Chapter 395: Ending the School Life

The young girl flipped the exam paper to the front and began answering from the first question.

The new major was very casual even with its questions; there were ten in total, none of which were difficult, mostly asking for one's understanding, opinions, or future outlooks. There were no strict limits on the answers to these questions; even if one wrote slightly off-topic, one could still earn points.

This was mainly because everyone in this major was a genius, everyone studied very well, and the technical progress of the entire major was pushed forward by everyone together, so conventional testing methods were not very necessary. It was better to let everyone discuss other issues and pass the exam easily, so they could focus on research next semester, avoiding wasting unnecessary energy worrying about exams and make-up exams, which would instead delay progress.

Therefore, in the three years since, no student in the class had ever failed a professional course.

The young girl wrote furiously, writing all the way to the last question.

10. Why is "Joint Pulse" currently the world's most excellent micro-bionic driver? What advantages do you think it has in terms of technology? Why is it able to be made so small? If micro-bionic drivers continue to develop, in which direction do you think they will go? Please share your thoughts.

More than half a page of blank space was left below for filling in.

The young girl fell into thought.

A bionic driver is a type of Spiritual Rune Driver.

This kind of driver does not rotate, nor does it use rotation as a power source. There are some rune drivers in this world that naturally oscillate or perform other types of reciprocating, telescopic, or reactive movements without the participation of a rotating driver.

"Joint Pulse" is a model name for a driver that mimics biological joints; both artificial frogs and artificial birds use this type of driver.

It just so happened that the young girl had also been thinking about the issue of bionic drivers recently.

This stemmed from the homework her wicked sister had sent her.

And she had already figured out the result.

The young girl finished thinking, looked down at the blank space, and began to write.

Because the space was limited, she directly ignored the first few questions—anyway, the teacher wouldn't necessarily deduct points for not answering, and even if points were deducted, she could still pass—and only answered the last question:

"'Joint Pulse' will soon no longer be the world's most advanced bionic driver. I discovered not long ago that after subjecting Purple Spirit Crystal to multiple high-frequency, repetitive Spiritualization treatments, the Rune Craft it can support reaches 2 Nanometers, its Spiritual Conductivity reaches over 460 Luoseconds, and its stability is high. This means it can support more and higher-level Runes, and it also means that drivers made with it can be made smaller than 'Joint Pulse,' can have stronger performance, and will be more energy-efficient than Joint Pulse."

"This will be a better rune carrier for bionic drivers."

"We can use it to make smaller artificial creatures, such as small spiders, ladybugs, etc."

Hundreds of small characters appeared on the paper; the font was small and square, looking slightly rounded upon close inspection.

After briefly explaining the core principles and technical characteristics, the young girl looked at the remaining blank space on the paper and wrote: "Therefore, the core Rune Group of the driver also needs to undergo some upgrades; I have the following thoughts on this..."

By the time she finished writing, some students had already started handing in their papers.

The proctor knew that this major was currently the treasure of the whole school, and these students were all extraordinary, so they did not stop them.

This made the young girl frown slightly. Previously, she had always been the first to hand in her paper, but now she was lagging behind. Being competitive, she couldn't accept this fact, so she hurriedly checked if she had written her name and student ID, then got up and handed in her paper.

"Phew!"

The air outside the exam hall was so fresh.

It was still morning, but the sun was already very hot.

The young girl stood at the entrance, pondered for a long time, decided to have a shredded potato wrap for lunch, and then got on her small motorcycle.

"Hiss..."

The seat was burning her butt.

Chen Shu sat on the sofa scrolling through short videos and reached out to scratch his butt.

Sure enough, he scrolled to Brother Jiang.

This was not a good sign—

Ever since this silly software stopped pushing internet celebrity girls to him, it had actually started pushing tough guys to him!

Chen Shu could not accept this.

A line of large text above the video: Continuous winning streak! No longer hiding? Jiang Lai defeats a Barbarian Martial Artist again, head-on collision, seeing who is tougher?

"Terrible title..."

Chen Shu showed the Mobile Phone to Brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang was thin-skinned after all; he only glanced at it and then looked away.

These days, he had also seen a lot of news about himself defeating the Northern Continent martial artist and his ranking rising again. Every time he read it, he would feel his face flush, repeatedly warning himself, "Jiang Lai, you cannot indulge in these empty names and flattery," but after returning to his room at night, he couldn't help but lie on the bed and search for it secretly.

"Brother Jiang, that last move of yours that day was too cool. I saw online that everyone says you are the first person in so many years on the Martial King Tournament Arena to dare to go head-to-head with a Barbarian Martial Artist and win," Meng Chunqiu said from the side, then paused, "Now you can be said to have become popular outside the circle; many people who don't practice martial arts or watch the Arena know you."

"It's not that exaggerated..."

"Let me show you the replay, in slow motion." Chen Shu handed the Mobile Phone to him again.

"I... won't watch..."

"Eh? Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Meng Chunqiu looked at him strangely, "Why do you look like you're holding back so hard?"

"Uh..."

"Look at the comments below, there are so many sisters, saying you are both fierce and cute, wanting to experience just how beep-beep-beep you are..." Chen Shu said, "Are you watching or not?"

"Not watching..."

"There are also people saying..." Meng Chunqiu paused and adjusted his tone, "I originally thought Jiang Lai fought very hard every time and would definitely lose the next match, but this time I suddenly feel that he has been hiding his strength and is very likely to charge into the top five or even challenge this year's Martial King. If he really succeeds and gets the Martial King title, he would be the youngest Martial King in history."

"Don't... don't read it..."

