universities and enterprises such as the Polytechnic Institute have already reached cooperation."

Haha, if it weren't for Hydra's troubles and energy problems, he wouldn't have come to this dangerous place.

Since he discovered that this was not rebirth but time travel, he spent the first 18 years working hard to build another quantum channel.

This may be the only hope of returning.

Albert did not go to the United States because of his daughter's love for American comics. Even though he was not a big fan, he knew the chaos and dangers of this world.

So he kept using the name Albert Irvine to make money and buy equipment.

It wasn't until Baron Strucker and the Winter Soldier came to visit nine months ago that he realized that the East was not completely safe.

Of course, I have to blame myself for the article I published when upgrading artificial intelligence. I didn’t have time to use quantum computing to derive virtual addresses.

Another major issue is energy.

Not long after the quantum channel was built, he discovered that with current charging technology, the channel could never be opened.

Therefore, Albert listed supernatural energy as his number one target.

"Mr. Ivan, may I ask you..."

"Mr. Alvin..."

His thoughts were interrupted by questions one after another, and Albert came back to his senses.

"The young blonde lady."

He glanced around and pointed at a reporter in the front row wearing black professional attire. This young woman seemed to be in disbelief at her good fortune.

"Times Magazine intern reporter. Mr. Irvine, why did you choose MIT instead of Harvard University, which is next door and has a longer history, as the first stop of your visit to the United States?"

"..."

Hearing the word "next door", Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. It seems that no matter which world the mutual derision between Harvard and MIT will disappear.

"Okay, let me call you Ms. Harvard." Albert looked at the girl in front of him who had obviously just graduated recently and was full of youthful spirit. The white shirt in the gray suit jacket was ironed without a trace of wrinkles. The elite temperament from top to bottom reflects the atmosphere of Harvard.

"Because," Albert looked thoughtfully and looked in the direction of Harvard.

"I can count 1+2." (See notes in Chapter )

This immediately caused the surrounding MIT students to burst into laughter.

"next."

"Mr. Irvine, my name is Tony Stark, a junior at MIT. My question is..."

"Call me..."

He stopped and looked at the student he randomly picked, who was wearing an expensive suit. For a junior, he was a little too young.

Albert remembered the description of Tony Stark in the movie.

Born in 1970, entered MIT at the age of 14.

It doesn't seem like the same name.

"Call me Albert,"

Albert walked down the steps and came to Tony's eye level.

He was curious whether the young Tony Stark was as arrogant and arrogant as he would become in the future.

And how much of a genius he really is.

"Albert, how did you do that?" The boy's face showed yearning and curiosity.

"Are you referring to quantum energy or..."

"All of this," Tony said with a hint of admiration in his eyes, but more of a spark of eagerness to try.

"How can I be like you?"

If someone else had asked this question, the people listening would probably have a hard time holding back their laughter. Like Albert Irvine? What a joke.

But this is Tony Stark, a World War II hero and the genius son of a famous military entrepreneur. A few months ago, he was admitted to MIT with a gold medal in the Physics Olympiad, perfect SAT scores, and 13 points in 5 AP exams.

It’s one genius meeting another super genius.

No, no one calls Albert a genius anymore. He is a truly great man.

The papers he published advanced the field of quantum physics by 50 years or more, and he won two Nobel Prizes in Physics in just two years.

No one laughed, and countless reporters focused their cameras on the two.

"I'm referring to the first paper you published on quantum mechanics when you were 14."

"In it, you used almost all cutting-edge and even self-created mathematical tools, and solved 6 quantum motion problems by the way, and I have just started to learn about the one-dimensional simple harmonic oscillator."

There was a hint of collapse in young Tony's tone.

"Time? Where did you get the time?"

"Well," Albert straightened up and helped Tony wipe off the water drops on his suit.

"I wish I could tell you Tony, please allow me to call you that." Albert walked back up the steps.

"But all I can say is," Albert turned around and scanned the reporters and students below seriously one by one, "I am grateful for the gift this world has given me."

As he spoke, he pointed to his head.

There is no adulteration in this sentence.

When he traveled to this world, his thinking was like an accelerator.

If thinking in the previous life was about trudging forward in the quagmire, now it is about driving wildly on the highway with no speed limit.

Frontier problems that in memory took years can now be solved in less than half a year.

Maybe it's because the rules of the universe are different, Albert thought, or maybe it's the particularity of this universe and the earth. He also finally understood why Tony Stark could create controllable nuclear fusion with a hammer in a shabby cave.

"Only when you experience the feeling of being imprisoned can you learn to cherish it."

"This will be the best of times and the worst of times. I don't know if God exists, but countless demons are about to emerge from hell..."

Albert wanted to say something more, but looking at the increasingly confused expressions of the reporters and students below, he could only shake his head.

In 1987, there were no invasions of aliens, dimensional demons, or parallel universes (at least the public didn't know about them). Only the conflict between mutants and humans was a problem.

And I have no need or obligation to remind you.

"Well, that's not important."

"The important thing is," he looked at the students from MIT and other world-renowned universities, "this is your era. You, especially you Tony, I believe you can do better than me."

"Mr. Irvine, the devil you are referring to is..."

"Mr. Irvine, do you believe in God?"

As soon as he finished speaking, questions from reporters and students immediately flooded Albert like a tide.

At this moment, Albert suddenly felt a headache, getting stronger and stronger, as if a high-speed rotating chainsaw was trying to punch holes in his scalp, and he was holding on to the last line of defense leading to the depths of his heart. .

Pain, pain that goes straight into the soul!

The tearing sensation in just a few seconds made Albert squat on the ground, pressing his temples with both hands, and let out a low roar.

Just when he couldn't help but want to hit his head on the ground, the pain suddenly stopped again.

He was sitting on his knees on the ground, breathing heavily, like a drowning man who had just landed on the shore and almost drowned. The white shirt under the suit was already soaked.

Only then did he notice that the crowd at the foot of the steps had all frozen in their actions a few seconds ago, motionless.

Albert frowned and looked around warily.

Time stops? Did some god from the universe find him?

This is the first time in eighteen years that he has been in such a sorry state.

It's not like he hasn't thought about the crises he might face as a time traveler.

When he traveled from the original world to Marvel, his soul was torn apart crazily in the cracks of the multiverse just like Doctor Strange first met the Ancient One. He's not even sure if there is a universe outside of Marvel.

"Boom!"

Just as Albert was thinking carefully about information that could deceive multiple or even omnipotent gods in the universe, a thunder suddenly woke him up, and the rain began to get heavier.

I was too nervous to notice that only the person was still.

So at this point in time, it could only be him.

As the autumn wind carried a few golden leaves to the marble steps, a familiar figure slowly passed through the motionless crowd in a wheelchair.

Although he is completely bald, he has not become that old yet. Under the shiny bald head, a pair of sharp eyes stared at Albert.

really.

"Welcome to America, dear Mr. Irwin."

"Please forgive my rudeness, you can call me..."

"professor."