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Chapter 76 Young Teacher
12 month 26 number.

Higher Education Park, Dongdu Library.

The bright and clean reading hall was almost full, and rustling sounds could be heard constantly.

Most of them are young people who are immersed in studying and writing.

There were also a few retired people wearing reading glasses, slowly flipping through books.

Fang Cheng picked up the thermos cup containing wolfberries and took a sip.

There was a pile of books and classics on the desk in front of him, most of which were thick tomes.

While drinking water, my eyes swept over the figures of those young people and my heart was slightly touched.

"There are still four days until the first round of the postgraduate entrance examination."

"Among them, there should be quite a few people who are on the same front as me, right?"

However, Fang Cheng had already prepared for the battle.

The main purpose of coming to the library this time is just to find some information.

The strange words and symbols on the postcard sent by the stranger have always been like a stone in my heart.

Fang Cheng had a bad feeling.

He came here early this morning and after the library opened, he spent time in the reading room.

In nearly five hours, I read through more than a dozen academic works covering languages and archaeology from various countries.

Compare and search among them to try to obtain useful clues.

But until now, I still have no clue.

It seems that those strange text symbols are just doodles by others.

While thinking, Fang Cheng vaguely felt a pair of eyes floating over and falling on his face.

So he looked up.

I saw a young woman sitting in the front right also looking up at me.

The woman had a pretty face, short hair that reached her shoulders, and wore a pair of black glasses with thin rims.

When our eyes met, she smiled slightly and nodded politely.

Fang Cheng remembered her.

I met her the last time I came to the library to study health care.

Today, she still sits in the same position.

He was holding a pen in his hand and there were a few books in front of him, and he seemed to be taking reading notes.

Fang Cheng had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the handwriting she wrote.

It seems like a college teacher who is preparing lessons.

Maybe it's because I was flipping through the pages too fast and disturbed her?

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng nodded and made an apology gesture.

In fact, with his current mental sensitivity, he can easily detect the negative emotions conveyed by the people around him.

It’s just that after using the concentration skill, I always consciously ignore the noise and interference from the outside world.

[Speed Reading Level 1 (196/250)]

[Focus lv1 (213/250)]

After taking a look at the progress of his skill growth, Fang Cheng finished drinking the water and stood up.

He piled up a dozen books on the table and held them in his arms.

Then he walked towards the bookshelf area not far away.

After all the books were returned to their places, he walked to another row of bookshelves next to it.

"Let's look for it again?"

Fang Cheng took out a foreign book and thought to himself.

If it really doesn't work.

Maybe you can go to colleges and find some real professionals and ask them for advice.

Or you can ask the administrator if he can help you borrow books from the ancient book area on the top floor.

Wow.

After opening the cover, Fang Cheng simply stood by the window and read the book in the sunshine.

The large double-sided wooden bookshelf is filled with various books and classics, blocking the view and exuding a special book fragrance.

Readers who were borrowing books passed by from time to time, and the atmosphere was leisurely and relaxed. Just as he lowered his head and concentrated on reading.

A faint scent, like that of jasmine perfume, suddenly wafted into my nose.

Then, a delicate and gentle voice was heard.

"Are you interested in linguistics?"

Fang Cheng was slightly surprised and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw the beautiful teacher wearing glasses standing in front of me, her eyes showing some interest.

"Excuse me."

She raised her hand to smooth the hair beside her ear and took the initiative to explain:
"I just saw that you borrowed a lot of foreign language books. It's really rare to learn several languages at the same time like you, so I'm a little curious."

Looking at the woman who regarded him as a "weirdo", Fang Cheng complained silently in his heart.

In fact, based on previous observations, this teacher is not much better.

The books she borrowed were also very diverse, including economics, politics, history, religion, folklore, archaeology, etc.

The range is so wide that one can't help but wonder whether she can really understand it all.

After a brief consideration, Fang Cheng answered her half-truthfully:

"My girlfriend sent me a postcard from abroad with some strange words on it. I really want to know what it means."

"Oh."

The beautiful teacher nodded suddenly, and then said:

"I have some research on language. If it's not private, you might as well show it to me."

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then took out the postcard from his pocket and handed it to her with some hope.

The beautiful teacher took it and examined it carefully.

After a long silence, she hesitantly opened her red lips and said:

"I have never seen this kind of writing before..."

Before Fang Cheng could feel disappointed, she continued:

"But one thing is certain: they are not simple symbols, but should be classified as words."

"why?"

Fang Cheng had previously suspected that these characters might just be doodles.

“Languages and characters all follow certain rules. Even if you don’t understand unfamiliar characters, you can still sense a vague connection between them.”

The beautiful teacher raised her bright eyes and looked at Fang Cheng:

"Because this is a talent that humans are born with, writing can not only convey superficial information, but also support advanced thinking activities, making it easier for humans to master a variety of different languages."

"Linguist Chomsky calls this innate skill the 'language acquisition device', comparing it to an organ inside the brain that stores certain regularities common to all human languages, namely 'universal grammar'."

Fang Cheng couldn't help but nodded when he heard this.

Thinking back carefully, when I first saw these characters, my first impression was that someone wanted to tell me something very special.

"Writing does not only belong to a country or a nation. An ethnic group or an industry can create its own writing system. This is the case with women's writing, Taoist talismans, and the inscriptions on cliffs that have yet to be deciphered."

“They seem to have no meaning, but they also have a lot of meaning, and they are used as a medium for certain groups to communicate with each other.”

"I recommend that you read some books on folklore. Perhaps you can find similarities and inspiration from some local traditional cultures."

The beautiful teacher spoke in an orderly manner.

Suddenly I remembered something, and added:
"By the way, during the New Year's Day holiday, the library will hold many science lectures."

"One of the lectures will be hosted by a world-renowned paleoanthropologist. You can go and listen. You may gain something unexpected."

Fang Cheng felt that the light in her eyes behind the lenses was unusually bright when she said this.

There seemed to be a flash of cunningness, but it disappeared in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask your name?"

Fang Cheng took the postcard back and thanked him politely.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Lin Chuqiao, and I'm a lecturer at Dongdu University."

The beautiful teacher straightened her chest proudly and extended her hand gracefully.

"My name is Fang Cheng, and I'm currently a sparring partner in a boxing gym."

Fang Cheng gently pinched her slender fingers and then let go.

I can feel the fullness and softness from her palms, just like the feeling her name and appearance give people.

(End of this chapter)