Chapter 2541: Chapter 2536: Triple Loss

Tranquilizer.

Is there anything more suitable than this item to discipline restless students?

Even the length and texture are just right.

When faced with an unruly young person, Fu Qian did not just grab something randomly; he reached directly for an item he had chosen long ago.

The prerequisite for students to behave like students is that teachers behave like teachers.

The authority of teaching should not be defied, even if you’re writing about relativity, such an attitude is unforgivable.

"Ha..."

The fact proved the effectiveness; after a reprimand, the student had already learned a new articulation.

The throat softened somewhat, and the eyes appeared clearer.

"I’m asking you a question."

As a demon teacher, Fu Qian was not satisfied with just this and continued coldly.

Ugh—thud!

The other party’s reaction was slightly slow, and once again the bell staff knocked on the head.

"What..."

It’s undeniable how effective it is; even the language module seemed to begin recovering.

Thud!

Professor Fu’s sternness continued; this time, without speaking, he knocked again, with a bit more force.

Huff...

With added pressure, the subject’s breathing instantly became labored; from the sound, one could hear some kind of intense struggle.

Thud!

The response was the fourth strike of the bell staff.

"Notes...notes..."

The balance of self-struggle instantly tilted, and memory was restored.

...

Classical mechanics is indeed quite effective.

Earnest teaching finally bore fruit; facing the student who remembered the problem, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

Although it seemed like corporal punishment, isn’t it better than a blow to the head?

Given this fellow’s previous state, the description of a landmine fits well, ready to explode at any moment is not an exaggeration.

It might also explain why the client didn’t come to fetch the notes, even knowing where they might have been dropped.

The chains outside seemed intended to lock something dangerous, and the person in front might not be just mentally unstable.

So, what exactly is the problem?

Fu Qian did not rush nor did he actually search around, he just watched quietly the change in the "Thinker."

One must both assume the role and transcend the role.

Notes that record beginning and termination? Sounds quite interesting, worth a look.

However, what Fu Qian was more interested in was the prior question, namely, why did similar notes appear in both engravings of wisdom?

And then both were coincidentally lost.

As for the reason, on one hand, understanding this issue seemed to have a better chance of finding the notes.

Subjective initiative has its limits; a tranquilizer can only pacify the thinker slightly, it cannot produce memory.

On the other hand, in this spacetime in front of us, this issue reflects one’s absolute information advantage relative to anyone else.

If they really had any astounding theory, there are ways to extract it; an academic leader has this bit of confidence.

But the scope of an academic leader doesn’t end there; in Fu Qian’s view, these brains that delve diligently might come together to help sublimate into more intriguing conclusions.

"I don’t know...I don’t remember having notes."

As expected, the "Thinker" in front of him, after much pondering, admitted to making a common student’s mistake of forgetting the notes.

"Heh heh..."

Casually playing with the bell staff, Fu Qian let out a series of cold laughs, glancing towards the hourglass.

Ignoring the teacher, daydreaming in class, not taking notes...daring still to sit in the front row of the classroom.

"Why are you here then?"

...

An hourglass, but no sight of the falling point.

Fu Qian’s glance was not just to display the director’s demeanor.

To him, as long as the position and orientation of twelve hourglasses are known, he can easily determine the coordinates of the falling point.

However, there was no such sight there at that moment.

As mentioned earlier, compared to this scene, the place he had been before is a true ruin.

The position of the falling point is clearly beyond the underground platform, at the moment covered layer by layer by other things.

From this angle, you can see something resembling a prison cell at the top.

Indeed, wanting a large place like this to be entirely seating is too extravagant for such a research institution.

On the tiered audience seats, various strange arrangements could be seen.

Among them, the most numerous were some small cages.

Encircled by metal bars, just barely enough for a person to stand; some even had a seat resembling an electric chair, the scene abstract.

Legendary box seats?

"I remember...I seem to understand everything...The answer is here, I’ve been calculating all along."

Amid the commentary, the "Thinker" seemed to also recall the answer to the previous question, stirred with excitement once more.

IT has to be said that it does match the evaluator’s comment, truly an epiphany, yet the content of enlightenment—

Pop! Pop!

Within the heavy sound, the "Thinker" seemed to treat the head not as a creation of flesh and blood, apparently wanting to slap a thought crystal out of it.

Unfortunately, from the increasingly ferocious face, you could see the effect wasn’t great.

"Not taking means not writing."

Luckily, Professor Fu was well-versed in educational psychology, promptly hummed to give a classic saying.

"You might as well tell, how did you calculate?"

...

So is it another one? Approached the answer, yet lost it again.

It’s getting more bizarre, almost like an embodiment of a "knowledge curse."

While Xun guided patiently, Fu Qian did not need the "Thinker" to answer, he already reached an important conclusion.

Brain Jellyfish, Doorkeeper...even though the one in front had no notes, it was only a formality.

With a bit of thought, one could tell the essential consistency among the three.

Only this one seems to have a more miserable fate, not only forgetting the thought outcomes but even being imprisoned.

"How to calculate—you’re right, how did I calculate?"

Fu Qian empathized here, the "Thinker" did not fail the guidance, seemingly finding a lead, speaking faster.

"Hold on!"

Even in the midst of excitement, he rashly left the seat without permission, leaping an exaggerated distance.

Given the stiffness in movement, it had quite a resemblance to a zombie king.

Crack—

And abruptly opened the door of one of the cages, sitting on the only throne.

"It was here—"

And without waiting for Fu Qian who caught up to inquire, he emphasized directly, his tone steadfast.

"Is that so? How come I don’t see anything?"

Fu Qian squinted around, confirming it was still some distance from the falling point.

Hmm...

Snap!

These words successfully harvested silence again, and the "Thinker," after pondering for a few seconds, once again knocked on his head violently.

This time the force was evidently stronger, so much so that the skull was truly cracked open.

And the next moment he reached inside, grasped the revealed brain, and violently kneaded it.

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