Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Also, I recommend this book written by a friend. It is a band-related fan work written by a senior who plays Houpeng!

I have been reading along and I feel very good about it. The characters are well controlled and the logic between events is carefully considered. The view on punk is also very accurate. It does not feel like a humorous pop story disguised as rock punk.

And just like this book, although it is a fan fiction, almost all the plots are original. If you are interested, you can go and read it. It is really great. To be honest, I want to post a separate chapter to recommend it (I may really do so in a few days, because I really, really like it)

Book Title: Teen Crying Punk

Synopsis: Takamatsu Deng enters the school of Haneda and becomes a famous eccentric girl.

Shoko Toyokawa sat in the Maybach and pondered the name of the band

Momoka Kawahara plugged in her guitar and started her roadshow.

Hachiman Hailing walked towards the livehouse, where she had an appointment with someone

Bai Lu, a student studying in the United States, walked out of the airport carrying a heavy bass case. It was an ordinary day in the fourth year of her big girl band era.

Volume 56: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Grothendieck

The faint light of dawn filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel lobby. The air still held the chill of the night, with a hint of the distinct crispness of autumn. Xing Qingqi tugged at the collar of his coat and walked with Flatt through the lobby toward the underground garage at Qi Er ③ Liu Si ⒐ Qi (3) ⑷.

The hotel lobby was still dark in the early morning hours, with only a few people whispering in the corners and the occasional guest hurrying by with their suitcases on the soft carpet. The elevator door slowly opened, and Xing Qingfeng and Flatt stepped inside. As the elevator descended steadily, their hazy figures were reflected in the doorway.

"It's really early..." Flatt yawned and shook the backpack in his hand. It was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the early morning sleepiness.

"You can sleep for a while in the car. The journey is quite long." Xing Qingfu said lightly.

"I don't want to miss anything interesting." Flat grinned, his eyes shining with anticipation.

The elevator reached the basement level and the doors slowly opened. The air in the underground garage was even colder than inside the hotel, a mixture of the odor of concrete and a hint of gasoline residue. Dim wall lamps illuminated the neatly arranged rows of cars. The ground still held traces of last night's rain, reflecting scattered points of light.

Pierre had been waiting by the car for a long time. When he saw the two of them approaching, he raised his chin as a greeting. Xing Qingjiu's senior, on the other hand, stubbornly insisted on carrying Fratt's luggage, even though it was just a light backpack.

"Senior, there's no need—" Xing Qingqi was about to speak, but he saw the other party stubbornly picking up the luggage with a calm expression, not allowing any discussion.

"It's a rare opportunity for me to take care of the younger generation." The senior replied in a low voice.

Flatt blinked, his eyes wandering between the senior and Xing Qingjiu for a while, and finally shrugged, as if accepting this group of cold and stupid arrangements indifferently.

"But you really aren't going?" Xing Qingyu looked at the senior, his voice steady but with a hint of inquiry, "I remember you..."

"...No." The senior paused, as if weighing his words, then forced a smile and waved his hand, "Something urgent happened at school recently, so I can't go."

The smile seemed unnatural, a forced effort of ease. Xing Qing stared at him for a moment, but ultimately didn't press the issue.

Pierre expertly opened the car door and nodded, signaling they could depart. Flatt, as if he'd finally waited for this moment, quickly got in and plopped down, even stretching. Xing Qingqu stood by the door, giving his senior one last look before grabbing the door handle and preparing to follow.

At this moment, his gaze paused slightly.

The morning light had already completely leaped over the horizon, illuminating the lampposts in the distant streets, casting straight silhouettes. At the garage exit, a cold wind swept across the city streets, picking up a few withered yellow leaves, which swirled and landed at the senior's feet.

He stood there with one hand in his windbreaker pocket, and with the other hand he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and held it between his fingers.

He lowered his head, slightly tilted his face to shield himself from the wind, and lit a cigarette. The flicker of fire revealed his slightly tired features.

The action seemed unfamiliar, as if it hadn't been touched for a long time, and even carried a hint of unpracticed hesitation. Xing Qingqi frowned. In his memory, the senior not only didn't smoke, but also quite hated the smell of cigarettes.

