Hunting College

"...In the Austenite space-time theory system, with the Seggs mechanism as the starting point, within a certain space-time range, the strength of active individuals is inversely proportional to the lifespan of this space-time..."

"...The spells involved in this theorem include..."

"...In this part of the derivation, we can use a polynomial to approximate some of the complex functions through the Lee-Mac expansion..."

"...When the value of T is 0, we can get the Lauren formula with Palin term..."

"...Converge on this conclusion, and get an approximate H effective solution..."

"..."

Professor Yao stood on the podium waving his pipe and talking freely.

On the wall behind him, in the large blackboard, different colors of chalk are crisscrossed, enumerating densely packed formulas and derivations.

And these spells are still being extended and expanded with Lao Yao's explanation.

Everyone, including outstanding public-funded students and chief students, as well as senior sophomores and juniors, stared blankly at the blackboard, listening to the analysis and explanations that seemed like a book.

The classroom was quiet, and no one was screaming.

For fear of being named by Lao Yao and embarrassed in full view.

With strokes, Zheng Qing copied the handout from the blackboard on the title page of "Philosophy of Magic", and read it word by word with patience.

Read it again.

Repeat three times.

Then he felt Zhou Gong's call.

This is a powerful hypnotic spell. The young Gongsheng shook his head in pain, resisting the call that he couldn't refuse, and tried to tear open the eyelids that were sticking together again.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

For some reason, these words kept swirling in his mind.

So, he finally gave up on self-help, and jabbed the big doctor next to him with his pen: "Understand?"

As if it were a signal, the eyes of several students around were all focused for an instant.

"I feel the deep malice in this world... The origin of magic is repelling my prying eyes." Duan Xiaojian sighed deeply, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao in a flattering voice: "If there is still something in this darkness Then a beam of light, it must be you, our cutest Dr. Xiao Da!"

"Yeah." Xiao Xiao frowned and said cautiously: "I can understand every word that Lao Yao said..."

Several other people were immediately overjoyed.

"Leave it to you!" Duan Xiaojian happily stuffed a piece of panda smoke candy: "It smells like lilac, it is said to taste the taste of first love...Doctor, can you give us a simple tutoring after class..."

Without saying anything, Xiao Xiao put the candy into his pocket first, and then nodded vaguely.

But all this did not affect the judgment of young public-funded students.

"What then?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and continued poking, saying, "Every word can be understood... how about connecting together?"

"Don't talk... Lao Yao is here!" Xiao Xiao sat in a precarious manner, looked at the blackboard without squinting, and refused to answer Zheng Qing's question.

At the same time, a few clear coughs came from the podium.

A few boys who had a small meeting suddenly wilted.

After coughing, Lao Yao did not continue to analyze the difficult derivation on the blackboard, but knocked on the table with a pipe to re-arouse everyone's attention.

"I noticed that everyone is not very interested in the most fundamental content of our theory."

There was a slight voice of approval in the classroom.

But more people, including Zheng Qing, only supported Lao Yao's thesis with their eyes.

"It didn't surprise me at all." Old Yao shrugged, curled his mouth downwards, spreading his hands slightly in front of him: "Then let me use a more popular method to help you understand this theory."

"The same sentence: in a certain space-time range, the strength of active individuals is inversely proportional to the lifespan of this space-time."

"How to understand?"

"In layman's terms, in a small world, the stronger the active individual, the shorter the lifespan of this small world."

There was a neat ‘oh’ in the classroom.

Everyone's face showed a suddenly realized expression.

That said, I understand a lot... Masters are not good at this point, they always like to use very sloppy words to express the original content.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips and quickly wrote down Lao Yao's explanation in a red note beside the note.

"But you need to pay attention... The just mentioned is just a conclusion, and it does not improve your magic theory foundation, and will not help you when constructing a higher magical world view."

Old Yao shook his head, obviously not very satisfied with the students in this classroom.

"In the future study, you must figure out the source of this result... Now, I will use a more specific case to deepen your impression."

As he said, he pulled out a piece of white paper from the clip on the podium, lit it, spread it flat, and placed it in the air in front of him.

Then he fingered and flicked on the paper.

The white paper seemed to be fixed by the surrounding space, motionless in the air.

It just made a dull "puff puff" sound.

"Suppose, this piece of white paper is a continent."

"We can call it the ‘White Continent’... Don’t laugh. For the ants, this land is enough for them to spend a long time exploring."

The chuckle that just sounded in the classroom quickly faded.

Old Yao squinted, nodded in satisfaction, put his black pipe into his mouth, and took a few puffs.

"The world has...Then we say, this world still lacks a little life."

He expelled a puff of smoke, surrounding the white continent.

Turning over the pipe in his hand, shook it, and dropped strands of black soot, a little red spark, and a few golden, incompletely burnt tobacco.

The ashes fell on the white paper and turned into black ants.

Mars fell on the white paper and turned into red ants.

There are also those few silky tobacco, which have turned into a few strange animals with teeth and claws.

"Light curtain!" Old Yao knocked on the blackboard.

The elves shook their wings, quickly tore off a translucent curtain, and a pleasant sound echoed in every corner of the classroom.

In the blink of an eye, the originally small white continent cast a huge, clear image on the screen.

Everyone can clearly see the black and red ants, their trembling tentacles and sharp teeth.

They hooked their front legs and happily danced in a circle.

Then a black ant was accidentally squeezed off the white continent by a dancing red ant.

After a while of struggle, it turned into flying ash again and fell on the classroom floor.

The dance on the white continent stopped abruptly.

"Good things are always short-lived." Standing on the podium, Lao Yao said with emotion: "Where there are colors, there will be disputes."

"From ancient times to the present, there is no exception."

The white continent rotates slowly.

With the wide light curtain, everyone can clearly see that the two colors of ants have gradually broken away from contact, forming two distinct groups.

"War is the most direct way to resolve disputes~www.ltnovel.com~ With this sentence, it seems that in an instant, two different colors of ants bite.

Zhang pinched, kicked, and charged at each other, knocking the bright skulls together.

After only a few minutes, the stubborn legs and broken touches formed a winding mountain range, separating the two ants of different colors.

So this short but cruel war came to an abrupt end.

There was a breath of relief in the classroom.

"If this continent has only these ants, if these ants have only these capabilities."

"Then even if we let them hit us until the end of get out of class, they will at most drop some soot...It will have no effect on our lovely white continent."

Zheng Qing nodded in agreement.

He looked at the notes in his hand, and then his eyes fell on the white world again, seeming to feel something. 21046