There's something wrong with me

Chapter 210: Zhang Feng Who Stirred Up the Era

Professor Lin is a big name in the math world of this province, and even published a paper here that sparked some discussion.

Zhang Feng had also heard of him; he was very capable, basically reaching the level of ‘Elementary Math · Great Achievement’, and could serve as a small reserve team for the Data Center.

“I had something to do this morning.”

Zhang Feng thought about him for a moment, then took out his notebook and placed it on the counselor's desk,

“I was researching these this morning.”

“What are these?” The counselor opened it curiously and read a few pages, but found he couldn't understand it at all.

Because even though he had a background in elementary math, he could only slightly understand some of the mathematical formulas inside.

But Superconducting and Z1 synthesis are related to materials science, energy science, and electrical engineering.

And even if related, it was a theoretical structure far beyond this era.

Compared to the era before the supernatural, the technology of the real world had a completely disjointed technological gap.

Plus, the counselor studied math.

So for the professional knowledge of these disciplines and element synthesis, this completely cross-disciplinary knowledge, he was utterly clueless.

It was comparable to how Earth humans of the past would suddenly see an alien spaceship in a sci-fi movie.

This was simply a new technology that was impossible to comprehend.

So, in the next second.

The counselor was very angry, completely looking like he was disappointed in someone who couldn't meet expectations, and also wanted to know why his good student Zhang Feng skipped class and why he took out these strange things?

Did something happen?

Don't tell me the study pressure was too much and he's gone crazy from studying.

If that were the case, it would be a great sin on his part.

But they were both men, and he was a teacher, so he really couldn't bring himself to ask in a gentle tone.

And it was precisely because of his demeanor and temper that the students in the class nicknamed him 'Baldy'.

“Teacher Chu, don't be angry.”

“Zhang Feng might have been feeling unwell somewhere, that's why he was delayed...”

At the same time, the other teachers, seeing the counselor was angry, also offered a few words of comfort.

As for good students like Zhang Feng, they had met him a few times and had a good impression.

Good students are popular everywhere.

And Zhang Feng, seeing the counselor was angry and then realizing he couldn't understand it at all, no longer had the thought of waiting for him to discover it himself in surprise, but instead stated plainly:

“Thank you for your concern, teachers, I am not sick.

The reason I didn't go to class this morning was that I was researching Superconducting and infinite energy technology in my dorm.”

Zhang Feng said, picked up a few notebooks from the desk, and gave them a slight shake,

“I've already written them all out.”

“You...” Originally, it would have been fine if Zhang Feng hadn't mentioned these things.

But at this moment, as Zhang Feng finished speaking.

After the counselor heard Zhang Feng's words, he couldn't contain his anger, and stood up with a swish,

“When did you also learn to lie?”

The counselor didn't believe it at all, even if he had seen it, he wouldn't believe it, because he couldn't understand it at all.

“Superconducting?” The other teachers in the office, upon hearing Zhang Feng talk about this so seriously, also looked over with surprised gazes.

“Student, let's not talk about whether you've researched Superconducting.” A teacher said with a smile, “First, tell us, what is Superconducting? What are its characteristics?

I saw the notes in your notebook, Superconductor at temperatures from minus 150 to 5000 degrees Celsius?

Do you think this joke is funny?”

“Diligent research is a good thing.” Another teacher suppressed his laughter and said calmly, “Being brave enough to practice and participate in solving world problems is also a very good thing.

But... don't bite off more than you can chew!”

“Teacher Li's words are not right.” Another older teacher said, “It's a good thing for students to have creative ideas, don't dampen their enthusiasm.”

The teachers in the office didn't believe that a mere student could research room-temperature Superconductor and infinite energy.

Moreover, when Zhang Feng opened the notebook and turned the pages at this moment.

They also looked at the notebook, and it was completely full of ‘scribbles’, just like a Taoist priest ‘performing rituals’ on TV.

Expecting these scribbles to research ‘super room-temperature’ Superconductor?

It would be better to say these are cultivation techniques that could allow them to cultivate and form Gold Core.

And Zhang Feng hadn't expected that there wasn't anyone in this room who knew their stuff.

Then, wanting to use them to contact senior professors or experts in the school, was basically impossible.

