Chapter 147

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Jiangning University's Experimental Building housed students from various majors.

In theory, any individual or collective that had applied for a school-level or higher project had the right to apply for a classroom in the Experimental Building.

Lei Gongpo naturally applied for a small classroom for the project group. The so-called project group here was actually just Chen Yi and the diligent graduate student Han He, two people.

However, since Chen Yi took on this topic, he had only appeared once or twice, showing not the slightest concern.

Fortunately, the topic had a long timeframe and was currently in the data collection stage; the graduate student working on a project with him probably didn't expect a freshman to do anything, and just went about his classes and project on his own, maintaining progress so it wouldn't fall too far behind.

Lei Gongpo was busy all day; he had his own projects and topics to complete, had to guide so many students, and on top of that various titles—even a workload of two hours per month added up to quite a lot.

When Chen Yi arrived, Han He was looking up books, with strong coffee beside him, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Seeing someone working so hard, Chen Yi felt a little guilty, chuckled twice, and said, "Senior Han, you've worked hard."

"You're here." Han He didn't pay him much mind.

Chen Yi smiled awkwardly twice and said, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Read some books first."

Naked contempt!

Chen Yi couldn't stand this; he lifted his head and saw Liu Xinyu's half-smile gaze.

Counselor Xia, today she had changed all her clothes; the high-necked professional attire was somewhat different from usual, but her expression was the same pure evil as ever.

This won't do!

Chen Yi sighed and automatically opened a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll.

32 points, not bad luck.

Added together, that was roughly an Intelligence Quotient of 160.

Chen Yi pursed his lips and chuckled twice, then began flipping through the books.

Counselor Xia said in a low voice, "Cramming at the last minute? If you can't do it, why not ask someone else for help?"

Chen Yi glanced at her and said, "Do you know the suffering of Aristocratic Scions?"

"I don't see it."

"You don't understand." Chen Yi patted the book in his hand and said, "Aristocratic Scions—they put in tremendous effort; if they do well, people lightly say, 'Still not relying on your father.' Well, if they don't do well, people say, 'Can't even do it relying on your father.' Tell me, what kind of person works and could suffer more than that?"

Liu Xinyu looked at him strangely for a long time and said, "Someone says that to you?"

"They don't dare say it to my face, but behind my back it's all fair game." Chen Yi smiled and flipped through the books on his own. The laboratory contained topic-related content borrowed by Han He; mastering this knowledge, though it couldn't complete the topic, could be considered preparing the groundwork.

Chen Yi read ten lines at a glance, the pages rustling as he turned them.

An Intelligence Quotient of 160 not only meant extraordinary comprehension and memory, but also very excellent logical ability—all necessities for speeding up reading.

Han He frowned and turned his head, saying, "If you're going to read books, be serious; don't flip through them randomly."

Actually, he was also angry inside. A project should be guided by a professor and completed by two or three students. If one person did it alone, that was fine too; although the workload increased, one could securely get Second Author status, which counted as a credential after graduation.

But Chen Yi joined the project, took a spot, and yet delayed participating in the project.

Of course, it hadn't reached the critical stage of the project yet, and two people collecting their own data separately was no problem. But thinking about how he came to the Experimental Building on time every day, Han He found Chen Yi's free and undisciplined selling especially hard to bear.

He didn't say it with his mouth, but he was certainly uncomfortable.

Now hearing Chen Yi's page-turning sounds, Han He couldn't help but take the opportunity to flare up twice.

The rapid page-turning sounds continued.

Han He glared with raised eyebrows and said, "What effect does this have? Why waste time flipping through books? Flipping through ten books isn't as good as carefully reading one chapter."

Liu Xinyu looked at Han He amusingly: "Why do you think they aren't reading carefully?"

Han He snorted, apparently feeling this question needed no explanation.

"There are many people who can read ten lines at a glance; just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't." Liu Xinyu was willing to waste words, partly because she was truly bored in the laboratory, and partly because of the habits of the Human Development Research Society members. They cared quite a bit about the level of genes and the quality of gene control.

When seeing inferior races whose gene levels were insufficient, mocking the advanced races with high gene levels, those born in the Research Society would instinctively feel resentment.

