A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

The sound of the ballpoint pen scratching across paper stopped.

Knowles paused.

He put the pen down, raised his head and looked at Chu Yan, but the faint smile on his face did not change at all.

"Oh? Tell me what you think. Why do you think so?"

He began to speak as if encouragingly: "I never seem to have shown any intention in this regard."

"Maybe he just regards you as an assistant and simply doesn't want to teach for you, so he keeps ordering you to do small things?"

Chu Yan also smiled leisurely: "No, teacher, I think the answer is obvious."

"First of all, the possibility that 'your previous actions were meaningless' is basically non-existent."

He shrugged and continued calmly, "It's not a question of whether you are earning a salary from the academy or being serious and dedicated to your work...but it's based on the fact that you were immersed in reading the two times you entered the classroom."

"This is why I am willing to believe in your qualities as a scholar, teacher."

Of course, there is a lot of relevant evidence.

For example, the basic Fengyuan Academy does not keep idle people, and the drafts of those complicated formulas that Knowles never hid after he put pen to paper, etc.....

All of these can prove that he is a serious and excellent researcher.

but.

Chu Yan's conclusion is simply -

No matter what kind of book it is, a person who truly likes to read, even if he is a bad person, will definitely not be a bad person who would do meaningless and boring things.

Serious researchers really want to do bad things.

At least it should be at the level of making a mushroom bomb, right?

——That’s right, this is Chu Yan’s prejudice based entirely on his own arbitrary impressions!

"So, all the trivial things you asked me to do, teacher, are based on the premise that they are meaningful."

Chu Yan looked directly at Professor Knowles.

He said in a firm tone: "Then, those things that seem to have nothing to do with each other."

"There must be some common law."

Last week, Professor Knowles also asked him to do a lot of things.

Some of them used special tape to glue broken broom handles together; some of them helped run errands and found a forgotten book from a pile of ribbons in the teacher's office.

The most meaningless of them are chores...I don't even know if they can be considered chores.

It is the dumbbells that will be placed at the back of the classroom.

Bring it to him.

"If it were me, when I'm not sure about a person's uniqueness, I would continue to test them through various small objects."

“It’s like a psychology test question.”

Chu Yan looked at the ballpoint pen placed on the desk.

"I can be sure that I didn't notice anything unusual when I did these things."

"So at first, even though I thought it might be a test, I couldn't be sure."

A smile appeared on his face.

He continued confidently, "But... after passing that decisive ballpoint pen."

"It was broken, and I fixed it - that's just common sense."

"However, this is the only second time you, Sensei, have asked me to 'repair something' - this is the only important and complicated thing that has something in common in the past two weeks."

"As the key to solving the problem, it is enough."

The handsome, calm black-haired boy smiled easily.

Shrugging, he said, "Well, if we think about it the other way around..."

"If."

"——What if they became 'normal' again after I touched them?"

This was said in a questioning tone.

But whether it was the expression or the boy's calm, confident tone.

All of this proved that he was almost touching the answer that represented the truth.

The dark-haired boy looked directly at the young professor.

The look of confidence made his dark eyes seem like a burning torch, shining brightly.

"above--"

Chu Yan said calmly with a smile on his face.

"——That's my most basic reasoning, teacher."

The clear voice ended steadily, as if bringing a miniature mystery drama to a close.

Pop, pop, pop.

As soon as the words fell, applause of praise rang out in the classroom.

"Very good, very good, excellent, classmate Chu Yan."

The admiration in Professor Knowles' eyes was almost difficult to conceal.

He spoke from the bottom of his heart: "If you are willing, I would like to accept you as my only student."

"After you graduate, if you are willing to go back with me and learn it."

"I will pass on all my resources, facilities, connections, and everything I have accumulated so far to you."

"In my opinion, you have such a high level of academic potential, which is a very rare qualification."

Hearing the young professor's frank praise, Chu Yan maintained a polite smile as if nothing had happened.

Ah, but.

This is just on the surface.

In fact, the villain in Chu Yan's heart had already opened the champagne, pumped his fist and shouted "Wuhu, take off?!"

"It's done, brothers!"

He had been searching for urban superpowers in the academy for more than a week - wasn't it finally time for the clouds to clear and the little black guy to show his true colors?

to be frank.

If there is no premise that "superpowers definitely exist in this world".

Chu Yan might really be confused and suspect that this professor was simply bullying him in the workplace.

but.

He has been thinking about it day and night, and wants to quickly transform into Iron Man or something like that and get some super powers to play with.

I'm even prepared to hold it in for a few more days. If that doesn't work, I'll go find the most obedient Yilu to test the waters...

Such obvious doubts in professional courses, can't a kindergarten child see through them?

For a traverser.

Routines of this level are very simple and do not pose any difficulty at all.

"So, Professor...!"

Chu Yan couldn't hold back his anticipation and finally asked, "After so many tests, you have already got the answer, right?"

"What kind of abilities do I have?"

That ballpoint pen should be the final test content.

Otherwise, the get out of class wouldn't end early.

In Chu Yan's mind, he had already figured it out based on the commonalities of the previous chores, as well as the commonalities of repairing objects.

I took some titles such as "Imagination Killer", "The Restorer of Truth", "Rewind", "The Constant Solver"...

——The meaning is unclear, anyway, it is a title that maximizes the element of being mysterious but impressive.

"Is such that."

Knowles smiled slightly and raised the ballpoint pen as if to demonstrate.

He simply snapped his fingers.

Countless translucent unknown formulas transformed into complex emerald green characters, appearing on the ballpoint pen and tightly wrapping it.

immediately.

In Chu Yan’s stunned gaze.

The entire pen turned into a golden appearance - reflecting a brilliant color under the bright incandescent light in the classroom.

Even though I already knew that superpowers existed, it was still the first time I actually saw one.

Chu Yan's thoughts went blank for a moment.

The thought that came to his mind subconsciously was.

Oh--

No wonder the professor said he wanted to give away gold right away. Isn't this equivalent to free labor? ?

"simply put."

Professor Knowles showed a serious expression.

He used the golden ballpoint pen to write another line on the draft paper, and the ink was still as new as before.

He said slowly: "Student Chu Yan..."

“You can make a pen, stably, just a pen.”

The erudite and credible words echoed in the empty classroom.

There is no room for misunderstanding of any word.

The boy looked bewildered.

"..."

After half pay.

"................ha?"

133-Hide the false in the credible truth

"I would like to apply to your college for a more intensive test experiment."

After the professional course is over.

Professor Knowles adjusted his elegant black-framed glasses with his hands.

At this moment, he had a serious and earnest expression on his face, sitting in the reception room of the central building.

He held the complicated information that he had already prepared.

To the scattered glass table in front of me.

There was so much information that it almost overflowed and spilled under the table.

Knowles frowned - he seemed to dislike the fact that the glass table used for entertaining guests was too narrow.

He ran his fingers across the tabletop.

The rustling sound was just like the "miracle" that had happened in the professional class not long ago...

The surface of the glass table was covered with countless emerald green fields written in an unknown language, like a formula.

immediately.