After all, science is very rigorous and serious.

When they couldn't even confirm it, they wouldn't rashly take Zhang Feng's notebook and give it to someone very authoritative in their field.

If it was correct, it would naturally be good.

If it was wrong, it would be extremely embarrassing, and could also be seen as insulting or offending someone.

Although they thought highly of Zhang Feng, they didn't want to bother their seniors with a theory of unknown truth for the sake of someone they thought highly of.

“I look forward to you researching Superconducting.”

But there was also a teacher who encouraged students to research.

Science progresses through positivity.

Including the teachers who had joked with Zhang Feng earlier, they were also encouraging Zhang Feng through their jokes.

However, some teachers shook their heads and chuckled, feeling that Zhang Feng might really have some mental issues.

Just to explain the reason for skipping class, he came up with talk of Superconducting and infinite energy.

Isn't this a joke?

“This student of yours is interesting.” Some teachers felt Zhang Feng was a talent and said to the counselor:

“Next time he skips class again, call him over, and I'll see if he can come up with a method for mass-producing Superconducting.”

“This is not possible at the moment.” Zhang Feng, hearing this teacher's question, answered truthfully,

“In terms of current technology and energy production, to achieve Superconducting, ordinary Z1 must first be laid, allowing the entire civilization to enter the solar energy era first.

Otherwise, the construction of global production lines and Factory upgrades alone could collapse all energy-related systems.

This is not alarmist talk, but an indisputable fact.”

“Good heavens...” A middle-aged teacher was taken aback upon hearing this, and then chuckled teasingly, “Students like to talk about national affairs loudly in the dorms, and we teachers all know this because we also came from student days.

But now your counselor is lecturing you, why are you still boasting in such a serious setting.

Zhang Feng, you are a good student, in the eyes of us teachers, you shouldn't be so rash.”

As he spoke, he also showed a look of concern,

“What exactly has happened to you recently? Is the study pressure too much?”

“Forget it.” Zhang Feng saw that everyone didn't understand, and also knew that this was the true ‘pulling seedlings to help them grow’.

“Counselor.”

Zhang Feng said, and looked at the still angry counselor, saying very seriously, “Can you please invite Professor Lin? These things I'm talking about are really not a joke.

Today I saw that the teachers were all very kind to me, and the school has also been gracious to me, so I truly want to bring some honor to our school and let the school report it on my behalf, instead of me personally.

If you want to talk about this grace, you can also consider it karma.”

“Ah, the more you talk, the more mysterious it gets.” The middle-aged teacher waved his hand, not wanting to persuade any further, and was even preparing to call the school doctor.

“Zhang Feng, what exactly is wrong with you?” The counselor was no longer angry now, but showed a rare look of concern, carefully observing Zhang Feng's eyes.

“Holy crap...” The roommate whispered in a low voice, feeling that Zhang Feng's current state was a bit ‘terrifying’.

Just imagine, a student saying with certainty and confidence that he had not only developed Superconducting but also infinite energy.

This is extremely unrealistic.

Even in slightly more rigorous TV dramas, they wouldn't dare to film it like this.

Zhang Feng's current subversive theory, like Einstein's theory of relativity, would absolutely be questioned in the early stages.

Even more serious than Mr. Einstein.

This is no less than saying, I alone can change the underlying structural logic of the entire civilization.

And Zhang Feng, seeing that a teacher had already started contacting the school doctor, took out his phone and dialed the police.

When everyone saw Zhang Feng making the call, they didn't react.

Zhang Feng heard the call connect and said directly, “I am Zhang Feng, a junior student at Hengsheng University.

Currently on the third floor of Teaching Building Number Four, facing south, the third office.

I have researched Superconducting and need technical protection and a channel for submission upwards.

I will be responsible for what I have said. Please dispatch officers immediately, or send relevant personnel for handover.”

Having said what needed to be said, Zhang Feng hung up.

Including afterwards, they would also make specific arrangements, so he didn't need to say more.

Of course, if they didn't believe him and said he was making a false report, as long as someone came, that would be fine.

What Zhang Feng wanted now was for official personnel to come over, and then conduct a more detailed face-to-face discussion.

However, the teachers and the roommate looked at Zhang Feng curiously,

“Who are you calling?”

