Arad's crooked savior

The facts were exactly as Yuena guessed. Ricky had a strong impression of Ye Lin, thinking that he was very elegant, gentle, and respectful towards others, unlike those stupid scholars with yin and yang eccentricities.

Moreover, during Bai Hai's previous gathering, Ye Lin agreed with one of her theories, which was very useful and liked to her.

If other scholars asked her about the reasons for her theoretical school, Ricky would not bother to answer, or would give a few perfunctory words in an arrogant manner.

But Ye Lin never showed any disdain for the theoretical school, and he only asked questions out of curiosity.

Ricky knew he needed to answer the question seriously, respect was mutual.

Ricky gathered his thoughts and habitually pushed the amethyst glasses on the bridge of his nose. Because he had worn them for too long, there were two slight depressions on both sides of his nose.

"Let me give you an example. Let's say we want to make a cup of rich, fragrant coffee~" Ricky pointed to the coffee machine in the store and said, "Under the premise of following the normal production process, it will take about five minutes."

Then Ricky pointed to his head and said with a confident face: "I repeat the process of making coffee in my mind, it only takes a few seconds."

The coffee she had just brewed was very strong and bitter. Only when she sipped it in her mouth and tasted it carefully could she detect a hidden mellow aroma, so she added a lot of sugar to it.

The navigator held the white porcelain coffee cup and glanced upward at Ricky for a moment. What kind of rough theory was this? It sounded a bit unclear.

In a telepathic moment, she and Yuena looked into each other's eyes, and then read the same emotions and meanings to each other. Was Yelin overthinking his expectations for her?

"Ahem, to put it in layman's terms..." Ricky felt that he was quite patient today. Just when he was about to speak and struggle again, he saw Ye Lin nodding.

puff……

Yuena almost spit out a mouthful of bitter coffee, rolled her eyes and swallowed it back forcefully. She was quite familiar with this action of wanting to vomit but swallowing, and she habitually maintained an elegant demeanor.

Can you come up with this statement? !

"What you mean is that verifying whether a theory can be realized requires a large number of experiments, which will consume a terrible time."

"Yep!"

Ricky was overjoyed. No wonder he saw a red rose when he went out today. It turned out that he met his soulmate today. He could easily understand what he wanted to express, and then repeat it in a better way.

The navigator sitting opposite Ye Lin gradually looked at him with a strange look.

The atmosphere gradually became heated, and Ricky suddenly changed the topic and talked about his experience studying in the "Ivory Tower", which was the highest-status institution in the White Sea region.

There was a white-haired teacher who had been conducting experiments on a new mist machine. According to him, his invention could shake the white sea once it was successful. However, that experiment has been repeated for nearly ten years, with fine-tuning every time. data, and then wait for the boring results.

Not only the innovation and invention of fog machinery, some scholars will also spend a long time to continuously improve their research in order to find a substance or an energy element and prove its existence and effect.

When Ricky thought that he might also enter this kind of research life, his scalp suddenly became numb and his eyes became dizzy.

So Ricky unintentionally went to the extreme. She became a staunch theorist and refused to spend a lot of time to verify whether her theory could be realized.

All designs are only conceived in the mind. If someone is willing to use her theory to experiment, Ricky is very supportive and is willing to share the glory of success with the other person.

But she has a bad reputation for having been theorizing for too long. No one wants to establish a cooperative relationship with her except the "big wronged" who tried to prove her theory wrong.

After all, no matter how you say it, it's too illusory. You Ricky have no masterpieces at all, and you don't have a brilliant reputation. Who is willing to spend their energy to experiment with your works.

Of course, Ricky still had a reputation, but it was a bad reputation.

Although Ricky dropped out of the Ivory Tower on his own initiative, the professors at the college shook their heads when their name was mentioned and said they would not re-admit her to school in the future.

"I understand what you are thinking. There are indeed people who have been immersed in a wrong theory for decades, wasting time in vain. But..."

Ye Lin changed his tone, stared at Ricky with his deep eyes, slightly emphasized his voice, and said: "I also know many outstanding doctoral scholars, whose reputations are known all over the world. However, no bird can fly as soon as it is born, and some birds live their entire lives. You’ve wasted your wings in vain.”

"Yes..." Yuena complained in her heart that the fat chicken Bifang could fly as soon as he was born.

Ricky's mind was slightly shaken, and she leaned back suddenly. She seemed to see endless light, as well as countless mysterious runes and words of knowledge from the other person's eyes.

