[{"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-400":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},2283878,4467,"Chapter 400: Mid-Autumn Special: Things of the Past","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-400",400,"\u003Cp>Mid-Autumn Special: Things of the Past\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often recalled his brief life, especially in the silent depths of night, sifting through his modest experiences to re-chew the past and taste flavors he had missed while drifting through days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, he had been that kind of “mediocre good student”—grades better than average but not outstanding; willing to listen to teachers, yet not fully obedient; occasionally self-disciplined, never sustained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like most people stuck in the middle, he could not climb higher, yet his slender talent made him restless with his station; intermittent efforts wasted time, giving him fleeting illusions of escaping his awkward position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, he performed below average on the exam that decided his life’s path, stumbling blindly toward the crossroads of his future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as expected, the unexpected happened: among countless conflicting choices, a medical school with an unusually formal name appeared—illogically matching his score, even with room to spare, and its graduation placement clearly stated a job at a unit less than five minutes from home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his family’s blind endorsement of medical careers and his own faint romantic yearning for creative work, this previously unheard-of school shot straight to the top of his priority list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back, [——] still could not understand why he had ranked several clearly better, luck-based options behind it and chosen it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time this question first surfaced from the depths of his mind, he was already seated in the back of a car bound for registration, leaning against rolled-up bedding, the envelope in his hands containing his admission letter, mailed two months prior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, his first impression of the school came from the walls of ivy—he could see the entire green facade from outside the gate. Interwoven broad leaves obscured the building’s architectural style, making its era impossible to judge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembled the old-style teaching buildings popular at the end of the last century, yet on the side facing the lush, flower-filled square, it featured bold geometric modernist structures and rows of large glass sliding doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[——] walked past the massive stone engraved with the school motto in cursive script, following the square’s edge to enjoy the shade cast by the buildings; perhaps because of the dense vegetation, even during the sweltering months, he felt a refreshing coolness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone steps before the entrance had been visibly repaired—cemented, smoothed, and polished—then cracked and broken again from long use, promptly patched with fresh cement that stood out awkwardly due to its different color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending many days on campus, he later found in the obscure official records that the school’s documented history stretched nearly a century, but anything beyond that was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black-and-white to lightly colored photos showed indistinct figures in varied attire standing before school gates with changing plaques; the interior of the campus was never visible. No one could tell him whether these buildings had been torn down and rebuilt over time, or if repeated layers of cement and thick climbing plants had concealed their original forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of first impressions, this place gave [——] a very good feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivy was his favorite plant, especially vast stretches of it—luxuriant vines climbing to the eaves and hanging down, sprouting countless new branches and leaves, plump as if green stalactites had grown from the building’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect, he thought. This is exactly where I want to be. [——] became entranced by the green architecture, missing the fountain on the square that opened for only half a day each year during orientation—and would never see it again for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps out of a kind of affection-by-association, he developed astonishing enthusiasm for his major courses, rushing day and night between different building floors to attend elective classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after learning these courses were useless beyond fulfilling credit requirements, he still copied entire notebooks full of dull, sleep-inducing content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His busy schedule quickly made him familiar with the school, and this familiarity naturally extended to the buildings whose age could not be determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They formed a square “ Kou ” shape, with a central open-air garden where moss and fungi grew on wooden benches Wurenwenjin . The four sides were fully and efficiently utilized: offices, teaching, and labs all operated in identical-looking buildings in parallel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two adjacent buildings, named respectively “True” and “Real,” each taking one character, were casually referred to as Building A and Building B. Building A, which hosted electives, was more familiar to him than Building B, which had no classes scheduled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building A also housed the offices for anatomy, pathology, internal and external medicine, and other teaching teams; the rest was reserved for large lecture halls and teaching labs. As a freshman, his few lab sessions and weekly evening classes were all held here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After every evening class, his Gaozhangdexuexireqing  made him never miss a chance to speak with his professors; the young instructor was always happy to answer. His profoundly inspiring teaching benefited him greatly, sometimes causing him to lose track of time, unaware that all other students had left, leaving the second-floor lecture hall empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to this habit, one night while staying behind to organize his lecture notes, he accidentally stayed past nine. The library’s closing alarm rang, but the lecture hall’s lights remained on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” [——] glanced at his watch. This place was too remote for the campus-wide closing bell to