“Zhang Feng, don't do anything foolish.”

In everyone's eyes now, Zhang Feng was becoming increasingly abnormal.

Zhang Feng didn't want to say anything, much less display his absolute strength of 100% overclocking.

Since he was going down the scientific route and entering the official channel, he had to conceal his own strength, lest his extraordinary strength make others wary of him.

Because his science could be explained as his many years of secret research.

But before his strength exceeded limits, revealing it would not benefit him much.

Furthermore, he did not want to establish cultivation here, because he wanted to vigorously promote technology and achieve a single specialization.

Thirty years of technological specialization could also be considered paving the way for the interstellar era in reality.

Especially since this world was heavy industry, and it also triggered the uncertain 'Planet Destruction Disaster'.

If he promoted everything now, allowing Earth's industry to reach a higher load, it would very likely accelerate the onset of the disaster.

The first priority now was to enter the upper levels early, then mobilize resources to find the source of the disaster.

Zhang Feng had already planned it.

Thus, regarding the confusion and worry of the teachers.

Zhang Feng chose to remain silent and waited for the information from the police side to see if they believed him.

If unnecessary, Zhang Feng also did not want to email all the major professors and experts, or start a live stream, letting the Superconducting technology leak out.

Although this was faster, there was too much uncertainty.

Because the research and production of Superconducting is very dangerous.

They were no less than unstable small nuclear power plants.

If there was no unified planning and supervision, and some people and institutions privately researched it, a major incident would definitely occur.

Especially since Zhang Feng wanted to directly produce a Superconducting material to show them, which would be more effective.

But the Laboratory conditions within the university did not have the capability to synthesize certain trace elements.

Zhang Feng remembered visiting some professors' research rooms; their equipment was at most national level, not world-class.

Superconducting and Z1 required the precise assistance of world-class instruments.

At the same time.

Inside the police station.

After the operator received Zhang Feng's call and heard about Superconducting research, she was somewhat uncertain.

After all, there were many false alarms usually.

Furthermore, scientific research and calling the police, they didn't seem related, right?

But thinking that the other party was a student, and might have encountered something during that time, which was why he said 'Superconducting' as a similar 'distress signal'.

Finally, she quickly and responsibly contacted nearby police officers, reported Zhang Feng's location, and reminded them that the caller might have encountered some problems, and if it was not absolutely necessary, please do not call back.

Thus.

In less than a few minutes, two police officers patrolling near the university arrived at the university gate.

They walked and observed, seeing no problems.

The guard did not stop them and let them in directly, but then immediately contacted the director.

And followed the police officers to the teaching building where Zhang Feng was.

At this time, only seven minutes had passed since Zhang Feng called the police.

At the same time.

As they were about to go upstairs to investigate.

In the third-floor corridor, Zhang Feng and his counselor came out.

Accompanying them was a kind-looking school doctor; she kept comforting Zhang Feng and asking him some daily routine questions.

"I like to peel oranges before eating them, I don't like eating them directly with the skin."

While answering such boring questions, Zhang Feng surveyed his surroundings.

When he saw the police preparing to come up from downstairs.

Zhang Feng also ignored the students going up and down the stairs and directly shouted downstairs:

"I am Zhang Feng, I called the police."

'Called the police?'

"What happened?"

"Zhang Feng? I know him, he studies very well..."

As Zhang Feng shouted, the students around him subconsciously slowed down and looked up at Zhang Feng on the upper floor.

Including the two police officers, who also looked up.

Zhang Feng said very clearly:

"Superconducting and energy technology, I have successfully analyzed it.

For better presentation, I need a top-tier Laboratory."

"Superconducting?" The two police officers were stunned. They didn't expect that the so-called 'distress signal' was actually a real research breakthrough?

If it was researched, why not submit it to relevant units? Why not report it to teachers and counselors?

"What? He researched Superconducting? Is he crazy?"

"Pfft... just him? Superconducting?"

"He must be joking, right?"

The other students found Zhang Feng's words very amusing.

Especially since Zhang Feng was accompanied by the school's psychiatric school doctor, which made it even more comical.

Many people looked at Zhang Feng, then whispered some things, and finally burst into laughter.

