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“There was one time, however, when…”
A profound solemnity settled in Professor Yuan’s eyes.
“A vast, technologically-driven phantom realm suddenly descended, merging with the real world before anyone could even comprehend what was happening.”
“Gravitational acceleration—you’ve studied it, haven’t you? The g-value typically hovers around 9.8m/s².”
Huang Xiu nodded.
‘G = g/m, of course,’ Huang Xiu thought. ‘Even with my less-than-stellar grasp of physics, such a basic formula was ingrained.’
“But do you know?” Professor Yuan continued, his expression utterly placid as he delivered a revelation capable of shattering anyone’s understanding of reality. “In the past, the gravitational acceleration near the equator was exactly 10, a perfect integer.”
“Wait, you mean to say?”
Huang Xiu’s face was etched with disbelief. “That fusion actually altered the value of gravitational acceleration? How could that be? Wasn’t that a calculated constant?”
“Why not possible?” Professor Yuan’s voice deepened. “When a phantom realm merges with the real world, the illusory becomes tangible, and a portion of the tangible then becomes illusory, for the sum of all reality remains constant.”
“That particular merger didn’t just alter gravitational acceleration; it also changed the value of pi. The abrupt shifts in ‘g’ and ‘π’ nearly triggered the collapse of mathematics and physics, two foundational disciplines. Countless scientists, unable to cope, hanged themselves, with some even abandoning science entirely to delve into theology.”
“To mitigate the fallout from that fusion, we dedicated decades to altering textbooks and subtly reshaping humanity’s collective memory of the original values for ‘g’ and ‘π’,” Professor Yuan mused, a note of awe in his voice. “Even now, looking back, it truly was an extraordinary undertaking, especially considering the times.”
‘Falsifying every book on the planet and rewriting human memory… no matter how he looked at it, such a feat seemed utterly impossible!’
Even with the purported assistance of extraordinary abilities, quelling such widespread turmoil in mere decades suggested that the power and influence of these ‘Special Abilities Users’ far surpassed anything Huang Xiu had ever imagined.
“Also, all of you, eat! Stop staring at me; you’re making it seem like I’m hoarding all the food. Now I’m too embarrassed to eat,” Professor Yuan declared, tapping his bowl in mild exasperation.
‘Joking aside, how could he possibly think of eating now? His entire worldview had just shattered into a million pieces!’
Huang Xiu found it almost impossible to accept this as reality, yet Professor Yuan’s words rang with undeniable truth, and there was no conceivable reason for him to fabricate such a tale.
The sheer magnitude of the revelation left him dizzy and disoriented, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks.
Just then, Yue Zhengyang abruptly interjected, “Professor Yuan, you seem to be enjoying your meal immensely, but where is Yun Ning?”
A flicker of suspicion crossed his gaze.
“You didn’t forget him, did you?”
“How could I? Am I truly that sort of person?” Professor Yuan retorted, waving his chopsticks before nonchalantly spitting a thoroughly gnawed pig’s trotters bone onto the table.
‘No, you are precisely that sort of person, I know it all too well…’
Yue Zhengyang scrutinized Professor Yuan with a skeptical gaze, the unspoken meaning in his eyes abundantly clear.
“Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Yue, your expression is giving you away!” Professor Yuan chided, jabbing his chopsticks towards Yue Zhengyang.
“He himself claimed his daily task wasn’t yet complete and insisted on running all the way here.”
Professor Yuan then helped himself to another piece of pig’s trotters.
‘Running all the way here? From the bus station, or some other distant place? This senior student, Yun Ning, must be an athlete, then!’
‘Hmm, we wouldn’t get along.’
Huang Xiu silently shook his head. While his physical endurance was decent, his philosophy had always been to lie down whenever possible, sit if lying wasn’t an option, and never stand if he could sit.
He lived by the principles of high efficiency, energy conservation, and healthy ‘emission reduction.’
“Running all the way here!” Yue Zhengyang’s voice escalated by two full tones.
“You actually consented to such a reckless endeavor?” The gentle demeanor on the young man’s face was rapidly crumbling. “It’s a full eighty kilometers from Jinlin South Station to this very spot!”
“How long do you intend for him to run? Until tomorrow? The day after? Do you even realize how tight our schedule is?”