Before Han He could retort, Liu Xinyu said, "In Chinese history, countless people have had the ability to read ten lines at a glance, and it's written in official histories. People like you, dim-witted fools, always have all sorts of questions: I can't understand ten lines in half a minute, how could anyone read ten lines at a glance! That, you'd have to ask your parents."

Han He trembled all over with anger.

He was also a graduate student proud of his intelligence; how could he be so worthless in someone else's mouth?

But he had indeed never seen someone read ten lines at a glance, and didn't believe it.

So he just stared at the book in front of him, saying nothing.

Chen Yi also stared at the book, reading on and on.

Thus, the laboratory immediately returned to the quiet of past days.

Han He looked at Liu Xinyu; although about two or three hours later, Chen Yi put the last book back and said, "Han He, let me see what you're writing now?"

The graduate student reluctantly gave him some excerpts and an outline of his thesis, saying, "The professor has no time recently; since you're here today, make an appointment, and we'll go ask him together."

"I have time." Chen Yi continued looking at the outline, soon circling red lines there.

Han He watched and watched until he got angry—you actually corrected my thesis?

Ultimately being naturally silent, he turned his head away huffily.

Liu Xinyu chuckled darkly and asked, "You've met at Professor Lei's place, right?"

"Met."

"No communication?"

"Only saw him give the professor a planning draft."

Liu Xinyu made an "oh" sound and said, "Then he passed? You don't believe he finished reading all the books, do you?"

Han He scoffed and said, "Impossible."

Apparently finding something interesting, Liu Xinyu laughed hehe.

She brushed past Chen Yi's shoulder and said, "It seems you want to fulfill your grandfather's wish, but you still have a long way to go."

Chen Yi hummed, glanced at the revised thesis outline, returned it to Han He, and said to Liu Xinyu, "Take your time, don't be anxious."

"If you join, many of us can help you..."

"No need," Chen Yi said, greeting Han He, and before leaving added, "In a few days, after I finish reading the remaining books, I'll send you an email."

Han He waved his hand without much enthusiasm and continued reading his own article.

Chen Yi smiled and walked out of the building.

By the time he reached the stairwell, he heard Han He's exclamation.

Liu Xinyu said with great interest, "Did you finish reading all those books just now?"

"That way you'll understand what 160 Intelligence Quotient means," Chen Yi said, leaning against the Intelligence Scroll, too lazy to use roundabout phrasing.

Liu Xinyu hummed. Her Intelligence Quotient was quite good, around 140, but compared to 160, it was worlds apart.

In fact, the Human Development Researcher cares more about overall level; excelling in one aspect is natural, but Liu Xinyu's specialty is not intelligence.

Han He shouted "ah ah ah...", apparently stimulated in some way.

Chen Yi stepped down the stairs and said to Liu Xinyu, "Seeing the article he wrote inevitably reminds me of an American professor's critique of labor... sigh, young people have little experience, and the articles they write are almost unreadable."

Liu Xinyu covered her surprise and smiled.

For the superhuman abilities Chen Yi sometimes displayed, she could never find a reasonable explanation.

Normal people probably couldn't find a reasonable explanation either.

No one, when thinking, would incorporate various mysterious events into it—that would only disturb their own thinking—just like when studying physiology and kinesiology, one shouldn't consider the changes and needs of a superhuman classmate's bones during flight, or when studying fashion and perverts, one shouldn't consider why a superhuman classmate wears underwear outside.

Wind blew over Bo Lake, bringing a hint of coolness.

Short-skirted girls walked under the tree shade, accompanied by light laughter.

Stanik, with a head of blond hair, wearing pure black clerical robes, each side equipped with a Heavy Sword, stood on the necessary road from Bo Lake to outside the school, waiting quietly, like a golden giant ape statue.

Since joining the Church, Stanik had been full of confidence in the future. Once, he even had a fantasy: Give me a fulcrum, and I can move the Earth.

Coming to China was his third overseas missionary activity, and also the most important one.

But the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Here, the Vatican flew into a rage because of the slow missionary progress.

Stanik, because of Chen Yi, grew weaker and weaker in confidence.

To improve his abilities, he even invited some girls to accompany him in practicing—In the Vatican, choosing unfamiliar women to be alone in some environment is absolutely not allowed. Borrowing various images, tastes, sounds to stimulate vision, smell, and hearing, thereby increasing concentration during practice, is even strictly prohibited.

