Chinese Superman

At the base, there were only two people who had the most contact with Xia Xinghan.

Lin Tingwan was responsible for his daily life, check-ups, and health, while Commissioner Chen tried his best to meet Xia Xinghan's various requests.

Commissioner Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Books? What do you want to read? Early childhood picture books? Fairy tales? Or..."

"Not those." Xia Xinghan shook his head, put down the baby bottle, and a serious expression appeared on his little face that didn't match his age. "I want the Daoist Canon—at least a modern annotated edition of the core scriptures. The latest authoritative works on traditional Chinese medicine meridian theory, human anatomy and physiology. Advanced mathematics, theoretical physics, especially on field theory, energy transformation, and..."

He paused, seemingly considering his words.

"Information on the principles of nuclear fusion and cutting-edge advancements in controlled nuclear fusion. The more detailed and in-depth the better."

A string of technical terms came clearly from the mouth of the one-year-old baby, and even the well-informed Commissioner Chen was slightly taken aback.

He crouched down, looked Xia Xinghan in the eye, and asked gently, "Little Xinghan, what do you need these books for?"

"study."

Xia Xinghan's answer was concise, but he did not mention the idea of ​​creating his own martial arts technique.

Commissioner Chen scrutinized him for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Alright, I will help you apply for the appropriate reading access and have someone compile the relevant books and materials and deliver them to your residence. However, some highly classified cutting-edge scientific and technological materials may require special approval, or may only be viewed in designated reading rooms."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen." Xia Xinghan nodded, then said, "There's something else. Could I apply to increase my monthly spirit stone quota? Three spirit stones... might not be enough."

Upon hearing this, Commissioner Chen smiled and said, "The quota for the Opening Heaven Class is three yuan per person per month. This is the rule, and there are no exceptions in principle."

He noticed Xia Xinghan's slightly furrowed brows and changed the subject: "However, rules are rules, but people are flexible. You yourself are the biggest 'exception'!"

"I will compile your application and requirements into a report and submit it to Professor Qian. Whether it will be approved, and how many slots will be approved, depends on the evaluation and decision from above. However, given how much Professor Qian values ​​you, there is a high possibility that some additional slots will be allocated."

"I understand, thank you Uncle Chen."

In the days that followed, Xia Xinghan's life became unusually simple and focused.

He was like a sponge that had fallen into an ocean of knowledge, and began to absorb it almost greedily.

Every day when Xia Xinghan arrives at the Kaitian Classroom, he always carries a pile of books and folders, the height of which is even greater than his own height!

The tiny figures and the towering books create a striking contrast.

During class, if it was a theoretical explanation, he would listen attentively while quickly flipping through relevant books to compare and verify the information.

During practical or self-study sessions, he would be completely immersed in his own world of reading.

Su Xiao, Liu Mengyan, and other girls initially gathered around out of curiosity, wanting to see what interesting picture book Xia Xinghan was looking at.

But when they glimpsed the dense classical Chinese annotations, the complex and tedious anatomical illustrations, and the incomprehensible mathematical symbols and physical formulas on the pages, they were all dumbfounded.

"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic... The Hypothesis on the Distribution of Magnetic Fields in the Human Body's Meridians... The Correspondence Between Quantum Field Theory and Classical Field Theory... Detailed Explanation of the Principle of Inertial Confinement Fusion..."

Liu Mengyan whispered the names on the spines of a few books, gasped, and turned to Su Xiao, whispering, "Xiao Xiao, I feel like I've wasted the last ten years of my education..."

Su Xiao stared at Xia Xinghan, who was buried in his books and whose little finger was occasionally tracing complex lines in the air. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

"Comparison is the thief of joy."

"No, he's not human at all."

Yes.

It's one thing for a one-year-old baby to be able to talk and walk, but who has time to read these kinds of books?

That's way too much!

"Do you think Wang Nezha might be a reincarnated person? In his previous life, he must have been a super genius with two doctorates or something."

"Yeah, we're not even going to act anymore."

What puzzled the two women even more was Xia Xinghan's reading speed.

He doesn't really "read" books; it's more like he's "scanning" them.

His gaze lingered on a single page for an extremely short time before his fingers turned to the next, the rustling sound of pages turning rhythmic and swift. Yet, his expression remained utterly focused, seemingly genuine.

"Chen Miao seems to read this fast too..."

Liu Mengyan muttered something to herself, then immediately dismissed it, "Wait, Chen Miao has a 'super brain,' but is Nezha also a super brain?"

"By the way, what do you call your reading method?"

"Quantum Reading Method"

When Su Xiao asked for advice, Xia Xinghan didn't even look up and just made up some nonsense.

At this moment, Chen Miao sat in the back row of the classroom, pushed up his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses occasionally swept over the small figure in the front row surrounded by a mountain of books.

Chen Miao wanted to say that his super-fast reading was limited to rote memorization.

Even when reading books with profound and difficult content, one must take their time and think carefully; it's not as fast as Xia Xinghan's method.

"I asked my father about the true identity of Wang Nezha, but unfortunately he was unwilling to reveal anything."

"Even a one-year-old B-rank could not have such a level of secrecy, let alone defeat a five-year-old A-rank."

"It seems... you really are a reincarnated individual!"

Chen Miao secretly deduced this in his heart, and was quite certain of it.

Besides his obsessive reading, Xia Xinghan also applied for a secluded meditation room with natural light and extremely high security through Commissioner Chen, which he used for creating his own cultivation techniques and subsequent practice.

A day later, Commissioner Chen brought good news.

With Qian Lao's special approval, Xia Xinghan's monthly spirit stone quota was increased from the standard three to five.

If the Kaitian Class found out, it would probably cause an uproar, with everyone speculating about Xia Xinghan's true identity.

Time flies.

A month passed quickly, spent between turning pages of a book, between furrowed brows in deep thought, and between gazing absently at a ray of sunlight or a precious stone.

During this month, Xia Xinghan read almost all the relevant books that Commissioner Chen had gathered for him.

The superhuman brain is like the most sophisticated supercomputer, dismantling, analyzing, colliding, and recombining countless seemingly unrelated knowledge points, such as Taoist breathing techniques, meridian circulation, human energy metabolism, mass-energy conversion and field theory in physics, and even the principles and models of stellar nuclear fusion.

He verified many of his conjectures and overturned many more unrealistic fantasies.

The path is gradually becoming clearer, and the framework is slowly being built.

The core idea can be summed up in one sentence: turn your cells into your dantian (energy center).

It's easier said than done; it's a complete illusion, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

But Xia Xinghan turned a vague and ethereal statement into reality!

Twenty days and nights of simulations led to the creation of thousands of models in my mind, which were then continuously revised, optimized, and eliminated.

Finally, on a particularly sunny afternoon, Xia Xinghan entered his private meditation room with five precious spirit stones.

There was only a simple futon in the center of the quiet room.

He casually sat down, basking in the golden sunlight streaming in from the skylight.

Closing my eyes, my mind became calm and focused like never before.

All the knowledge, all the deductions, and all the sparks of inspiration from the past month converge, merge, and sublimate at this moment.