Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2541 Triple Loss
sedative.

What could be more suitable than this item for disciplining a restless student?
Even the length and feel are excellent.

When faced with an unruly young man, Fu Qian didn't just grab whatever was at hand; he simply pulled out something he had already chosen.

Students are expected to behave like students, but this requires teachers to behave like teachers.

The authority of a teacher cannot be disobeyed. Even if you are writing about relativity, such an attitude is unforgivable.

"Ah……"

The results proved effective; after some instruction, the student had learned a new pronunciation.

His throat softened a bit, and his eyes became clearer.

"I'm asking you a question."

As a devilish teacher, Fu Qian was not satisfied with this and continued coldly.

Uh—thump!

Even if the other person reacts a little slower, the bell will already be hitting them on the head again.

"What……"

It has to be said that it is really effective; the language module is starting to recover.

Boom!
Professor Fu's sternness continued. This time, without saying a word, he struck again, this time with slightly more force.

huff…

As the pressure intensified, the person's breathing became heavy, and one could almost hear the intense struggle within them in their voice.

Boom!
He was met with a fourth strike of the bell.

“Notes…notes…”

The balance of self-struggle tipped instantly, and the memory was restored.

……

Classical mechanics is indeed useful.

His earnest teachings finally paid off, and Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the students who remembered their questions.

Although it looks like corporal punishment, it's better than being shot in the head, right?

Given this guy's previous condition, being described as a "landmine" is an understatement; the possibility of him exploding at any moment is no exaggeration.

This also seems to explain why the client, knowing full well where the notes might have been lost, didn't come to retrieve them himself.

The chains on the outside seemed designed to lock away some kind of danger, suggesting that the person in front of them might not just be mentally unstable.

So what exactly went wrong?
Before paying, he neither urged him nor actually went around looking for him; he simply watched quietly as the "Thinker" changed.

One must immerse oneself in the role, yet also remain detached from it.

A notebook recording the beginning and the end? That sounds interesting and worth reading.

But what interests me more is the question from before: why do similar notes appear in both of the Etching Wisdom?
And then, by sheer coincidence, they were all lost.

As for the reasons, one is that only by figuring out this problem can we have a greater chance of finding the notes.

There are limits to subjective initiative; tranquilizers can only calm the thinker in front of them slightly, not create memories.

On the other hand, in the present time and space, this problem reflects the absolute informational advantage that one has over anyone else.

If they really have any amazing theories, there are ways to get them out of them; the academic leader is confident in that.

But the vision of academic leaders should not stop there. In Fu Qian's view, these hardworking minds might be able to come together and help him reach even more interesting conclusions.

"I don't know... I don't remember having any notes."

As expected, after much contemplation, the "thinker" admitted to making a mistake that most students make: he had forgotten his notes.

"Ha ha……"

He casually toyed with the bell, then let out a string of cold laughs and glanced in the direction of the hourglass.

Ignoring teachers and elders, daydreaming in class, not taking notes... and yet daring to sit in the front row of the classroom.

"Then why are you here?"

There is an hourglass, but the point of impact is not visible.

That glance before giving was certainly not just to show off the director's demeanor.

For him, as long as he knows the position and orientation of the twelve hourglasses, he can easily determine the coordinates of the crash site.

However, there is no similar scene there yet.

As mentioned earlier, compared to the scene now, the place I visited was a true ruin.

The coordinates of the crash site are clearly outside the underground platform, and are currently covered by layers of other things.

From this angle, the top part even looks like a prison cell.

That's right, it would be too much of an exaggeration for a research institution to have such a large space filled with seats.

In the tiers of seating, you can see all sorts of strange arrangements, the most numerous of which are small cages.

Enclosed by metal railings, the height is just enough for one person to stand, and some even have individual seats resembling electric chairs, creating a very abstract scene.

The legendary private room?
“I remember now… I think I understand everything… The answer is right here, I’ve been calculating it.”

During the discussion, the "thinker" seemed to recall the answer to the previous question and became excited again.

And it has to be said that it actually fits the description of a "thinker" very well. He really has a profound understanding, but it seems that he has lost the content of his understanding.

Snapped!Snapped!
In his somber voice, the "Thinker" hardly seemed to regard his head as a creation of flesh and blood, as if he wanted to slap out some crystallization of thought from within it.

Unfortunately, judging from the increasingly ferocious look on his face, the effect was not very good.

"Not bringing it means not writing it down."

Fortunately, Professor Fu was also an expert in educational psychology, and he immediately hummed and gave a classic quote.

"Tell me, how did you calculate that?"

……

So it's yet another one? We got close to the answer, but then lost it again.

It's getting increasingly bizarre; it's practically a manifestation of the "curse of knowledge."

While patiently guiding the students, Fu Qian had already reached important conclusions without needing a "thinker's" answer.

Brain jellyfish, the person behind the door... Although the one in front of me doesn't even have notes, it's just a formality.

A little thought reveals the high degree of consistency among the three in essence.

However, this treatment seemed even worse; not only were his intellectual achievements forgotten, but he was even imprisoned.

"How do I calculate it—you're right, how did I calculate it?"

Fu Qian empathized with the situation, and the "thinker" did not disappoint in guiding him. At that moment, he seemed to have found a way of thinking, and his speaking speed even increased.

"Wait a moment!"

In his excitement, he even left his seat without permission, jumping an exaggerated distance.

He then abruptly pulled open the door of one of the cages and sat on the only throne.

Given the somewhat stiff movements, it has a strong resemblance to the Zombie King.

"It's right here—"

As for Fu Qian, who followed him, he emphasized directly without waiting for a question, his tone firm.

"Really? I didn't see anything."

Fu Qian squinted and looked around, confirming that he was still some distance from the crash site.

Hmm... Click!
These words once again silenced the speaker, and after a few seconds of contemplation, the "thinker" slammed his fist on the head again.

This time the force was significantly greater, to the point that a piece of the skull was actually cracked open.

The next moment, he reached in, grabbed the exposed brain, and began to violently knead it.