The cup exploded due to the resonance, and the water spilled all over the table.
Because of Olsen's passionate and high - pitched words, the sound of the glass breaking was so insignificant that it did not cause a fatal blow to the hearts of the old people.
Dr. Raffson looked at the water on the table in front of him spreading like blood in a blood vessel. The laminar flow collided and formed a turbulent flow. He was like a fool, quietly lost in thought.
"This is the most perfect masterpiece. It's filled with steampunk ... No, it's the precision and mystery of future technology." "Mr. Rafson, if this year's Physics Prize isn't given to the last piece of the puzzle for classical physics, then it will be the end of the world!" Olsen said while waving his hands and feet.
"..." Rafson was stunned for a moment. He could hear the determination in Olsen's tone.
This wasn't a threat, nor was it a trick. It was a kind of fanaticism.