"Zhang Feng, stop messing around." The instructor felt embarrassed and slightly pulled Zhang Feng's clothes, telling him to stop talking.

Zhang Feng also knew that his 'super leap forward' was very abrupt and not as natural as steady progress, but he still said to the two police officers:

"Of course, I know I am too young and have no theoretical achievements, so you will not easily believe me, nor will you mobilize resources for me.

But you can first take my theory and specific manufacturing steps and find relevant people to confirm them.

However, it is best to find more authoritative top experts in materials science and related fields.

Because others..."

Zhang Feng looked at the students watching the spectacle upstairs and downstairs,

"I'm afraid that even if I list the formulas in their brains, they won't understand."

"He... he said we wouldn't understand?"

"Zhang Feng! Who do you think you are? Are you the only smart one in the class?"

Zhang Feng's straightforward honesty was like activating a full-map taunt.

At this moment, not only many students were in an uproar, but several teachers were also angry.

But if he didn't say it like this, he would have to waste half a day arguing back and forth.

Sometimes, people just cannot speak the truth. Although speaking the truth can get straight to the point faster, find the key issue sharply, and apply the right remedy, it will also truly offend people.

Of course, he could have also secretly told the two police officers.

But some students just mocked him, why should he tell them secretly?

Everyone is just an ordinary person now, the main principle is not to delay revenge overnight.

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he felt very relieved. This had nothing to do with childishness or immaturity.

Zhang Feng even scoffed at the notions of maturity, adults not holding grudges against petty people, and adults not bothering with children.

That was clearly moral blackmail.

Zhang Feng always felt that everyone was born equal.

If there was inequality, then adults should bully petty people, because petty people were small.

The big eating the small was even more natural and justified.

Therefore, as for Zhang Feng's character, he would seek revenge whenever there was enmity, regardless of age.

Even if he cultivated to become an immortal, if he encountered something like today, he would still seek revenge.

For a moment, Zhang Feng also felt his state of mind become clearer, knowing what it meant to follow his heart.

This realization let Zhang Feng know that after he entered the Nascent Soul stage again, his progress could directly increase by 6%.

Bullying troublesome kids was also a kind of life realization and life cultivation.

...

The two police officers finally left with Zhang Feng's notebook.

Because it concerned the major matter of Superconducting, a major matter for technological civilization, whether it was true or not, it had to be decided by their superiors.

Recalling classmate Zhang Feng's determined expression in the school, they were also unsure.

At noon.

As they handed these notebooks to the Captain, the Captain flipped through them, couldn't understand, and then gave them to a top student in the technical department.

The top student also couldn't understand, but felt that some of the chemical formulas inside were correct, so he gave them to the bureau's head and emphasized that some individual theories inside were correct.

When the bureau's head heard the bureau's top student say this, he also believed it.

The top student had previously published provincial-level papers on materials science.

Because of this, the bureau's head did not dare to underestimate these notebooks and carefully packed them in an evidence bag.

Afterwards, through official channels, this file bag was solemnly received by several provincial police officers and taken back to the provincial department.

Experts in the provincial department, after discussion in a hastily formed meeting, confirmed several experimental steps inside.

After that, they dared not experiment further, because the notebook was marked with words like 'extremely dangerous'.

Thus.

That night, people from the provincial department came to a key Laboratory in the province and handed the notebooks to several experts who had rushed over overnight.

Although cross-departmental procedures were slow, this technology was too outrageous, so the process was necessarily accelerated.

Finally, after supercomputer calculations, and with more and more world-class experts bringing their students here to join the heated debate.

At ten o'clock on the fifth day.

The conclusion was reached that Superconducting was highly likely to be true, and Z1 was also highly likely to be true.

As for the uncertainty, the theory was correct, but practical experiments were needed.

It was just the 'extremely dangerous' aspect inside that made them dare not experiment rashly.

They had previously known through simple structural analysis and chemical synthesis that this type of Superconducting material was a new type of fusion structure with very high energy.

If something went wrong, it would not be a minor matter.

As this news was reported with encryption.

This suburban Laboratory was quickly put under martial law, and the authorities officially intervened.

And in a world-class secret archive, Zhang Feng's personal information was sealed and stored, listed as one of the highest confidential items.