The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 1 Meteor Shower

"At 15:45 PM Beijing time, renowned Chinese astronomer Jia Meng, along with the country's leading astronomical team, made the first-ever prediction of a phenomenal meteor shower, with thousands of meteors expected. This meteor shower is reportedly the closest predicted to Earth's orbit. Current measurements indicate the presence of a massive celestial body in the vicinity of the radiation, suspected to be a black hole..."

"Here, here... Yes, right, the last four digits are 7474, this is it, give it to me, thank you." The girl leaned out halfway and reached out to take the takeout from the other person.

The delivery guy stared blankly at the slightly trembling, closed doorway. Before he could finish speaking, only the lingering sound of "thank you" echoed in the air.

Oh dear... Why are young people these days so impatient? He really wanted to say something, even just a word or two, but this was the fifth time he'd been turned away today.

Sigh, in the modern world, has it become so difficult for people to even utter a few words of wisdom? When did the distance between people become so vast...? This guy rarely indulged in philosophy, but he felt that this was somewhat worthy of the sociology elective he took in college.

As for why a well-educated college student would end up working as a food delivery driver, that's a topic for another sociological study.

The delivery guy looked a little bored and drooped his lips. In the end, he had to leave with regret because of the order deadline.

He originally wanted to keep up with the latest news about the meteor shower and tell the other party about it, but as it got dark, there was no one willing to listen.

This must be his second-to-last order; one more and he should be done with his work for the day. The news says there's a very high chance of seeing a meteor shower tonight, a spectacle that happens only once every million years.

To this end, he even rented a large camera, hoping to capture a series of stunning astronomical images that would amaze the world. He hoped this would allow him to achieve a significant leap in his career and social standing.

Okay, enough rambling. Let's go back to delivering takeout... takeout! After all, even the grandest dreams need a full meal first.

By the way, what was that thing hanging at the girl's door again? A pendant? A bell? It was grayish, with mottled colors, looking like steel but not quite steel, and not quite plastic either. The carving seemed very rough, like an impressionist work that was casually carved.

Logically speaking, such things are everywhere in the modern world, and modern people have long been accustomed to this abstract style of the stranger the better. It's good that you can't understand it, which can fool a lot of people, such as food delivery guys.

The moment he turned around, he inexplicably felt that the pendant's color was a bit strange, as if... it was flashing? It was a very strange light that instantly captured one's attention, indescribably shimmering and colorful, difficult to describe with existing human language, a feeling that cannot be universally defined by humans.

But then he realized it was just an ordinary pendant, dusty and plain, so ugly that he doubted he'd just imagined it. The delivery guy couldn't help but laugh at his own wild imagination, a lingering effect of his reading, even supernatural fantasies were creeping in. Too bad there aren't that many weirdos in this world.

He urged himself to walk a few steps faster and head to the other side of the building.

And what is the girl who received the takeout and made the delivery guy complain for ages doing? She's been holding the takeout for so long, she must be eating it.

Yes, not right.

She did receive the takeout. As soon as she opened the lid, the fragrant aroma of the spicy hot pot wafted out, and the ingredients looked fresh and delicious. The girl's appetite was instantly whetted; the loss of appetite due to being forced to work overtime all day was suddenly restored. She eagerly picked up a small piece of soft, mushy taro. But joy turned to sorrow. Because she ate too quickly, the food burned her mouth, causing a large blister that hurt terribly. In a moment of weakness, she moved too roughly and accidentally splashed some scalding hot broth. Then, oh dear, a series of reactions, combined with her disheveled hair hanging loosely at her temples, successfully knocked over the hot pot—including the piece she was holding.

The food spilled all over her, and her exposed skin instantly turned red from the heat. Moreover, she didn't get to eat a single bite of the super deluxe spicy hot pot.

The girl immediately looked like she was about to explode, but then her expression shifted to one of suppressed frustration and grievance, and she had to suppress her emotions.

Good heavens, is this what they mean by bad luck—even drinking water can cause problems? Why is even spicy hot pot targeting her?
However, the girl had already been toughened up by society for many years, and was no longer someone who would break down over the smallest things. Besides, no one would see her grievances; she was all alone in this big house, with no one to confide in.

Besides, it's just a broken bowl of spicy hot pot. She was forced to work overtime today and revised the same contract forty-three times without getting angry. She felt that after today's experience, her temper and patience had improved a lot. She was grateful to society and the client for giving her this opportunity, and smiled.

She rallied her spirits, first cleaning up the mess on the floor, then grabbing a casual set of loungewear and rushing into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Once he came out, he quickly adjusted his mindset and was back to being Jiang Letian.

But... once dinner's gone, it's gone. Ordering another one now would mean waiting another hour or so. Jiang didn't have that much patience; after all, her "dear" client was waiting for her to revise it for the forty-fourth time. Calm down!

So she thought for a moment, then grabbed a bowl of instant noodles from the kitchen, deciding to make do with that for dinner. She was starving.

Leaving the kitchen, she went to the dining table and boiled a pot of water. The television was still reporting on the meteor shower, with experts using exaggerated language to describe its rarity and grandeur.

The girl wasn't particularly interested at first, but since she was waiting for hot water and the man's voice was so captivating, she couldn't help but drift off into a daze while biting her fork.

She quickly pulled her attention away from the TV when she heard the sound of boiling water, poured the noodles into her instant noodles, and then returned to her computer to continue her work.

Instant noodles shouldn't be cooked for too long, but it still takes time. The girl rested her chin on her hand, looking at the floor-to-ceiling window next to the computer. Through the relatively spacious balcony, she could see the starry sky outside, and the person on the TV behind her was excitedly shouting something about "meteor shower."

Ugh, so boring. I wonder when the meteor shower will start. Could it be... any minute now? Never mind, what are the chances of seeing it? Besides, this is a city, not a good spot for observation.

So why is she thinking about all this? Has she really been influenced by what those people said? She thinks that filling her stomach is more realistic at this stage.

Oh, the instant noodles are ready. She's really hungry now.

I've started a new book! However, my other book, which I'll be focusing on updating, is still a long way off. This one is for a change of pace, to seek more inspiration. If you're interested, feel free to check it out; it's also a long novel.

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