Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In the next few days, Kraft seemed to return to his favorite life as a student.

Every morning when there is a slight salty mist, when the bell tower of the college not far away rings six times, I slowly get up from the bed.

Keep your fitness levels up with some off-the-grid morning workouts in the hotel's backyard with a two-handed sword. Although the future development direction is far from opening a scoop, it is still necessary to maintain a good level of health, at least to prevent sudden death.

After breaking out in a light sweat, almost half an hour has passed. At this time, you can go to the counter on the first floor of the hotel and order a grilled fish with bread to complete today's breakfast.

As a young man with a lot of exercise, Kraft usually had to consume double portions to fill himself up. This kind of appetite is often only experienced by alien souls when eating buffets.

After breakfast, he needs to go back to his room and change into the college's black robe, cover his sword with the hem, pin the lecturer's badge on the left collar, check the lesson plan he compiled last night, put it in his book and give it to the students at the college Attend class.

At this time, I will always miss the convenient and fast PPT. The alien soul was born in an era when electronic products were developing rapidly. When I was still young, I could still see large blackboards with blackboards. When I grew up, they were replaced by electronic whiteboards. By the time I got to college, only PPT was left in the classroom.

Most people, including himself, have long since lost the ability to write on vertical walls. Unexpectedly, I still have to hold lime blocks and write on painted wooden boards.

Fortunately, those who have practiced swordplay since childhood have good arm strength, otherwise the task of drawing pictures and explaining on the blackboard every day would be almost impossible.

Even so, he would feel a dull pain on the outside of his elbow joint after half a morning of class. That was a common symptom of teachers in his other world, especially math teachers who liked to write proofs on the blackboard. They would write on several blackboards in one class.

Now I think it's probably lateral epicondylitis of the humerus, commonly known as tennis elbow. With long-term elbow joint strain, if you don't pay attention, it will be a matter of time before you inherit the tradition.

Unlike the less hands-on lecturers in other colleges, Kraft couldn't adapt to explanations without pictures. Amid the fluttering lime powder, accompanied by coughs and sneezes, he reproduced one anatomical drawing after another on the paint board.

In order to mark the key points of identification, he needed to break and sharpen lime blocks before class so that he could write slender and clear handwriting.

The otherworldly soul part enjoys it, and he has rediscovered his meaning here.

As times changed, he lost the modern drugs that accounted for half of his books, and he only had a few techniques for reduction and physical examination, and the anesthesia, hemostasis and sterility required for surgery were out of the question.

The complex biochemical mechanism that he once recited all night is like a clown here, and he is a mobile phone with no battery. Even if he has thousands of skills, without the support of modern society, he can only be a brick.

Instead, it was the medical students who inspired him.

Kraft's well-prepared lectures were greatly welcomed by the students. The packed classroom was packed with people in black robes who came to listen to the lectures. Some of them even wore badges on their collars.

On the second day, someone took the initiative to bring a few new paint boards. They hoped that Kraft would change to another one when it was full, without erasing or rewriting, so as to give students who were not able to attend a learning opportunity.

The student, who was a little short, and his friend carried the paint board to the classroom and made the request in a rather embarrassed tone.

This was the first time that Kraft intuitively realized the value of everything he was doing, and he felt that he might really have a chance to push the medical cause further forward in the shackles of this era.

He readily accepted the request and announced to the entire class that any questions or suggestions could be raised at any time.

In this way, Kraft had an extra period of Q\u0026A time after his class. The students quickly mingled with this knowledgeable and easy-going lecturer.

In close contact, Kraft found that not many of them were close to him in age, but more of them were two or three years older than him, even almost thirty years old, and most of them were unmarried.

Most of them are from families of small businessmen and scholars, and some are from small aristocratic families in declining cities, and none of them are the eldest son.

In college, limited by the current level of medical care, medical school can be classified as a less popular choice. People with better conditions tend to choose theology or law as their direction, followed by colleges of literature and history.

There is no such thing as graduation rate or employment rate this year. Not to mention making money at the end of the semester, whether there is a final exam is still a question.

The course also highlights a casual nature. The exam is only the final assessment for bachelor's degree. If you can't pass it, you can continue studying until you pass it. Many students who are not so talented may have to spend most of their youth in the academy.

In view of the fact that the male-to-female ratio in all schools is currently difficult to describe, it is not unreasonable for the word "bachelor" to be associated with bachelors. Sweet campus love is not even a dream.

