Resurrection Empire

The old lecturer indeed didn't believe it, so he pulled out the handouts and carefully selected a few questions to ask.

"What are the three basic methods for the simple separation of molybdenum-copper ores?"

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"What are the five key elements in the preparation of Pure Tungsten Compound?"

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"The electric current of the Third Level electric eel and the current of Plasma Coil Maze Bug are respectively suitable for ionizing which types of metals?"

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Ren Zhong answered each question one by one.

After a long while, the old lecturer and the other students were all silent.

He was serious.

He truly understood it all.

The old lecturer gritted his teeth, turned to a self-created question he intentionally designed to screen for genius students, "For example, given a Phosphorus Yttrium Ore raw stone, with its elemental proportions given as... question, what raw materials and how much energy are needed for its perfect separation?"

Ren Zhong opened his tablet, spread out a draft, and began writing and drawing on it with his finger.

About three minutes later, he stopped his finger, having answered perfectly.

The old lecturer and the classmates were dumbfounded again.

The old lecturer's previous questions had all been rote memorization, but this one required the student to comprehensively integrate content from multiple lessons to find the right line of thought within a vast and complex system of knowledge.

So far, at Liao Yuan Science College, out of over six hundred students in the advanced training class, fewer than fifty could score full marks on this question after completing all coursework.

Only five could score full marks by around the fifth school day.

But what about Ren Zhong?

An hour?

"Ren, did you previously... have any exposure to related courses?"

The old lecturer asked.

Ren Zhong shook his head, "No."

He particularly emphasized, "It's just because I successfully hunted the Descending Demon Baby yesterday, getting a heap of mysterious Liquid Metal. Negotiations with Liao Yuan Resources fell apart over procurement. I figured, since this stuff is rare, it couldn't possibly be worth just that amount, so I might as well learn how to make use of it myself."

"Besides, my company is on track now, so I don't have to watch over it constantly, allowing me to come and learn something. Having more skills never hurts, right? I was worried it would be hard, but now it seems I was overthinking it. I should be able to learn."

After Ren Zhong finished speaking.

The whole room fell into dead silence.

Looking at the expressions of the old lecturer and other students, a familiar feeling gradually surfaced in Ren Zhong's heart.

He understood.

This is the same feeling.

I made a mistake again.

It's not others' intelligence that's the issue, the problem is with me.

A thought flashed like lightning in his mind.

He actually wanted to admit that he had spent nearly nine days in advance within the knowledge teaching system of the Wrist Watch space.

But that was in the previous timeline.

Last time, he started immersing himself in study on the afternoon of the 82nd day after killing the Descending Demon Baby, persisting until he fell in battle on the 90th day.

In this timeline, his learning experience in the mining and metallurgy industry was entirely blank.

Both his Wrist Watch operation records and browsing history were spotless, flawless.

He was still connected to the "Alien Ore disappearance incident." If it became known that he started researching mining and metallurgy before killing the Descending Demon Baby, the Telekinesis Master and "Net" would definitely descend on the spot, conducting a thorough investigation from inside out, leaving no one and nothing untouched.

So, he could only lie and claim he didn't study in advance.

That left no explanation other than that he was a genius, one of unprecedented talent.

The old lecturer left, dispirited, waving his hand absent-mindedly, sending Ren Zhong a file package, "Here are all the textbooks for a total of one hundred and eighty lessons, all meticulously crafted lecture notes by my colleagues at the college and myself."

"These one hundred and eighty lessons succinctly and systematically cover all the related content involved in being a Fourth Level mining engineer. Remember not to share them, or you'll face legal consequences. I suggest you study on your own. If you really have questions... never mind, I doubt you'll have any."

Ren Zhong stood up, bowing, "Thank you, teacher!"

"Don't thank me, you paid double the tuition. Farewell. I'm exhausted."

If Wen Lei were here right now, he would probably immediately bond with the similarly beleaguered old lecturer.

Wandering souls on this long distant journey, meeting need not require past acquaintance.

At noon, Ren Zhong, who hadn't been on a campus for many years, finally experienced the joy of having a meal with classmates once again.

The previously most enthusiastic coarse fellow, Wu, who seemed to be from the best family, hosted a table at a luxurious restaurant on campus for lunch.

In the 21st century, Ren Zhong disliked social gatherings, feeling they were a waste of time.