“Hold on!” Huang Xiu exclaimed, equally stunned by the revelation. “Eighty kilometers? On foot?”
‘A full marathon is only around 42 kilometers!’
‘Good heavens, is this truly a sports student? Or perhaps a vehicular student from Cybertron (TL Note: The home planet of the Transformers)?’
‘Does this senior, Yun Ning, typically prefer 92 or 95 octane gasoline?’
‘Or diesel?’
“Xiao Yue!”
Professor Yuan wiped his mouth. “Don’t get so worked up, Xiao Yue. You haven’t seen Xiao Ning in half a year, since you’ve been out on assignment, have you?”
“That boy’s transformation is far more significant than you could possibly imagine.”
“Hah, no matter how much he’s changed, does that mean he can run eighty kilometers?”
Yue Zhengyang let out two hollow chuckles, the implication unmistakable. “That’s practically running someone to death!”
“It’s simply nonsense!”
“Don’t fret, let me check.”
Professor Yuan leisurely pulled out his phone.
“It’s already two o’clock. He’s been running for an hour now, so he should be arriving any moment.”
Having said this, he suddenly turned his head towards a nearby window, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, equivalent to ‘speak of the devil’), isn’t he here now?”
Huang Xiu followed the man’s gaze downwards, having just been puzzled by the apparent emptiness of the alley below.
The very next moment, a young man materialized at the alley’s entrance.
The young man was drenched in sweat, his pure white short-sleeved shirt clinging to his chest and back as if it had been thoroughly soaked.
His neatly cut short hair framed a remarkably handsome face, exuding a vibrant, sunny disposition unique to his youthful years.
‘He’s a remarkably sharp and handsome young man,’ Huang Xiu mused, a pang of genuine envy stirring within him. As a self-proclaimed ‘otaku rat’ who habitually hid away, he couldn’t help but admire such individuals.
Unlike him, such people effortlessly drew the spotlight wherever they went.
However, his envy quickly gave way to a deeper curiosity about the true nature of this young man named Yun Ning.
To think he could cover eighty kilometers in a single hour!
‘That speed was enough to be on the highway!’
The young man, having apparently spotted Professor Yuan and Huang Xiu, smiled broadly and waved towards their second-story window.
“That’s Yun Ning,” Professor Yuan introduced. “He’s a year ahead of you, having joined Tiandu University last year during his second year of high school after passing the entrance examination.”
‘He must be… a Special Abilities User, then? Of course, how else could he possibly achieve a speed of eighty kilometers per hour!’
“Last year, he couldn’t even manage two kilometers,” Professor Yuan remarked, a nostalgic expression softening his features. “Of course, I’m not suggesting that simply becoming my student will enable you to train for a year and then run eighty kilometers.”
“Haha, after all, my constitution is robust; I’m not like those sickly physical education teachers.” He delivered the joke with a dry wit.
Huang Xiu offered a couple of polite, albeit awkward, chuckles.
‘Their school administration always believed that only robust health could enable students to study harder and relentlessly outcompete their peers.’
Consequently, even during the intense period of final exams, their physical education classes were almost never usurped by other teachers.
“Jokes aside,” Professor Yuan stated, his tone shifting. “What I mean is, if you become my student, I can help you better develop your extraordinary ability.”
Professor Yuan’s expression grew serious as he picked up a piece of pig’s trotters and placed it into Huang Xiu’s bowl.
“Consider this pig’s trotters,” he began. “An ordinary chef can only prepare it to an ordinary standard. However, only a truly exceptional chef can transform it into a dish that makes one’s mouth water.”
Huang Xiu: “…”
‘Your analogy, Professor, is absurdly strange! Did you perhaps pick it up from watching Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure?’
‘And what kind of pig’s trotters am I supposed to be?’
“So, the true potential of us Special Abilities Users can only be discerned by a connoisseur of braised pig’s trotters from Longjiang?” Huang Xiu ventured, his face contorted in a peculiar expression.
No sooner had he spoken than he realized his misstep, quickly clearing his throat twice. “No, what I meant was, Professor Yuan, Teacher Yue, I am truly grateful…”
Slam!
The door was abruptly shoved open, cutting Huang Xiu’s words short.