Chapter 481: Good Teacher Yuan, Join the Project

Xiao Jie.... calm down a bit....

The situation isn't as bad as you imagine....

Zhang Jie paced anxiously on the spot, he didn't know what had happened, why were Xiao Jiu and Qiong forcibly dragged onto the disaster battlefield?

Maybe they went there voluntarily?

Voluntary and forced are completely two different things, right?

Zhang Jie only felt a headache; the Iron Law Star Alliance should be extremely lenient toward residents of the Star Alliance's core region.

This can be seen from the Iron Law of the Iron Law Star Alliance. The residents of our alliance are completely different from those residing in the Star Alliance civilization.

The universe is inherently unfair; this can be felt in the Luzhou on the Garbage Star, but why, even under such circumstances, are Xiao Jiu and Qiong still being forcibly conscripted?

According to the Iron Law, aren't they our personal property?

The military authority of the Iron Law surpasses everything....

Although I have the ability to stop all this, but now I cannot....

No, it's not that I can't; it should be said that I simply cannot get in touch.

Zhang Jie understood; this isn't a matter of authority, but of jump—interstellar communication equipment simply cannot contact someone in a jump state!

I'll go find Teacher Yuan.

Hey, wait!

Zhang Jie had already left....

Watching the other's departing back, the human female fell into silence.

How ridiculous—just a short while ago she confidently guaranteed her great power, yet she couldn't even protect Zhang Jie's beloved Ship Life.

Sigh...

On the other side, Zhang Jie had already found Yuan and explained his purpose.

Hmm, I understand the situation, but I won't let you go.

Why?

Zhang Jie looked at Yuan in confusion, yet she merely silently drank the beverage in her hand, saying nothing for a long time.

Teacher Yuan?

Huang Luo is dead.

Zhang Jie:!!!

Who!?

Hmm, it's the one you're thinking of—just yesterday I gave you the last lesson, also my student, your senior fellow apprentice, Huang Luo.

Why?

You don't know? He had long not wanted to live.

So, I only have you left as my student, understand?

Zhang Jie remained silent; he knew Huang Luo would die, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

Yesterday was the final period when all courses ended, and also the last class of Huang Luo's carbon-based neurology course.

Zhang Jie still remembers that, an hour before class ended, he held a debate for all the students of this course, and the topic was the very question he had once asked Zhang Jie.

When death comes, how do you wish it to exist?

Zhang Jie doesn't know how others answered, but Zhang Jie says, Huang Luo's answer should be......

Like falling leaves, quietly withering.....

If you go to the disaster battlefield, your chance of returning is less than ten percent.

Although you've been my student for less than a year, I cannot watch you go to your death.

Isn't your mother the most influential legislator of the Star Alliance nowadays? Leave it to her to handle.

I understand.

Zhang Jie temporarily calmed down; the status of human females in the Iron Law Star Alliance is very high, which he knows, but he previously truly didn't know what human females do.

Legislator, huh, sounds like someone with great power.

What Yuan said is right; if he goes now, he'll only be a corpse.

Without a strong fleet, without technology, without arms, what use would his going be?

But he won't sit and wait for death.

But Teacher, I have a request.

Hmm, speak.

I want to study entropy disaster.

Yuan's action of drinking water froze abruptly; after a long while, those dark pupils slowly turned toward Zhang Jie.

You... really do like courting death.

Although I don't know where you learned this term, are you really going to try researching this?

May I?

Dream on.

Zhang Jie immediately slumped; this won't work, that won't work either—what should we do then?

Are we just supposed to wait like this?

Arm yourself, I'll send you the data.

Next time you encounter such a situation, I hope you won't be so helpless.

Zhang Jie's footsteps halted; Yuan's words really gave him a harsh wake‑up call.

Scholar? Trash picker? What good are they!

If you lack armed force and power, unable to keep everything under your control, then sooner or later an uncontrollable accident will surely occur.

Although as long as there are natural disasters, the future will be uncontrollable, but at least....

At least the problem shouldn't arise here.... in the human Star Alliance where he makes his living....

I understand, teacher....

Um, regarding your two Small Ship Girls, I've already sent an armed fleet to handle it; you don't need to worry.

Zhang Jie halted; those words were like a reassuring pill, letting Zhang Jie feel completely at ease.

Yuan..... really is a very good teacher.

Thank you, teacher....

Um, remember to keep your life safe; I still need you as my assistant.

Okay.

With Yuan's words, you no longer worry; likewise, you no longer obsess over studying weird and strange knowledge, nor over becoming a true genius—all of that is meaningless.

Rather than saying you gave up, it's more like you've realized some things, you've decided to study weapons, to possess your own armament; you can be a scholar, but not merely a scholar.

You looked at the data Yuan gave you—exactly what you imagined: it's precursor technology for various weapons. Teacher Yuan.... is definitely not a soft persimmon; even if it is a persimmon, biting into it will leave your mouth puckered.

You attended Huang Luo's funeral; the passing of a leading academic authority was sure to draw many figures, including many of Huang Luo's students, and you and Yuan attended this funeral.

Many people recognized your identity, and of course there was no shortage of whispered speculation, seemingly guessing your identity—for example, which family's young master, or the offspring of some big shots.

Um, you're right, but so what? In the many years Yuan has been active, how many big shots? Not to mention their descendants—even they themselves wouldn't catch Yuan's eye.

If they're capable, they should also sign up for twenty‑one advanced courses in a row; let Yuan see, Zhang Jie guarantees they'll also attract Yuan's attention.

Afterward, you received Xiao Jiu's video; the little guy was safe, though dirty‑faced, but his smile couldn't be hidden.

You felt at ease; Yuan saw your situation was stable, smiled, and proposed that you join the project she's researching—this is what we had agreed on before.

And this project.... is very special.

It is a supercomputer that, through quantum properties, can anchor future things....