Smoke slowly rose in the cold air, and the pale white mist was pulled into thin threads by the wind, which were blown away in an instant and melted into the dim light of the autumn morning.

"Hey, Order Xing, get in the car quickly!"

Flatt's voice came from inside the car, with his usual briskness, as if urging, as if breaking the moment of silence.

"Where are we going?" Flatt was the first to break the silence, his tone filled with his usual excitement. He leaned sideways, resting his hands on the back of the passenger seat, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"The Pyrenees," Pierre answered slowly, adjusting the rearview mirror. "That's where my teacher currently lives."

Flatt whistled, seeming to have developed a strong interest in this destination. He leaned his head back in the chair, looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the car door, obviously already imagining the upcoming journey.

The atmosphere inside the car vibrated slightly with the roar of the engine, the steady, gentle sound echoing in the confined space. The car slowly drove out of the underground garage and onto the open street. The morning sunlight streamed in through the car windows, reflecting a faint golden halo on the windshield.

In the rearview mirror, the figure at the garage exit remained standing. In the morning light, the figure was slightly blurred, and the smoke swirled in the cold wind, gathering and dispersing, outlining his silhouette as he lowered his head slightly.

Xing Qingfu's gaze lingered on the rearview mirror for a moment, then he let out a breath and looked away.

The streets in the early morning were gradually left behind by the speed of cars, and the distant horizon gradually became clear in the sunlight.

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The sun gradually rose, casting a faint glow on the asphalt of the highway. On both sides of the road were rolling hills and forests that had not yet fully embraced the colors of autumn. Occasionally, morning mist lingered among the trees, adding a hazy sense of tranquility to the journey.

With the low, steady roar of the engine, a relaxing atmosphere permeated the car. Flatt, who had just been full of energy and chattering non-stop, was now tucked away in the back seat, sound asleep. His head tilted to one side, his blond hair draped over his forehead, swaying slightly with the slightest bumps in the car's cacophony.

Pierre held the steering wheel attentively, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that Flat was fast asleep. He involuntarily loosened the clutch and slightly slowed down the car to make the driving more stable.

Xing Qingfeng noticed Pierre's actions, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man in the passenger seat: "Won't this delay the journey?"

Pierre chuckled and replied casually, "It's at least a seven-hour journey, not to mention we have to cross the mountains. Anyway, it will be almost night by the time we reach our destination—"

He paused, changed to a more relaxed sitting position, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel twice, and continued: "--The teacher doesn't have a place for us to stay overnight, so we have to stay at the foot of the mountain for one night."

"Is that so..." Xing Qingyu responded in a low voice, nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the scenery passing by quickly outside the window.

It is indeed a wait.

Flatt's breathing was steady and long, and the carriage, lacking his usual clamor, seemed much quieter. But this silence wasn't relaxing; instead, it felt inexplicably oppressive. Xing Qingqiu always felt that this silence was too heavy, like some unanswered question hanging in the air, making him want to break it.

He was thinking about where to start, and when he was about to say something——

"Senior... Ling-meng 侕 leek ０鷗三把VII依san..."

"Your senior, he..."

The two of them opened their mouths almost at the same time, and their voices intertwined in the car. The slightly abrupt overlap made them both stunned.

It seemed that Pierre had the same idea as him.

After a brief silence, Xing Qingqi took the initiative to speak and pushed the topic to the other party: "What happened to the senior?"

Pierre sighed softly, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead, but his fingers tapped unconsciously on the steering wheel, as if he was considering how to start.

The road snaked through the morning light, the wheels rolling over the asphalt, causing subtle vibrations. The distant mountains were bathed in a soft golden glow. The atmosphere inside the car was even more serene than the scenery outside, with only the low hum of the engine filling the gaps between conversations.

"He's been going through his job evaluation recently and is under a lot of pressure." Pierre sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "So he was very emotional at the time. Just treat those words as him complaining."

Xing Qingfeng tilted his head slightly, watching the scenery quickly pass by outside the window, his gaze settling on the layers of mountain shadows, as if digesting Pierre's words. Finally, he leaned back in his chair and said, "I understand. He has always admired Grothendieck and would rather pass up this opportunity to visit... I guess he's really too busy."