"I have also seen a person similar to you. His research was crazy, stubborn, prejudiced, and not understood. But at the end of his life, he created a machine that shocked even me. It was a machine that could involve time. Machinery in the field.”

time?

The navigator's ears for freshness quickly pricked up. Is the world outside you already powerful enough to involve such ethereal attributes?

The fingers holding the coffee cup trembled, and she suddenly wanted to pry open Ye Lin's head and read his soul directly.

The first step in training is to slightly dampen Ricky's arrogance.

Moreover, his words would sound different to different people's ears. Ricky felt that the other person was implying that he could also create a fog machine that would shock the world.

"Then again, what do you want me to help you with?" Ye Lin doesn't like bitter coffee, he usually drinks girl juice.

Ricky held up three fingers, which meant that he needed help with three things. He probably felt embarrassed, so he retracted one finger.

Yuena and the navigator were both speechless. No wonder Ricky didn't have many friends and was disliked by others. He was not polite at all.

"Tell me about it."

"Well... let me ask you a question first, are you Lord Mal?"

"No, but Mal was one of my teachers."

Ricky seemed not surprised by this answer and sighed: "I would like to ask you to find a few scholars to be my assistants to test my theories."

So you are still a firm believer in theory, right?

Ye Lin actually admires her. In the absence of experimental data, her brain can deduce illusory theories to a "success rate" level. This is already at the level of a genius.

"You first think about the basic process of exploring the device, and I will help you ask if there is any other way."

Ye Lin took out his mobile phone and dialed the voice of Michel. The reason why he didn't call Gina, Nairn, or Xiao Baihua was because they had professional research fields, while Michel was an all-rounder.

"Hey, General, aren't you in the Eternal Continent? Why are you looking for me? Xiaobaihua will be jealous if you don't call her." After the call was connected, Michele's voice clearly revealed a tired tone, as if he was talking to me. Deliberately taking pleasure in suffering.

"Ahem, I have something to ask you for help with. I want to make a fog mechanical exploration device..."

"Shut up! Please let me go on vacation and still work. Is there no talent left in the Eternal Continent? Or is it a magical world, so why not use a magic circle..."

Michele suddenly frowned and had a headache when he heard the word "machine". He couldn't help but vent his frustrations.

In the heaven world, there are National Days commemorating the victory of the Mechanical Revolution and the establishment of the Seventh Empire. There are also National Days commemorating the defeat of the Kallet Organization and the Apostle Antoun. There are quite a few festivals.

It happens to be Antoun's holiday recently, but they scientific researchers don't have any holidays!

Alijie was actually on vacation, but the desire to build "Wahait" and realize Herman's design kept them from leaving their posts.

After slowly taking a breath, Michel held his forehead and said: "Dr. Pera's G-2 Predator and the GPS system of the ancient mechanical Seven Gods of War both have exploration effects. Forget it, please send me your detailed requirements. , I’ll think about how to tinker with it.”

"Ahem, I'm no longer in the Eternal Continent. I'm in the God Realm. A scholar here said that she already has a mature theoretical basis, but she hasn't put it into practice yet. Is it feasible for me to ask her to dictate it to you? Can you please Mira, the master program of Silent City, uses AI to simulate it."

"Oral description? No blueprints, no data, nothing?"

"No, no works... She said she trusted her own reasoning and memory."

"Tsk, this person is so arrogant. After ten or eight years, what will she use to prove her wisdom at this moment, a mouth? Or an autobiography that no one will read?"

Ricky suddenly froze. She had never thought about the future. What if no one helped her...

"Wait a minute! What did you say, General? Are you in the God Realm? The God Realm that Bilashel can reach? Real or fake..."

"I have something else to do, let's talk later."

beep!

Ye Lin cut off the communication, and an angry Michelle said bluntly on the other end that they broke up, "Xiao Baihua, your husband is no longer a human being."

I was originally going to call him back, but considering that this guy seemed to really have something to do, I made a video call to Mailu.

Because Mailu has always been Youyouzai's snack destroyer and mascot, she must have time to communicate.

Of course, there is no signal in the God Realm, so it all depends on Ye Lin's spatial ability.

This kind of theory and practice suddenly reminds me of One Punch Man... The original author One's painting style is sloppy, but the plot setting is excellent. The remake author Murata's painting skills are strong, but the plot creation is not good. The hungry wolf chapter is complete. It's a big job, and I've lost all the basic concepts of a punch...