Watching Professor Ratio praise Sushang, Bai Luan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
If the students of First Truth University found out about this.
They would either immediately yell, "It's fake, I don't believe it! This is fake!"
Or they would start a crowdfunding campaign, preparing to bulk order this special concoction.
Managing to trick Professor Ratio into drinking one cup every day would allow them to happily and easily get through a class—what a beautiful fantasy that would be.
Unfortunately, this special drink required Reminiscence Material as an ingredient, meaning mass production was impossible.
Moreover... a professor who only knew how to praise students wouldn't be the real Ratio.
If you attended Dr. Ratio's class and didn't get scolded, wouldn't that mean you came for nothing?
This was an indispensable part of the First Truth University experience.
Even though Ratio was in his praising state, Sushang still fell asleep while standing up as she listened to the professor's lecture.
Hmm... As expected of a martial artist, her stance was incredibly stable.
An ordinary person wouldn't necessarily be able to maintain a standing posture while asleep.
While Sushang was dozing, Stelle named the special concoction and carefully documented its effects.
Then, she had a sudden idea and used reverse psychology to invite Ratio to drink another cup.
Ratio readily agreed.
Stelle spent some time mixing a new special concoction.
This drink was a bright orange-yellow, full and translucent in color, looking like freshly squeezed orange juice, and the rim of the cup was still garnished with a bright yellow lemon slice—it was clear she had a soft spot for this decoration.
Having drunk the special concoction, Ratio attempted to share all his knowledge with Sushang.
He was incredibly knowledgeable, knew many things, and could teach a lot, but Sushang focused on "receiving, neutralizing, and issuing"—she wouldn't learn, she wasn't interested, and she blocked out all the important knowledge points.
Finally, Ratio sighed:
"You won't learn this, you won't learn that... How about I teach you how to catch a lightsaber barehanded, how to make a Dream Tapper jump through a flaming hoop, and how to break a Starskiff with your chest?"
Bai Luan looked at Ratio in surprise.
Professor, you know how to do that too?
You said the fields I cover are too broad, but I think you're pretty complicated yourself, Professor.
Hearing this, Sushang's eyes lit up—if he was going to teach her that, then she wouldn't be sleepy anymore.
She nodded repeatedly:
"That sounds great, great! Those sound somewhat interesting."
Ratio couldn't help but shake his head:
"If you cause any trouble in the future... absolutely do not say I taught you."
Oh my Bodhi Patriarch!
Although this world didn't have "Journey to the West" Ratio saying that line was a wonderful coincidence.
This line was particularly effective on Bai Luan, who had read "Journey to the West" making him nearly burst out laughing.
"Let's call this special concoction 'One Point Higher, A Thousand People Eliminated'."
Stelle announced.
Sushang confidently replied:
"Even without learning, I can easily eliminate a thousand people."
Hmm... Sushang was indeed a robust woman.
"It's not 'a thousand people eliminated' in the physical sense..."
Ratio sighed helplessly.
"I told you that you should study physics."
At this moment, Bai Luan couldn't help but complain:
"No wonder you get along so well with Little Guizi... Your interests are so similar."
Sushang was stunned and looked at Bai Luan:
"You know Little Guizi? Who are you?"
"Hello, my name is Bai Luan."
Bai Luan... that name sounded somewhat familiar.
Sushang thought hard, and finally realized with a flash of understanding:
"You are that famous Teacher Yi Mu who brushed past Little Guizi, causing her to be filled with regret, beat her chest, and stamp her feet, and then gave her hope by saying you would look for her to be your tour guide next time you visited the Luofu, but have been completely silent ever since?"
Bai Luan and Ratio simultaneously fell silent.
Bai Luan's silence was due to his astonishment:
What kind of incredibly long and difficult sentence was that?
Ratio's silence, however, was due to surprise:
So you can speak in long, difficult sentences?
Sushang looked at their reactions and asked confusedly:
"Why are you two so surprised? Did I say something strange?"
Bai Luan shook his head and said:
"No, no, we just unexpectedly discovered your talent in other areas... Perhaps you could try learning rapid-fire recitation?"
Sushang waved her hands repeatedly:
"That requires memorizing so many things, I won't learn it, I won't learn it."
Bai Luan: ... He now personally understood how the Professor had felt just moments ago.
When Ratio saw this scene, the corner of his mouth curved upward slightly:
"It seems that even after teaching a student like Lars, you still find yourself at a loss when facing Sushang."
"Lars?"
Bai Luan was startled; he hadn't expected to hear his name here.
"What about him?"
"Didn't you know? His lecture at First Truth University was very successful. I watched the recording; it was a high-level lecture. You taught him well."
Bai Luan scratched his head:
"That's because he himself is outstanding. My help to him... actually wasn't that much. Look, the lecture is already over, and I'm only hearing about it from you now. Doesn't that look incompetent?"
Ratio shook his head in rebuttal:
"A teacher instructing a student is not about being by the student's side all the time to be considered responsible. After all, a teacher is a teacher, not a babysitter."
He paused, then continued:
"What you taught him—the academic attitude towards knowledge—is far more important than you being by his side constantly."
"Huh? Did I teach him that?"
Seeing Bai Luan's reaction, Ratio said no more, simply taking out his phone and finding a video recording.
He dragged the progress bar to the end, then handed the phone to Bai Luan.
Bai Luan glanced at the progress bar—it was over two hours long.
On the phone screen, Lars stood in front of a blackboard covered in complex formulas, his hands dusted with chalk powder.
He looked at the packed classroom; the long, high-intensity lecture had made his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Finally, I hope to conclude with words that have been passed down for a long time on the Space Station. These words have been inherited by generations of Old Novices."
Lars's voice echoed in the classroom.
"Although you might find the title 'Old Novices' somewhat ridiculous, in my eyes, it is a title worth striving for.
I hope that one day, I can openly say that I am one of them."
Finishing his introduction, Lars straightened his chest:
"Technology, no matter what kind of technology, must ultimately serve people. And we, no matter how great our achievements, are merely waiters.
The true merit can only be judged by those who are served. Only a genius is qualified to judge themselves; as waiters, we have no right to evaluate.
No matter how great the technology we believe we possess, it is only when we have helped the people we intended to help, and served the people we intended to serve, that we waiters—or scientists—can stand tall."
After saying this, Lars bowed to the entire audience.
He looked towards the camera, gave a relieved smile, and delivered the final line of the lecture:
"May this lecture serve as a tribute to Bai Luan, Stark, Conrad, and all the predecessors throughout history."
The video progress bar reached the end, and the phone screen went dark.
Using the reflection from the darkened phone screen, Bai Luan saw his own expression.
It was difficult for him to summarize his current feelings in one or two sentences.
Relief? Sadness? Joy?
Perhaps a mix of everything.
He put down the phone, smiled softly, and sighed emotionally:
"They still remembered..."
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