Pierre held the steering wheel with one hand and the gear selector with the other, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the plastic casing as if he were considering his next words. He was silent for a moment, then finally said softly, "...No."

He took a deep breath, as if trying to organize his words, before continuing, "He just doesn't want to see it."

Xing Qingyu frowned slightly and looked at the man in the passenger seat.

"He admired my teacher very much and always wanted to become my apprentice," Pierre sighed, a hint of regret in his tone, "but the teacher stopped accepting students a long time ago."

As the words fell, the car fell silent for a moment, with only the low friction sound of tires rolling over the road filling the gap of silence.

"That Flat..." Xing Qingqi spoke subconsciously and glanced sideways at the back row.

Flatt was still sleeping soundly, leaning against the car window, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was having an interesting dream.

Pierre also glanced at the rearview mirror to confirm that Flatt had not woken up, then he slowly said: "...Just wanted to give it a try."

His tone was hesitant, as if he was considering how to phrase it.

"Maybe when a teacher sees a child like this, he'll be tempted to pick up his teaching stick again."

Xing Qingfeng didn't respond immediately. He stared at Pierre's profile, trying to find more information from his expression. However, Pierre just stared at the road ahead, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, as if he was thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he sighed softly, "After the teacher withdrew from the front line, many problems of our school were exposed."

Xing Qingfu raised his eyebrows but did not interrupt.

"We've focused too much on structuralism," Pierre continued, a hint of frustration in his tone. "It's not quite appropriate in today's environment."

"...It's different now than it was decades ago." His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his tone slow and steady. "It's not like back then, when you could get support for anything you did."

Pierre paused, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and continued, "Analytical mathematics, probability theory, computational mathematics—these applied-oriented theories... are probably also related to the rise of the Princeton School to some extent. In short, they quickly became the mainstream of mathematical research."

"Now that we've become mainstream, everything becomes easier." His tone slowed slightly, as if he was reminiscing. "Especially after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Moscow School, which also focused on algebraic topology, nearly collapsed. Our voice in the world has become even lower."

He tapped the steering wheel lightly, as if sorting out his thoughts.

"Plus..." Pierre thought for a moment and said slowly, "There is indeed a lack of successors in the school right now. Before we can complete the transformation of direction and strive to train the next generation, we need someone who can continue to maintain our existence-"

"-Mr. Grothendieck?" Xing Qingfu's eyes moved slightly, and he interrupted in the gap of the conversation.

"Well, but he's really determined not to get involved in this anymore." Pierre held the steering wheel with one hand and the other on the gear lever. He sighed softly, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness. "So, I thought I'd take him over and give it a try. When he sees a kid like Flatt, I'm afraid he won't be able to resist coaching him again—"

He paused, a complex smile playing on his face, as if he were weighing something. Finally, he added, "—After all, this is a child who can inherit my legacy and understand my research. I can understand this feeling."

Xing Qingqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if digesting Pierre's words. He adjusted his sitting position to a more comfortable one, folding his hands on his knees and gazing out the window at the slowly receding scenery.

“I see,” he murmured, a little thoughtfully. “You want to use Flatt to arouse Grothendieck’s desire to teach, and then try to get him back into the school to maintain order?”

"Indeed." Pierre's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his knuckles unconsciously tightening for a moment before relaxing again. He stared straight ahead, his tone steady yet slightly resigned. "That's why I don't want the child to hear this. I don't want you to influence their judgment."

He tapped the steering wheel lightly and laughed at himself: "It's a very contradictory feeling."

Xing Qingyu didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"As an educator, how can you treat children with such utilitarian ideas?" Pierre glanced through the rearview mirror at Flat in the back seat. Flat was still sound asleep, a dreamy smile playing on his lips. He was silent for a moment, his eyes softening. He whispered, "I hope children can follow their own wishes and complete what I couldn't... But at the same time, I also hope they can have their own paths and choose what they want."

"—You can understand this feeling, right?" He paused and sighed in a low voice, "We are all educators."

