[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283480,4467,"Chapter 2: Chapter One: Stirring Two Souls Together","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Kraft woke up from a hangover after a night of celebrating the exam, only to find himself lying face down on a letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the light was dim, it was clear that saliva had soaked one corner of the letter, blurring the few letters crammed into the corner as they spread across the slightly yellow, rough paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the letter lay a dip pen; even with its nib dried and caked with ink, its pattern and model unrecognizable, he knew this was not the dip pen he’d bought for twenty yuan via Taobao—cheap industrial trash, but not this primitive, rugged thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His numb hand felt tiny burrs along the pen’s shaft; writing with this pen would rival the scribbles of one of Harry Potter’s Dark Arts professors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the pen’s strangeness paled beside his own behavior—his blurred eyes scanned the letter’s opening: holy hell, an English letter addressed to his grandfather? At least it looked like English. The act of writing English to a grandfather who’d never learned a word of it in his entire rural life was so baffling he almost doubted he hadn’t just been taking a tired, clichéd English exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft instinctively reached into his pocket—nothing inside. He felt something should have been there, a hard object carried always; this emptiness unsettled him. He rubbed his eyes and scanned the room, searching for what he sought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the rougher wooden table, beside pen and paper, lay only a stub of candle—the source of the dim yellow light, not his familiar desk lamp. This deepened his confusion: he should be in his dorm, not some horror-movie setting. Yet another thought circled in his mind, insisting everything was perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose smoothly, without the dizziness of prolonged sitting, without numb legs. His body leaned forward naturally; strong, familiar-yet-strange respiratory muscles expelled a breath that snuffed out the candle. In darkness, his limbs stretched—muscles moved with a fluidity, a suppleness and health he hadn’t felt in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted his pockets and walked toward the bed his subconscious remembered; his instinctive comfort in darkness surprised even him—he landed precisely on the edge of the bed, lifted the blanket, and prepared to sleep properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the warm dark, thoughts suppressed by his headache began to surface. He thought of his grandfather, whom he hadn’t seen in half a year—or was it less than two months?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories were as bizarre as AI-generated art: the old man alternately peering through reading glasses over a table with a glass plate, poring over obscure Chinese medical texts, or leaning on a two-handed sword while speaking to men in robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backdrop flickered between a rural Chinese villa and thick granite walls; fragmented voices murmured endlessly at his ears, indistinct when he strained to listen. His memories had become a strange stew—strawberry mapo tofu—and yet, strangely, he felt none of it conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before fully falling asleep, he reached for that thing for the third time—first beside his pillow, then under the blanket. After a while, he remembered what he was searching for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s my phone?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What even is a phone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s my phone? Where’s my phone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s a phone?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I lose my phone?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a wave of panic, his mind—freed from sleepiness and pain—cleared completely. The truth was now plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some otherworldly thing, after a night of post-exam revelry, had triggered a delightful, roommate-approved accident that might propel him into the next stage of learning—and perhaps due to some karmic completion or some absurd fantasy-novel reason no third-rate writer could dream up, he’d been flung into another world, forever saying goodbye to subhealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps due to the long journey, this indeterminate soul had lost even its own name—but the exam material he’d memorized remained etched in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original owner of this strong body, a rustic noble youth, had grown up under his grandfather’s traditional physical education, raised in a small castle built across three generations, where PE lessons mainly consisted of swinging a two-handed sword like a windmill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around age ten, under the guidance of his semi-literate grandfather, Kraft began developing into a cultured man. Through standard, painful instruction, Teacher Anderson reluctantly taught him this script—looking like English, sounding like English, written like English, yet not English at all—the local alphabet. From then on, Kraft became the first literate person in his family for three generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, these two faced one good news and one bad news:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bad news: they were thoroughly mixed—inside each other, inseparable for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good news: they were mixed so perfectly, they could be called a wholly new individual—memories and thoughts interwoven like soy sauce poured into vinegar, Pepsi added to Coke, Sprite mixed into red wine. So far, at least, they didn’t just share strengths—they showed no rejection at all.\u003C\u002Fp>",799,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","59f2356644b23ff4b7226f2de7c76babf606ec163cad442c60ccaeffd5a87262","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-3","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-1",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]