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In Qi Yi's vague memory, it seems that someone saved his life when he was being chased by a group of scientific leaders. In the impression, the guy's expression has always been quite lazy. He listlessly answered all the questions about science easily.

Questions from industry leaders.

At least judging from this performance, this is definitely the best among the best students. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god of learning.

This memory is fuzzy, just like in daily life we ​​always feel that some things seem to have happened before. Or things that happened in real life seem to have been dreamed before.

Qi Yi didn't pay attention, just thought it might be an illusion. But he still told himself to try not to go to the top floor of the teaching building. After all, anyone who dreams of those big names in the scientific community crawling out of the portraits, and then looks at those portraits, has to be a little nervous.

Terrified.

It just backfired. Some courses had to be taken on the top floor, and it was already dark after finishing the class on the top floor. When Qi Yi came to the corridor, he felt like there was a cold wind, and all the portraits were staring at him.

look.

Silently, he took out the textbooks in his schoolbag and reviewed them in the corridor. If these big guys really crawled out of the portraits, he could find a way to send these things back.

If something bad can happen, then it will definitely happen... Qi Yi suddenly discovered that all his classmates who were walking not far from him had disappeared. He seemed to be trapped on the top floor alone.

What was even more frightening was that the faces in the portraits began to distort, and the Newton boss closest to him had already asked him: "What is the acceleration of an object related to?"

Qi Yi looked at that big face and his brain almost shut down. A good question is very simple. He subconsciously answered: "It has something to do with the mass of the object and the amount of the total external force it experiences."

As he answered, he started running. If he didn't run at this time, would he still stand still and be asked questions? What if the questions behind him became more and more difficult? What Newton summed up was not just Newton's three laws. How could he still do it?

What about calculus! Even if he has been learning this stuff by himself since he had nightmares, he is still only half-assed now. Being asked this question will definitely kill him on the spot.

What's more, there is more than just Newton in this corridor. If Einstein jumps out and asks him to use his own understanding to explain the theory of relativity, he will be dead.

However, as he ran, he felt a certain memory being recalled in his mind, and the familiar scene finally inspired his sealed memory.

The last time I encountered this situation, the lazy guy easily answered all the boss's questions, then tapped him listlessly on the shoulder and told him:

"Look, if you encounter this situation again next time, cut your finger. Find a flat surface and draw this formation on it. After doing this, you will be able to get a solution to this dilemma."

Although this memory was inexplicable, Qi Yi still remembered the magic circle drawn by that weirdo. The structure of the magic circle was very simple, just a six-pointed star with some incomprehensible runes. It seemed quite simple.

At this time, he didn't have time to think too much. He gritted his teeth and pricked his finger with the pen in his schoolbag, and smeared the magic circle in his memory with blood on the draft paper.

The weak spiritual power was driven by the magic circle and began to condense on the magic circle.

Qi Yi had already discovered that this space was blocked, an environment similar to a ghost beating a wall. Even though he rushed down the stairs, he found that the environment on the next floor was still the top floor. There was no change at all, and there was probably no way to leave by conventional means.

Here it is.

All he could hope for was that the magic circle left by the mysterious man would work.

However, as the magic circle took effect, what appeared in front of him made him confused. Directly above the magic circle, illusory spiritual energy condensed into a translucent pen.

This is nothing to complain about. It is not particularly rare for characters in fantasy works to use pens as weapons. The problem is that when he holds the pen, he hears a voice prompt soon.

“Scientology’s reading pen won’t click anywhere!”

Qi Yi: "..."

Why the hell wouldn't God click somewhere? Although he did summon something. But this is too unreliable? But think about that lazy mysterious man, with his style of painting, he would summon something so unreliable.

The spectrum thing seems to be reasonable and reasonable.

The top priority was to escape from this haunted floor. Without saying a word, Qi Yi picked up the pen and rushed to the stairs. No matter what his style of painting was, it just worked. He had the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live doctor. He poked the tip of his pen on

On the staircase that never ends.

When the tip of his pen fell, he suddenly heard the voice coming from the reading pen: "The stairs were folded by space. A spiritual force folded the space of this section of the stairs."

"Of course I know it was folded by space. What I want to ask is how to get out?" Qi Yi, who has read some novels, can guess the situation in front of him with his toes, and still uses this reading pen to talk nonsense.

"Stand in the middle of the stairs and draw the formations in Chapter 3-17 of Compulsory Course One of Drawing Formation to break the space folding. Click here to view the picture."

Qi Yi: "..."

Damn it, Chapter 1 and Chapter 3 are required! Damn it...Does Hogwarts also use human education textbooks now?

But now he has no other choice. He can only click to view the picture. After he clicked, a projection fell on the ground in the middle of the corridor. It was a more complicated circle than the one he had just drawn.

At present, he has no other casting materials on his body, and the only thing that can be used to draw magic circles is the blood on his body. At this time, he can't care so much, since his finger has been pricked anyway. Just press

He squeezed out the blood with his fingers and traced it according to the projection on the ground.

While he was painting, not far away, Mendel had emerged from the portrait. He began to ask him about the results of hybridization of different peas. Fortunately, they were all relatively basic questions at the beginning, such as the law of separation and the law of free combination.

You can still come by opening your mouth.

Qi Yi was covered in cold sweat, and while responding to the boss's questions, he quickly sketched the magic circle. Finally, he finished sketching the magic circle before Lao Meng asked a question he didn't know how to do.

As his blood evaporated into blood mist, the space blockade was broken, and he rushed down to the top floor without saying a word.

…

The experience of the rest of his life forced him to admit that this seemingly unreliable reading pen was still very reliable at critical moments. From then on, he also had to admit that existing scientific knowledge existed in this world.

Extraordinary power that the system cannot explain for the time being.

Therefore, he tried his best to fulfill some of the requirements that the reading pen put on him, such as learning the required content of the first course of formation, or giving the method of summoning the reading pen of the Scientology to other people who were affected by supernatural events.

troubled people.

[To be continued]

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