Hunting High School

"...In the system of Austenitic space-time theory, with the Siggs mechanism as the starting point, within a certain space-time range, the strength of active individuals is inversely proportional to the lifespan of this space-time..."

"...The mantras involved in this theorem include..."

"...In this part of the derivation, we can use the Lee-Mack expansion to approximate some of the complex functions with a polynomial..."

"...when the t-value is 0, we can get Lauren's formula with Palin term..."

"...converge on this conclusion to obtain an approximate h efficient solution..."

"..."

Professor Yao was standing on the podium, waving a pipe and talking eloquently.

On the wall behind him, on the large blackboard, chalk characters of different colors criss-crossed, listing densely packed formulas and derivations.

And these mantras are still expanding and expanding with Lao Yao's explanation.

Everyone, including the public-funded students and chief students with excellent grades, as well as the sophomores and juniors, stared at the blackboard with blank eyes, listening to the analysis and explanations that seemed to be written in heaven.

It was very quiet in the classroom, no one said a word.

For fear of being named by Lao Yao, Losing face in full view.

One stroke at a time, Zheng Qing copied the handout on the blackboard onto the title page of "Philosophy of Magic", patiently read it word for word.

Read it again.

Repeat three times.

Then he felt the call of Duke Zhou.

This was a powerful hypnotic spell. The young Gong Feisheng shook his head in pain, resisting the call that he couldn't refuse, and tried his best to tear off the eyelids that were about to stick together.

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Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

For some reason, this sentence kept swirling in his mind.

So, he finally gave up on saving himself, and poked the big doctor next to him with the pen: "Do you understand?"

As if it was a signal, the eyes of several students around were all focused in an instant.

"I feel the deep malice in this world... The origin of magic is repelling my prying." Duan Xiaojian sighed deeply, and turned to look at Xiao Xiao with a flattering voice: "If there are still people in this darkness Such a ray of light, it must be you, our cutest Dr. Xiao!"

"En." Xiao Xiao frowned, and said cautiously: "I can understand every word Lao Yao said..."

The others were immediately overjoyed.

"I'll leave it to you!" Duan Xiaojian stuffed a piece of panda candy happily: "Lilac scent, it is said that you can taste the taste of first love... Doctor, can you give us a simple tutorial after class..."

Without further ado, Xiao Xiao stuffed the piece of candy into his own pocket, then nodded vaguely.

But all this did not affect the judgment of the young public finance student.

"And then?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, continued to poke, and said, "I can understand every word... how about connecting them together?"

"Don't talk... Lao Yao is here!" Xiao Xiao sat upright, staring at the blackboard without squinting, refusing to answer Zheng Qing's question.

At the same time, there were several clear coughing sounds from the podium.

The few boys who were having a small meeting suddenly froze.

After coughing, Lao Yao didn't continue to analyze the difficult derivation on the blackboard, but knocked on the table with his pipe to arouse everyone's attention.

"I noticed that people are not very interested in the most fundamental content of our theory."

There was a slight approbation in the classroom.

But more people, including Zheng Qing, just supported Lao Yao's conclusion with their eyes.

"It didn't surprise me at all." Lao Yao shrugged his shoulders, twitched the corners of his mouth, and spread his hands slightly in front of his face: "Then let me use a more popular method to help you understand this theory."

"It's still the same sentence: under a certain space-time range, the strength of active individuals is inversely proportional to the lifespan of this space-time."

"How do you understand it?"

"In layman's terms, in a Minor World, the stronger the active individual, the shorter the Minor World's lifespan."

There was a neat "oh" sound in the classroom.

There was a sudden realization on everyone's face.

It makes a lot more sense to put it this way... The masters are not good at this, they always like to use very awkward words to express the original very simple content.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, and quickly wrote down Lao Yao's explanation with a red note next to the note just now.

"But you need to pay attention... What you just mentioned is just a conclusion, it cannot improve your magical theoretical foundation, and it is of no help to you when you build an advanced magical worldview."

Lao Yao shook his head, apparently not very satisfied with the students in this classroom.

"In future studies, you must find out the source of this result... Now, I will use a more specific case to deepen your impression."

As he spoke, he took out a blank sheet of paper from the clip on the podium, lit it up, laid it flat, and placed it in the air in front of him.

Then he flexed his fingers and flicked the paper.

The white paper seemed to be fixed by the surrounding space, motionless in mid-air.

It just made a dull 'poof' sound.

"Assume that this piece of white paper is a continent."

"We can call it the 'White Continent'...Don't laugh, for the ants, this continent is enough for them to spend a long time exploring and excavating."

The light laughter that had just sounded in the classroom quickly subsided.

Lao Yao narrowed his eyes, nodded in satisfaction, stuffed his black pipe into his mouth, and took a few puffs.

"The world has... Then we say that this world still lacks a little life."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, surrounding the white continent.

Turning over the pipe in his hand, shaking it, strands of black soot, a little bit of red sparks, and a few strands of golden-yellow, incompletely burnt tobacco fell down.

The soot fell on the white paper and turned into black ants.

Mars fell on the white paper and turned into red ants.

And those few strands of shredded tobacco, which were as thin as silk, turned into a few strange beasts with teeth and claws.

"Light curtain!" Lao Yao tapped on the blackboard.

The elves fluttered their wings and quickly tore off a translucent curtain, and the melodious chirping sound echoed in every corner of the classroom.

In the blink of an eye, the originally small white continent cast a huge and clear image on the curtain.

Everyone can clearly see those black and red ants, their trembling antennae and sharp fangs.

They hooked their front legs and danced happily in a circle.

Then a black ant is accidentally squeezed off the white continent by a dancing red ant.

After a while of struggling, it turned into fly ash again and landed on the classroom floor.

The dancing on the white continent came to an abrupt end.

"Good things are always short-lived." Lao Yao stood on the podium and said with emotion: "Wherever there is color, there will be disputes."

"From ancient times to the present, there is no exception."

The white continent slowly rotated.

With the help of the wide light curtain, everyone can clearly see that the ants of the two colors have gradually separated from each other, forming two distinct groups.

"War is the most direct way to resolve disputes."

Accompanied by these words, it seemed that in an instant, ants of two different colors began to bite.

Zhang Zhang, kick their legs, and charge at each other, bumping their shiny heads together.

Broken legs, broken contacts, and after only a few minutes, the overlapping corpses formed a zigzag mountain range, separating the two ants of different colors.

So this short, but cruel war came to an abrupt end.

There was a sigh of relief in the classroom.

"If there are only these ants on this continent, if these ants only have these abilities."

"Then even if we let them hit us after class, at most there will be some soot... It will have no effect on our lovely white continent."

Zheng Qing nodded approvingly.

He looked at the note in his hand, and then his eyes fell on the white world again, as if he had a feeling.