Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 30: Nothing To Do Today

Chapter 30: Nothing To Do Today
In the next few days, Kraft seemed to be back in his favorite student life.

Every morning when the salty mist floated, when the bell tower of the college not far away rang six times, I slowly got up from the bed.

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

After sweating a little, 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 has to consume double the amount to fill himself up.This kind of good appetite is often only found in otherworldly souls when eating buffets.

After breakfast, he needs to go back to his room and change into the black robe of the college, cover the saber with the hem, pin the lecturer badge on the left collar, check the lesson plans that he sorted out last night, put them in the book and go to the college to give to the students Attend class.

At this time, I will always miss the convenient and fast PPT.Alien souls were born in the era of rapid development of electronic products. When they were young, they could still see large blackboard writings. When they grew up, they were replaced by electronic whiteboards. In college classrooms, only PPT remained.

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

Thanks to the good arm strength of those who have practiced swords since childhood, otherwise the task of drawing pictures on the blackboard every day would be almost impossible.

If so, he would also feel a dull pain on the outside of the elbow joint after half a morning of big classes.That is a common symptom of his teachers in another world, especially the math teachers who like to write proofs on the blackboard. They have to write on several blackboards in a class.

Now that I think about it, it is probably lateral epicondylitis, commonly known as tennis elbow.Under long-term elbow strain, if you don't pay attention, it will be a matter of inheriting the tradition sooner or later.

Unlike the less hands-on lecturers in other colleges, Kraft could not adapt to explanations without pictures.In the dusty lime powder, along with coughing and sneezing, he reproduced the anatomical drawings one after another on the lacquer board.

In order to mark the identification points, he needs to smash and sharpen lime blocks before class, so that he can write slender and clear fonts.

The part of the otherworldly soul never tires of it, and he rediscovers his own meaning here.

Times have changed, and he has lost the modern medicines that occupy half of the books, and the only methods left are manual reset and physical examination, and the anesthesia, hemostasis and asepsis required for surgery are out of the question.

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

Instead, it was the medical students who inspired him.

Kraft's well-prepared lectures were greatly welcomed by the students.The classroom, which was full of seats, was full of people in black robes who came here to attend the lectures, some even had badges pinned to their collars.

On the second day, someone took the initiative to bring a few new lacquer boards, hoping that Kraft would just replace one when it was full, instead of erasing and rewriting, so as to give students who were not able to attend a learning opportunity.

It was a short student, and he and his friend came to the classroom carrying the paint board, and made the request in a rather embarrassed tone.

For the first time, Kraft intuitively realized the value of everything he did, and felt that he might really have a chance to push the medical career forward in the shackles of this era.

He gladly accepted the request and announced to the entire class that any questions and suggestions were always available.

In this way, Kraft had an extra period of time for answering questions after his class.The students quickly mingled with this well-informed and easy-going lecturer.

In close contact, Kraft found that there were not many of them who were close to his own age, and most of them were two or three years older than him, or even almost 30 years old. Most of them were unmarried.

Most of them came from families of small merchants and scholars, and some of them came from small noble families in declining cities, and none of them were the eldest son.

In the academy, limited by the current medical level, the medical school can be included in the 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 and employment rate this year.Not to mention making a fortune at the end of the term, whether there is a final exam is a problem.

The course also highlights a casual nature. The exam is only the final assessment of a bachelor. If you fail to pass, continue to study until you pass it.Many students with not so good talents may have to spend most of their youth in the academy.

In view of the fact that the ratio of male to female in all schools is hard to describe, it is not unreasonable for the word "Bachelor" to be associated with bachelors. The sweet campus love is not even in a dream.

Oh, speaking of this, Kraft suddenly remembered that he had never been in love, so he had no right to sympathize with them.

After the teaching, everyone happily went to the tavern next to the college for lunch. It was still the classic grilled fish, served with some lettuce, onions and beans.

Professor Kalman is right, the tavern is extremely popular among students.The only fly in the ointment is that students from other colleges are also present, so everyone cannot speak freely about academic issues that may cause misunderstandings.

After lunch, Kraft would take a nap in the professor's room.The lecturer does not have a special office in the college, but Lucius is happy to temporarily open the professor's place to him, and at the same time, he will do a simple inspection for Lucius here every day.

The result was naturally nothing abnormal.After staying away from the black liquor and related items, Lucius seems to be less interested in conducting experiments, and he no longer mentions the black liquor frequently. I don't know if it's an illusion.

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

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

Even if I can't see that day in my lifetime, I can donate it to a university or other institution with the ability to preserve it, and wait until the technical level develops enough to use it.

You can write many copies by yourself, and some of them will always be preserved in history.By then, the world's medical development will have fewer detours and fewer sacrifices.

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

Kraft gave up his favorite curlicue and Gothic, discarded all embellishments and joint strokes, and began to copy word by word with the most rigid and clear font.

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

The purpose of this work is to convey the information as accurately as possible to people many years later. Some contemporary ambiguous words cannot be used intact, too much transliteration is not allowed, and words are required to be created based on local vocabulary affixes.

All proper nouns must be explained when they appear for the first time, but there are other proper nouns in the explanation, which pulls out more concepts and references.This is also a huge torture for a brain-upgraded person with a long-term memory.

However, Kraft was not very good at using Norse, 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 repetitions in spelling.

Then he discovered that the so-called most complete dictionary, borrowed after many twists and turns, contained contradictions and mistakes in itself.

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

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

And then thinking that there are hundreds of thousands of words in the book waiting for him to translate and match pictures word by word, this sense of collapse successfully defeated this man who had not even killed the abnormal phenomenon.

When the bell struck two o'clock in the afternoon, Kraft got up from the table, took out a pen and paper, and began to transcribe today.

The handwritten manuscript was spread out to dry the ink beside it. The sunlight passed through the window and sprinkled on the paper on the table. The shadow of the ink bottle moved and elongated with time, and there were occasional conversations of students outside.

He was immersed in his own world, as if time travel had never happened in a trance, and the soul dedicated to studies was sitting in the afternoon lecture room, in front of him were the notes he had just finished, and if he accidentally wiped them with his hands, they would become a paste.

Writing made him feel selfless, until the light was dim, and when he woke up from this state, the clock tower had completed its sixth ringing in the afternoon.

Kraft got up to pack his things, stacked the results of the day neatly, and returned to the hotel alone with the book between his hands, enjoyed the cod soup and bread alone, and then went back to the room to light the candles alone.

Spread out not-so-good-quality brittle paper, which is used for less important daily records, and is pressed with rough fibers, and if it is too long, it will snap like a wave of seaweed.

But it works just fine here.Before he gets sleepy, he has to write a lesson plan for tomorrow's class and draw a sketch on crisp paper.

After the last ringing of the bell in the evening, Kraft blew out the candles to ensure energy for the next day, ending his repetitive and fulfilling day.

That was all right, and Kraft lay on the bed, feeling at peace for a long time in the dark.He is willing to spend his life like that, from lecturer to professor, and if possible, he will be famous all over the world and pass on to future generations.

As for the black liquid and abnormal phenomena, it is best never to touch them.When Professor Kalman comes back, tell him to stay away from that thing, and it would be good to help me compile a book.

(End of this chapter)

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