Oh, at this point, Kraft suddenly remembered that he had no experience in love, so he was completely unqualified to sympathize with them.

After the teaching, everyone happily went to the pub next to the college to have lunch, which was still the classic grilled fish with some lettuce, onions and beans.

What Professor Kalman said was true, the pub was extremely popular among students. The only drawback is that students from other colleges are also present, so everyone cannot talk freely about academic issues that may cause misunderstandings.

After lunch, Kraft would go to the professor's room for a nap. The lecturer does not have a special office in the college, but Lucius is happy to temporarily open the professor's territory to him, and at the same time do a simple check-up on Lucius here every day.

The result was naturally nothing unusual. After staying away from black liquid and related items, Lucius seemed to be less interested in conducting experiments, and he no longer mentioned black liquid frequently. I don't know if it was an illusion.

After a nap, Kraft would begin his daily copying routine.

The main content is professional knowledge that is temporarily useless. After thinking about it, Kraft decided to record everything he had learned on paper and seal it away.

Even if you don't see that day in your lifetime, you can still donate it to a university or other institution that has the ability to preserve it, and wait until the technical level develops enough to use it.

You can write many copies yourself, and some of them will always be preserved in history. By then, the world's medical development will be able to avoid many detours and sacrifice many people.

To this end, he embezzled part of the money his grandfather gave him to buy a house and purchased better quality paper and ink at his own expense.

Kraft gave up his favorite floral and Gothic styles, abandoned all embellishments and connected strokes, and began to copy word for word in the most rigid and clear font.

This is not an easy job. Although he can clearly recall every textbook he has studied, the localization work of translation still makes his progress worrying.

The purpose of this work is to convey information as accurately as possible to people many years from now. Some contemporary vocabulary with ambiguous semantics cannot be used intact, too many transliterations are not allowed, and word creation is required based on local vocabulary affixes.

All proper nouns must be explained when they first appear, but there are other proper nouns in the explanation, which leads to more concepts and references. This is also a huge torture for a person with a photographic memory and a brain upgrade.

However, Craft's skill in using Norse was not high, so he had to ask Lucius to borrow a professional dictionary from the School of Literature and History to teach himself the rules of word formation and eliminate spelling repetitions.

Then he discovered that this dictionary, which he had borrowed after many twists and turns and was said to be the most complete, had contradictions and errors in it.

The combination of various factors directly resulted in Kraft's progress being less than one-tenth of what he expected when he first started writing. He is still stuck in the first few chapters of "Systematic Anatomy" and "Local Anatomy" in his freshman year. .

This is because the content of his lesson preparation overlaps with the content of copying, which saves a lot of time, otherwise he would probably still be looking through the dictionary.

When he thought about the hundreds of millions of words of books waiting for him to translate and illustrate them word for word, this sense of collapse successfully defeated this man who had not yet eliminated the abnormal phenomenon.

When the clock struck two in the afternoon, Kraft got up from the table, took out a pen and paper and started transcribing today.

Manuscripts filled with handwriting were spread out to dry ink. Sunlight filtered through the window and onto the paper on the table. The shadow of the ink bottle shifted and lengthened over time. Occasionally, students' conversations could be heard outside.

He was immersed in his own world, and it seemed as if the time travel had never happened. The soul who was devoted to his studies was sitting in the classroom in the afternoon. In front of him were the notes he had just finished. If he accidentally wiped them with his hands, they would become mushy.

Writing made him feel selfless until the light dimmed and he woke up from this state. The bell tower had finished ringing for the sixth time in the afternoon.

Craft got up to pack his things, neatly stacked the results of the day, returned to the hotel alone with the book under his arm, ate cod soup and bread alone, and then returned to the room alone to light candles.

Spread out the poor quality brittle paper used for less important daily records, pressed from rough fibers that will snap like seaweed over time.

But it works just fine here. He had to write a lesson plan for tomorrow's class before he fell asleep, and sketched out the sketches on crisp paper.

After the last bell rings in the evening, in order to ensure energy for tomorrow, Kraft blows out the candles and ends his repetitive and fulfilling day.

That was good, Kraft lay on the bed, feeling peaceful for the first time in the dark. He is willing to spend his life like this, from lecturer to professor, if possible, become famous all over the world and pass down the book to future generations.

As for black liquid and abnormal phenomena, it is best not to touch them forever. Wouldn't it be nice to wait for Professor Kalman to come back and tell him to stay away from that thing so that he can help him edit his book?