Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 19 The electric light dancing in your palm is my new research direction!
"That's all for today's class. If you have any questions, you can email me."

When Wu Xun heard the bell for the end of get out of class, he didn't want to waste a moment and strode out of the classroom. Outside the classroom, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He had just arrived at the college and was teaching the course "Materials Technology and Equipment" taught by his former teacher.

The course itself is not difficult.

But after all, I was helping others to finish the work, so I had to keep up with the progress of the previous lecturer.

The problem is that the PPT courseware has been passed down for who knows how many generations, and some of the content is so old that it is almost obsolete.

It's hard to tell the details.

Fortunately, he was an expert in materials science and with the help of Baidu search, he was able to do the job.

Otherwise, he can only act as a human tape recorder and read the courseware according to the PPT to get the job done.

As a new teacher, Wu Xun is quite satisfied with his performance.

The lecture should be good.

I had just arrived and my class attracted a serious auditor.

This is the proof.

anyway.

That student is so big and strong.

He looks like a good candidate for the civil engineering project next door.

Wu Xun's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and he unknowingly walked to the elevator entrance of the office building and pressed the button for the sixth floor.

He walked into the elevator and suddenly found that a tail followed him into the elevator.

It was the auditor in the class.

Be enthusiastic about learning, study hard and ask questions.

it is good!
He put two labels on it in his heart, felt a touch of admiration, and tried to show a gentle smile: "My classmate, is there anything you don't understand?"

Zhang Mingdao bowed and went straight to the point: "Professor Wu, I read the paper you signed and would like to ask for your advice."

"You stated in your paper that a considerable low-field microwave absorption hysteresis effect was observed in copper-lead apatite samples, which was attributed to the transition between the superconducting Meissner phase and the vortex glass."

When Wu Xun first heard the name of his famous work, he took a deep breath.

broken!

It was actually directed at me!

The homework is done so carefully, there must be an ulterior motive!

Ordinary people always think that campus is an ivory tower.

But at his level, conflicts and entanglements of various interests are inevitable.

Maybe you haven't encountered it, but you must have heard of it.

With the help of the overseas research group, he was promoted to associate professor at Nankai University.

You never know if you might have offended someone or squeezed out a big boss's disciple, so you must be on guard!
He looked the visitor up and down warily, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man looked young.

If you are a graduate who is approaching your senior year, you are likely to want to continue your studies;
If they are middle-aged people entering society, they will either engage in business cooperation or go door-to-door to crack down on counterfeiting.

He had just entered the college and had little experience, so neither group of people wanted to have anything to do with him.

but.

The person in front of me is very young and seems to have just entered college.

That means the child is teachable!

Wu Xun's mind turned over and over again, and he squeezed out a trace of appreciation, thinking to himself: "I have just arrived in Nanbukai, and I should also pick up a few qualified people and establish my own research team."

but.

His appreciation is still flowing through the neurons in his cerebral cortex.

The other party's appreciation has been turned into words.

"Professor Wu, I appreciate your research ideas on room-temperature superconductivity, but the research direction does not quite match mine."

Zhang Mingdao said in a matter-of-fact tone: "I hope you can change the direction of your research, preferably to the superconductivity research on human bioelectricity." "Thank you for the compliment, do you want to - wait!"

Wu Xun subconsciously said something polite, but halfway through his words, he suddenly realized what Zhang Mingdao meant and was stunned for a moment.

What the hell?

I changed my research direction? What a joke!
He had only heard of students changing their research direction following their supervisors, but had never heard of supervisors changing their research direction following their students.

Who is the mentor after all?
Wu Xun put on his most serious expression and tried to chase the man away.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Don't judge people by their appearance!
A student who dares to ask his supervisor to change his research direction is definitely not an ordinary student.

Maybe he is a genius in some junior class and a high-end talent who joined the research group of a big shot early on!

Wu Xun couldn't help but think a little more, and asked carefully: "May I ask who you are?"

Zhang Mingdao introduced himself: "My name is Zhang Mingdao. I am currently studying at Changning No. 1 Middle School. I took a leave of absence last year."

Wu Xun asked in a gloomy tone: "Is the 'Changning No. 1 Middle School' you mentioned the alias of some research group in the United States?"

Zhang Mingdao shook his head: "Changning No. 1 High School is a high school in a county town in Xijiang Province."

"You guys didn't even get into college, and you asked me to change my research direction. I'll change you &*&!@￥#%!"

Wu Xun was so angry that he was talking nonsense in his heart. He took a long breath and said in cold official language: "Office area, no unauthorized persons are allowed to enter."

At this time.

The elevator reached the sixth floor and sounded a warning.

Wu Xun walked out of the elevator quickly, not wanting to say another word.

however.

The high school student behind him still had no intention of giving up. He followed closely like a dog-skin plaster and asked, "You have a separate office, is it 602?"

Wu Xun turned his head and glared: "If you don't leave, I'll call security!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person in front of him stretched out a big hand and locked his neck.

There was a tremendous force coming from behind.

The field of vision seemed to be quickly wiped across by a brush.

The scene in the corridor suddenly changed to the house number 602.

He was like a light plastic bag, picked up by the man with one hand and dragged into the office.

Zhang Mingdao closed the door skillfully, pressed the anti-lock button on the door handle, and said with satisfaction: "Good place, there is no surveillance here."

Wu Xun felt unwell!
Fortunately, this person is a man. If it was a female student, without surveillance, she would not be able to explain herself even if she spoke a hundred times.

"Bah! What was I thinking!"

His mind was in a mess, but he could clearly feel the difference in power between the two of them, and his voice softened:
"It's a new office, so there aren't many valuables. The principal's office is in the No. 2 Administrative Building, which is luxuriously decorated. The calligraphy and paintings there must be valuable!"

"You are so young, don't go down the path of crime."

"If you really want to rob someone, it's best to pick a rich person as your first target. It's more auspicious to get off to a good start..."

Zhang Mingdao glared at him with dissatisfaction, and Wu Xun's crying stopped immediately.

"I want you to study this stuff!"

Zhang Mingdao stated his purpose.

He bent his right elbow slightly and held out his hand, palm facing up.

The air suddenly became distorted.

A blinding black lightning flashed from the palm of his hand.

The lightning leaped and spread from the palm of his hand to the entire hand, illuminating the dim room as bright as day.

Wu Xun had no distractions at all. He rested his hands on the desk and stared at the lightning in Zhang Mingdao's palm.

(End of this chapter)