Xing Qingjiu withdrew his gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and seemed about to say something, but in the end, he simply raised his hand and pulled out a small metal wine flask, unscrewed the lid, and took a gentle sip. The faint aroma of wine diffused in the car. He seemed to be savoring the mellow taste. Then he licked the corner of his mouth and handed the wine flask to Pierre.

"Want a bite?"

Pierre was stunned for a moment, his eyes twitching slightly, as if he was a little amused by this sudden proposal.

"...?" He glanced at the steering wheel in his hands, his voice filled with disbelief, "But I'm driving."

"Indeed..." Xing Qingfeng nodded thoughtfully, then glanced out the window at the road, his eyes sweeping across the empty fields on either side of the highway, as if to check his surroundings. He added nonchalantly, "But there shouldn't be any traffic police on this road."

"That's not a reason." Pierre was completely speechless. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but glance at him. "You're a teacher too, right? Can't you be a little more demanding of your own personal ethics?"

Xing Qingwu shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and casually shook the wine jug, causing the liquid inside to sway slightly, creating tiny ripples. He sighed softly, his tone a bit lazy, "A bit melancholy, huh?"

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the wine jug, and tapped the metal lid gently: "I understand what you mean, so I think it would be better to drink some wine at this time-"

He tilted his head slightly, a nonchalant smile playing at the corner of his lips: "--and there's no one else watching."

Pierre was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror. Flat was still immersed in his dream, breathing steadily and unaware.

He glanced out the window. The highway stretched between the mountains. The sky and the earth were silent and vast. Only their car was driving alone on this winding road.

In the end, he sighed, reached out to take the wine jug handed to him by Xing Qingjiu, and took a small sip.

The wine slid into his mouth, with a unique sweetness and slight spiciness. He smacked his lips, as if savoring the unfamiliar taste. After taking another sip, he returned the jug.

"What kind of wine? I've never had it before." Pierre licked his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly. "It tastes pretty good."

"Fenjiu, from China." Xing Qingwu said lightly as he took the wine jug.

Pierre nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "Yes, I'll give it a try if I get a chance to go to China."

The topic paused briefly under the subtle influence of alcohol. Pierre thought for a moment and seemed to be about to pick up the previous topic again: "As for your senior..."

He had just opened his mouth to speak when Xing Qingyu gently waved his hand and interrupted him.

"No need to say more." Xing Qingyu leaned back in his chair, looking at the texture of the car roof. His tone was low but without any emotion: "It's not easy for everyone."

Pierre glanced at him and finally said nothing more.

The car continued along the road, through the morning light, heading towards the distant mountains.

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It can be regarded as a transition chapter, but it also indirectly shapes Xing Qingqu's changing views on education. It does not actively describe his views on his current classroom, but chooses to use resonance to bring out his contradictions about the purpose of education. This way, the viewing experience should be much smoother.

As for Xing Qingfu’s senior... this character will have another small plot, or dialogue, after the end of the small plot. I wonder what you think of this plot at the moment.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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I really recommend this book written by a friend. If you are interested in this subject, please don’t miss it. I have already written 100,000 words: "Girl Crying Punk"

Volume 57: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Deep Master-Student Love (Realistic)

The road was rugged, the wheels clacking softly over gravel. The Pyrenees loomed majestically before us. The morning mist had not yet fully dissipated, and the mountains were filled with the scent of moist earth, while the sound of pine trees whispered in the wind. After a night's rest, the three of them set off early, driving along the winding road, their destination directly towards the legendary mathematician's retreat.

"It's really quite remote." Xing Qingfu leaned back in the front seat, gazing out the window at the endless mountains and forests, and couldn't help but sigh, "This gentleman was truly determined to retire completely back then..."

Flatt, as usual, was initially quite active in the car, but this activity lasted less than half an hour before he began to feel drowsy. Pierre, on the other hand, was concentrating on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the narrow mountain road ahead. A silent silence permeated the car.

Finally, after climbing over a hill, their destination finally came into view - it was a simple cottage nestled in the mountains and forests, with vines climbing all over the outer walls, a few old trees in the yard, and a wooden fence that had obviously not been repaired for a long time, with mottled marks indicating the passage of time.