The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

Sitting in the third row quite far from the front, the black-haired young man with a notebook in his hand was distracted, and the brown-haired young man next to him was staring at him seriously, as if he wanted to see a big flower on his face.

Professor Lawrence lowered his head and looked at their names again.

【Da Mu Xuecheng, Ying An...】

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As the inheritor and pioneer of the relatively remote disciplines of today—carrying ethology and bionics, Professor Lawrence hasn't lost his composure for a long time.

However, at this time, he pulled off his tie, his lungs sucking air like a bellows, making the students below worry that he would fall down on the podium in the next moment.

"If the professor doesn't understand the essence of these 'carrying beasts' clearly, their behavior can indeed be observed, but the results brought about by bionics are estimated to gradually decline."

"A'an, it's almost enough." Da Muxuecheng tugged off the other party's sleeve and reminded: "It feels like the professor is going to pass out..."

He had never noticed that the classmate who was admitted at the same time as himself almost erased the meaning of the theory of "carrying animal bionics" created by Professor Lawrence with a series of questions.

The point is, he's really just asking the professor a question.

There was no sarcasm or malice, or even a question full of enthusiasm for knowledge.

This point can be felt even by the professor's most loyal supporter, Senior Takasugi.

"Why do you say that?" Professor Lawrence pushed away Takasugi who was about to step forward to help him, his eyes staring like polished bells.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Takasugi, who was closest to him, found that his mentor was not so much annoyed, but rather excited.

"Bearing beasts, people in remote areas are still used to calling them 'monsters'." Ying'an stood majestically, tapping his pen lightly on his desktop: "Actually, they It's pretty magical, isn't it?"

In this world, bionics is actually a discipline that has been passed down for a long time.

By definition, it is a discipline that studies the principles of how the structure and function of living organisms work, and invents new production tools and technologies based on these principles.

From a scientific point of view, this world full of exotic animals is simply a treasure trove of bionics.

Just take the Kanto area, and the adjacent Johto area as an example.

Swordsmen learned the profound meaning of Iai from the slashing of flying mantises, fighters learned kicking and boxing skills from Abby Lang and Savaran, and karate and wrestling were summed up from their family of wrist strength.

The few who have made progress in equipment are actually the hidden profession of ninja.

The claws they imitated from Nyura, the restraining nets they imitated from Alidos...

To sum up, the ancient bionics were mostly used in combat.

In modern times, with the further broadening of human cognition, people began to imitate further.

Pokémon, however, are truly magical.

For example, the attempt to manufacture high-speed aircraft by conducting bionic research on the contrast eagle (flying speed Mach [-]) has failed without exception.

"Gyarados is 6.5 meters tall and weighs 235 kg." Ying An reported a set of data: "When out of the water, depending on the individual, the water cannon they blast can last for two to four ten minutes. In minutes, the weight of these waters has exceeded their own mass."

He looked into Professor Lawrence's thoughtful eyes: "Professor, for this question, should we study the body of the Gyarados, how did it store such a large amount of water?"

"Hmph." Lawrence rearranged his appearance, and the expression on his face had obviously calmed down: "A question like this, even a three-year-old child in a remote place like Zhenxin Town can ask it."

"If you want to prove that you are not a noisy bird, but only parrots, please submit your ideas to me during this semester."

Lawrence took a deep look at him: "What kind of answer can you hand in?"

ps: I have always felt that it doesn’t make much sense to not be able to please my own works

Maybe writing according to the arrangement of the market can attract more readers and get more royalties.

But when I came to my heart, I knew that I lacked the ability to get angry

Secondly, can you really stick to writing a novel that you are not happy with?

Section 628 Chapter 13 Theoretical Basis

Professor Lawrence himself did not expect that he did not wait for a semester. On the contrary, he received a reply from the other party only two weeks later.

As a visiting professor of Yuhong University, Lawrence stayed at the private research institute in Fengji Town when he had no classes on weekdays. It was a small manor near the forest.

On this day, he was doing gardening work in his small yard, and when he was directing his good partner Flying Mantis to build up the bushes, he only heard a burst of tinkling sounds from high in the sky. It's like a copper can or iron can has been knocked over.

"Come down! Don't rummage, your snacks are not on it!" Professor Lawrence shouted towards the small building in that old voice.

Tweet!

There was another crackling sound, and a figure with a height of about 1.5 meters squeezed out of the window, with a few high feathers raised, flapping quite broad wings, and landed in front of Professor Lawrence. on the mailbox.

It was a bird, the fluff on its body was a bit messy, but the color was really soft, like a well-cared-for blanket.

When it fell, there was a throbbing in the throat, and Lawrence guessed that the canned supper he had hidden in the cupboard had suffered again.

This bidiao is a messenger provided by Yuhong University to a visiting professor.

He lit up the gardening scissors in his hand, "threatening" to trim the feathers of this greedy big bird, but Bi Diao's eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

Uncle Bidiao is the perennial racing champion of Yuhong University, can he be caught up by such an old man?