"Brother Jiang, don't suppress yourself."

"Emmm..."

Jiang Lai was almost tempted, but he hurriedly shook his head, and his expression became firm again.

Jiang Lai, oh Jiang Lai, you must keep your feet on the ground, you cannot get carried away because of this, you must practice martial arts well, you cannot let down the gifts from Lord Lin Sword and the exotic beast gods, nor can you let down the all-out cultivation of the country and the Imperial Family.

Jiang Lai muttered to himself, then got up:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Leaving Chen Shu and Meng Chunqiu sitting in their original seats, smiling at each other.

And in the bathroom, Brother Jiang hurriedly downloaded the short video software, searched for himself for ten minutes, and then uninstalled it, so as not to affect his martial arts practice.

Ling'an Academy.

Professor Feng Jin, who originally focused on the field of intelligent robots, had been transferred to the emerging field of Artificial Life Engineering for several years now under the lobbying of his superiors. Over these years, he had deeply felt how vast the future of Artificial Life Engineering was, as well as the terrifying consequences that could arise if it were operated carelessly in the future. He had also watched with his own eyes as it developed from a mere concept to the point where it could create physical objects in just a few short years. Unfortunately, he was old after all; this emerging major was destined to be a stage for young geniuses to perform, and in this major, he had indeed witnessed many remarkable geniuses.

He had written the exam paper this time.

Regarding the academic level of the students in the class, he felt there was no need to test them; instead, he really wanted to see everyone's different ideas on professional technology. Perhaps there were some wild and imaginative ideas among them that could be put into practice.

Besides a solid foundation and the accumulation of time, doesn't the progress of this industry also rely on that magical flash of inspiration?

Thus, Feng Jin took the exam papers and looked through them one by one.

He frowned from time to time, and nodded from time to time.

Sometimes he would also stop to take notes.

Learning is a humble process, endless; who says students don't have things to teach their teachers? In this emerging major, it is the teachers leading the students and the students pushing the teachers, progressing together.

Until only the last few papers remained.

The teacher saw the last question and saw the dense, small, and square handwriting.

Although it could be seen from the very first sentence that the examinee had not answered according to the question, the teacher still did not act carelessly and read through it word for word, seriously.

Yet the more he read, the more solemn he became, and the more shocked he felt.

A few hundred words described a sensational discovery in this industry. It was not explained in great detail, but it had not omitted the technical principles, implementation methods, and simple test data, already demonstrating its feasibility.

If it were spread, it would surely cause a sensation, yet this student had written it in a question as if they didn't care at all.

"This..."

The teacher shook his head.

How could one easily write this in an exam paper?

But then he smiled, feeling the trust from the student; this feeling made him happy, even happier than if he had discovered this thing himself.

The teacher hurriedly took out his Mobile Phone and dialed the number of student Ning Ji, telling her to go directly to the laboratory to wait for him. He wanted to first confirm whether this thing was, as student Ning Ji said, a previously undiscovered and superior Driver Rune Carrier. If it was, he would take her to apply for a patent and then announce it to the world.

On the sixth of June, Chen Shu finished his last subject.

The class monitor led everyone out for a meal.

Chen Shu naturally went too.

Over these four years, they generally had at least one group meal every semester.

The class monitor was very good at making arrangements. While other classes' gatherings were usually just hot pot, skewers, or barbecue, he had already taken everyone to eat private kitchen cuisine. While other classes were still pooling money for a meal, he had already taken the public research results from the class's experimental courses and sold them as class funds. Over these years, the variety of places he took everyone to eat was truly quite extensive; it could be high-end, and it could be down-to-earth.

Many students drank some alcohol tonight.

Chen Shu also drank some; in any case, this Spirit Wine used to handle Low-level Practitioner was no different from water to him.

After the meal, everyone sat together chatting and engaging in commercial mutual flattery. Mid-way, students kept getting up to say goodbye. Everyone teased each other, asked a question or two, and then said "don't forget me when you become rich," before reminding them to take care on the way.

Chen Shu sat for a while, then also got up:

"Big shots, I'm leaving too."

"Big shot, leaving already?"

"It's quite late."

"Going back to school?"

"Going back outside, I rented a courtyard in the suburbs."

"Alright then, take care."

"You bosses keep chatting."

Chen Shu greeted them with a smile and turned to walk out of the restaurant. Outside the restaurant was a quiet alley lit with quaint red lanterns. It was as if crossing the door, the noise inside instantly disappeared, forming a sharp contrast in an instant.

No one said "don't forget me when you become rich" to him; they knew he was already very rich, so they couldn't say it.

"Heh..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but smile.

This meal counted as half a farewell dinner.

The thesis defense at Yujing Academy was not unified for the whole class; it depended on the defense teacher. Different defense teachers had different times, and the differences could be quite large, so if they didn't choose the same defense teacher, it would be hard to get together next year.

It was estimated that they would only be able to meet at the Graduation Ceremony.

By then, everyone would be busy, coming and going in a rush. Perhaps they could manage a graduation photo, perhaps they couldn't even manage that; this was a common occurrence.

Perhaps some students in the class would stay in Yujing later and make a name for themselves, and they would still be able to see each other often—the top stage was only so big, after all. As for those who returned to their hometowns and remained unknown, they would truly disappear from everyone's lives.

Perhaps they would occasionally pop up in the group chat.

Perhaps they wouldn't.

Actually, sometimes parting is just like this: no "outside the long pavilion," no "beside the ancient road," and no "getting drunk until we can't go on, unable to bear the separation." It is just a very ordinary day, the same as yesterday, but after this day passes, they are separated, and yesterday will never return.