reach; students and teachers had long departed. He had enjoyed a rare stretch of quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to fight for a table in the library with couples “studying” together, no need to argue over volume with roommates who preferred speakers over headphones, no need to squeeze into the animal house with rats. Nine p.m. and still open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he might have discovered a school bug: a perfectly quiet Zixi  room that stayed lit at night, known only to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought thrilled [——]; for the next several days, his nighttime study base was fully transferred here, his alarm pushed back by at least two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every night after everyone left, he turned off the excess lights in the lecture hall, leaving only one. He enjoyed this secluded paradise alone in the empty building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the final lamp in the classroom, he sometimes felt he was on a solitary island at sea, far from the entire world, undisturbed as he roamed freely through the knowledge he intended to devote his life to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coolness of night sharpened his mind; his thinking efficiency soared in the tranquility. He turned page after page of *Systematic Anatomy*, etching into his memory the obscure, tongue-twisting terms and spatial descriptions as firmly as proverbs carved into the school motto stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He experienced the joy of answering tricky, chained questions without hesitation, the joy of achieving top grades. But more than that—something entirely new—the joy of absorbing knowledge itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the solitary lamp, the time he spent grew longer each day, matched by the accumulating pages of books. Sometimes, his gaze lifted from dense text, his mind still mechanically reading on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, everything was fine—except for a minor problem that had recently emerged, causing slight annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sanctuary was not as silent as he had imagined. In the complete stillness, when he paused writing and closed his eyes to rest, even his breath nearly inaudible, the “noise” drowned out by daytime clamor became distinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint enough to be masked by the scratch of his pen on notebook paper, its intermittent appearance was noticeable—and in the quiet night, it grew piercing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he thought it was tinnitus or hallucination from prolonged silence, trying to drown it out by whispering recitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once noticed, the noise could no longer be ignored; [——] began unconsciously searching for it, identifying its source. After several days, he had grown highly sensitive to it, faintly sensing it came from below—a hard object scraping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space directly beneath was not a lecture hall, but a room with a heavy iron door. He thought he’d heard someone say it belonged to a certain professor, but there were too many professors in this building—he couldn’t recall which course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often saw animals brought from the animal house on the playground delivered to the first floor; besides being used in teaching labs for student practice, they might also serve professors’ research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who had been to the animal house knew how noisy the rats could be; the noise could simply be cute little creatures gnawing on cylindrical pellets. Considering they had little time left to make noise, it was ridiculous to complain about rodents nearing death—not because he himself was the “illegal occupant” feeling guilty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once accustomed, it was no big deal; the noise became a companion to his studying, and each night during pauses in writing, he imagined a group of small animals staying up with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more aggressive white rats, the relatively gentle large rats. Merely knowing other life existed eased his loneliness, so much so that every night he would pause to listen for the sound before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After becoming aware of it, the previously unnoticed first-floor room gradually entered his awareness. He deliberately took a longer route, exiting from another corridor to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other classrooms or labs, this room had no windows but several exhaust fans. Its design seemed intended to stand apart from the building, self-contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling his month of comings and goings in this building, he could not recall ever seeing the heavy iron door opened or anyone entering or leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question remained buried in his mind; [——] continued enjoying his evening study sessions, now with a slight noise, occasionally wondering why it was intermittent—could experimental animals make noise in bursts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end of the final exams, he still had no answers, nor had he met the professor who managed the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day before the holiday, [——] went to his familiar advisor to submit his application to stay on campus. The printer malfunctioned, forcing them both downstairs to the printing room, passing the first floor. He remembered the issue and voiced the question that had troubled him for half the semester, mentioning the nightly faint noises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, which professor owns this room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advisor looked at the room with an expression even more puzzled than his own. “Well… you could say it’s a professor’s…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, [——] did not get his stay-on-campus application approved, nor did he get an answer. After a five-minute phone call, the advisor warned him never to waste electricity like this again and told him to go home immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for learning who was in that room, that came later, during his *Regional Anatomy* lab class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He preferred to convince himself it was merely the intermittent, muffled noise of a faulty exhaust fan blade, muffled through thick walls, sounding like teeth grinding on hard objects.\u003C\u002Fp>",1796,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","911af886be6a3955d1b5d747b6c28b0ba7266a8e33dc9ee7b2d5b8798c034cf0","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-401","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-399",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]