It snorted twice, and its expression looked very much like him. It lowered its head and tapped the post box tied to its leg with its beak.

Seeing this, Lawrence could only laugh and curse a few times. After untiing the letterbox, he waved his hand and let it fly back.

"Heh~ It's not light." Lawrence weighed the weight in his hand, put on his white coat, and put on his own pair of reading glasses again.

That kid Takasugi is very efficient. Last week he was asked to sort out the data on the number of carp kings in different ocean currents in Kanto so quickly.

He unscrewed the cover, knocked on the table twice, and a stack of rolled printing paper fell out.

"Well, isn't it Takasugi?"

On the letterhead that fell out was the word "homework" written by hand, but it was not the handwriting of his proud student.

Lawrence's gray eyebrows trembled, and he turned the document to the end, only to see two unexpected names.

"Hmph, is it really just mediocre mediocrity?"

Not only was Lawrence not happy, but he was somewhat disdainful. In his mind, how valuable could a college freshman's achievements in such a short period of time be?

However, although he is old-fashioned, he is somewhat obsessive-compulsive. He turned to the first page of the manuscript again. When he saw the title, his eyes suddenly changed, and his expression was not as natural as before.

His gaze was quickly attracted by the content above, and he scanned the document ten lines at a time, but the speed of flipping with his fingers became slower and slower. Sometimes, after falling into a state of hard thinking, he would turn to the front from time to time and continue to fall into meditation.

Before you know it, the setting sun withdraws its last gift.

He subconsciously turned on the desk lamp, and in the quiet study room, only the rattling sound of Lawrence flipping papers could be heard.

"Gone?"

Lawrence's eyes widened to the extreme, like a hungry tiger: "Bastard, how could it be gone?"

He quickly opened the letterbox, squinted his eyes and looked inside, but there was nothing in it that he wanted to see.

"You actually gave me half of the results?" Professor Lawrence felt as if he was blocked by something in his heart, and he was quite uneasy: "That's not right!"

"That kid is definitely finished!" From the perspective of an excellent researcher, he knows very well that if there is no specific result, the data in it cannot be so complete and specific.

Of course, the possibility of this guy fabricating falsehoods is not excluded, but for a scholar of his level, why is there any need to fabricate something that can be seen through at a glance?

That person was deliberately vague.

In the dim light, he thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't think of the reason why the other party did this.

His eyes lingered on the titles of the four manuscripts again.

"A Brief Discussion on the Mass-Energy Conversion in the Evolution Process of Carrying Beasts (Pokemon)"

Pokémon: Users of Nature's Energy

"Analysis of the influence of personality and emotion on Pokémon individuals"

Possibility of Classifying and Measuring Energy Attributes of Carrying Beasts (Pokémon)

Two of them were signed by Ying An, one was signed by Da Mu Xuecheng, and the other one had their names written on it, indicating that they had completed it together.

He seemed to remember.

Omu Xuecheng, the young man who entered the "Yuhong University" from Zhenxin Town, a remote village in the Kanto area, is said to have worked as a voluntary [Warcraft Observation] for a long time.

I am afraid that a considerable part of the evidence for these results was provided by Da Mu Xuecheng.

This is not something that can be accumulated overnight.

I really can't underestimate it...

Lawrence lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke rings inexplicably melancholy, and let them drift away.

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"There is still no reply today, Ann."

It has been three days since they handed over their results.

From being apprehensive at the beginning to being calm now, Omu Xuecheng feels that his mentality has changed greatly in the past few days.

According to his classmate, it's just that his skin has thickened.

After courageously submitting his ideas over the years with his classmates, he only felt the joy of accomplishing one thing in his heart.

As for whether he will be reprimanded by the professor or ridiculed by his classmates later, he doesn't care anymore.

"Since we didn't type back our manuscript, it's not a bad thing."

Ying An flipped through the book without raising his head.

The distribution of class affairs in Yuhong University is quite uneven, and there are only two classes in total today, and the rest of the time is for students to arrange themselves.

In fact, this is a special arrangement made to allow time for socializing and entertainment for those descendants of the aristocratic family.

But these arrangements do not exist for An and Da Muxuecheng.

Although Ying An is a distinguished guest of Shilufu's family, he has always been very homely and completely lacks interest in social entertainment. For him, this is not as interesting as finding a few more books.

As for Damu Xuecheng, as the first batch of civilian children to enter Yuhong University after the alliance was established, it is even less likely that his social circle will have any intersection with those young masters.

So, they are all idle.

"Did you get a new book again?" Damu jumped down from his upper bunk, intending to finish his unfinished painting, but found that Ying An was flipping through the book, with yellowed pages and no illustrations , like something nobody cares about at the bottom of a box.

"Yeah." Ying An picked up the cover: ""History of the Glory of the Great Clans of Guandu" is pretty good."