Stanik had never considered these things before.

But when he discovered his progress was starting to fall far behind his peers, he had to choose some risky methods.

Stanik even stopped trying to invite Han Jie, and instead, as if giving up, recklessly sought out girls of different appearances and characteristics, talking with them, heart-to-heart talks with them, communicating with them—if not limited by certain Church rules, he should have long since achieved Hundred-Man Slaying.

Until today, when he saw Chen Yi again.

Stanik finally understood what the reason for his own decline and lack of ambition was.

He thought in his room for a long time, and finally decided to use the most primitive method to end the inner demon in his heart.

He waited for one hour.

Stanik stood motionless.

He waited for two hours.

Stanik stood motionless.

He waited for three hours.

Stanik began to suspect whether Chen Yi had found another path.

He waited until the fourth hour.

The handsome foreigner finally saw that familiar and annoying figure.

"Chen Yi!" Stanik roared loudly in standard Chinese.

Chen Yi looked at him, then at Liu Xinyu, and asked somewhat strangely, "What's the situation, do you know?"

"Like a challenge?"

"On the main road at the center of the school?" Chen Yi shrugged and said, "He's a Priest, right? What's the benefit of winning?"

"Chen Yi!" Stanik roared again.

"This guy has a problem," Chen Yi frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Let's take a detour."

Liu Xinyu instead said unwillingly, "Wouldn't taking a detour be too... revealing weakness?"

"Doing what the enemy wants you to do isn't revealing weakness, it's revealing stupidity," Chen Yi said, turning around to prepare to take a detour back to the dormitory area.

At the same time, he called Mark.

The call connected quickly, and Mark's voice was warm and natural, laughing heartily as he said, "Dear Chen, any good news?"

As the lover of an important member of Merrill Lynch, Priest Ma Ke felt quite well of Chen Yi.

After all, part of the rolling banknotes earned by Gold Source International was to be paid as interest to Merrill Lynch. The cooperative partner relationship also represented the possibility of further unlimited development. After turning from enemy to friend, Ma Ke also valued the subsequent prospects of Gold Source International.

After all, he was the first to discover the advanced nature of Gold Source International's algorithm. As more and more colocation server merchants in the United States left the market, the company with the best algorithm would almost certainly become a company that makes big money.

The Vatican Headquarters gave quite high praise to Ma Ke's far-sightedness.

Unfortunately, Chen Yi never had much good feeling toward the Priest. He did not return the friendly smile and laughter, but looked at the crowd gathering ahead and said, "Ma Ke, Priest Stanik, are they your people?"

The Priest was alert, did not answer immediately, but asked ambiguously, "How so?"

"He is not far from me, shouting my name. I don't know what state he is in now. Obviously, it's definitely not a good state."

Mark clearly understood Stanik, felt a sudden dread, and asked, "Does he have any special attire?"

"Two fencing weapons, and a black robe, white gloves..."

"Two gloves or one glove."

Chen Yi asked in astonishment, "One, does that matter?"

"He may want to duel you." Priest Mark sighed, not mentioning his own relationship with Stanik, but said, "I'm thinking from a compatriot's angle; carrying two heavy swords and one glove, it can only be a duel. A duel to the death. Throwing a white glove..."

"What a joke, in this day and age. Maybe you should give him a call."

Mark chuckled and said, "I can't possibly know every priest."

Chen Yi directly hung up the mobile phone.

Mark listened to the "beep beep" busy tone, pondered for a long while, and dialed Stanik's number.

Chen Yi continued forward along the tree-lined path.

A few seconds later, Stanik stopped his shouting and began chasing toward this side.

The blond handsome man, quiet as a statue, once he started running, naturally lost the momentum accumulated over the previous few hours; countless people followed running, wanting to see what was going on.

Stanik ran extremely fast, surpassing everyone's speed.

So Chen Yi could only stand there and wait for him.

Just as Stanik was about to throw the white glove, his mobile phone rang: "Darling, do you miss me?"

The song was exceptionally lingering, extremely atmosphere-destroying.

Stanik immediately silenced it and raised the white glove again.

The mobile phone rang again: "Darling..." (Unfinished, if you want to know what happens next, please log in to www. qidian. com, more chapters, support author, support genuine reading!)