CHAPTER 539: CHAPTER 209: NEW WORLD [CHANGE] AND [REDEMPTION] (PART 3)

Even if one is immortal and slowly understands, gathering insights from around the world, it would take at least a hundred years.

But now, if I am fully optimized and have spiritual qi, it would only take ten years.

Moreover, Zhang Feng is pondering whether it is possible to directly form a Golden Core in a shorter time and with a lower constitution.

Nowadays, the minimum constitution for forming a Golden Core has already been calculated by Zhang Feng to be as low as 490.

This kind of ’optimization’ also made Zhang Feng realize that the Golden Core can be treated as a maturity level.

However, the lower the constitution, the harder it is.

After all, it is fundamentally a high-dimensional talisman.

It requires a certain underlying constitutional framework to support it.

Zhang Feng is now constantly optimizing the minimum framework and analyzing the Golden Core.

The topic of Three-in-One Primordial Qi is also being perfected within these considerations.

Because they are all related to the balance of ’essence, qi, and spirit’.

In the framework of ’forming a Golden Core early’, essence is the minimum personal constitution, qi is the minimum personal spiritual qi, spirit is the ultimate Golden Core.

Zhang Feng still enjoys drawing analogies and connecting issues together, so that when certain topics are being researched, it’s a simultaneous advancement of ’learning from others for self-improvement.’

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An hour has passed.

The table is full of empty food wrappers.

Zhang Feng is already overclocked at 100%, his constitution reaching 35.

In the absence of spiritual qi, he visualized and transformed it into spiritual thought, and with the support of his constitution, opened the second path, enabling him to multitask.

While distracted.

At this moment, Zhang Feng filled three notebooks, detailing both the superconductor theory and the Z1 theory.

He also included the detailed production process inside.

Buzz—

At the next moment, just as Zhang Feng was finished writing and was checking,

the phone on the table rang, it was a call from a roommate.

Zhang Feng didn’t answer, because in his memory, he was a relatively honest person, always quiet.

He decided to maintain his original persona in front of these roommates.

In normal life, once you graduate, everyone basically has their own circles.

Even if there are class reunions, they are most likely just bragging sessions.

Currently, I have even cracked the superconductivity theory, solving this global scientific conundrum in just one hour, there’s no time to attend class reunions.

If I were to attend a meeting, it would be the ’Global Assembly of the Earth’s Self-Saving Alliance’.

Yet, the phone kept ringing.

The roommate kept calling.

Seeing that he seemed to have something urgent, and remembering that he was still a student, Zhang Feng answered it.

After all, I still have to interact with the authorities, who will surely investigate my information eventually.

Such excessive behavior might lead to some bizarre speculations like ’have I been possessed by a future person or something.’

Otherwise, no normal explanation could cover why hours ago I was an ordinary person, yet hours later solved world puzzles in succession.

"Hello."

Zhang Feng answered, feeling that sometimes trying to logically interact with the authorities is actually a bit difficult.

Especially since now I’m only at 100% overclocking.

If I were to approach powerful forces with my current abilities, I would have to bet on the chance of revival.

"Zhang Feng, where are you?"

The roommate, oblivious to the fact that the once mute Zhang Feng had now solved a world problem, asked with a straightforward tone, "This morning, our tutor called roll, and you weren’t there.

We told them you were sick, but Baldy the tutor didn’t believe us.

Now I’m in the third-floor office of the teaching building, Baldy wants you to come over and explain why you missed class."

He then whispered, "Zhang Feng, no wonder you’re one of the top five in our class. I can tell that Baldy cares about you.

If it were us skipping class, Baldy would have been yelling over the phone already, not politely asking me to ’invite you’."

"Alright, I was researching this morning; I’ve finished writing the theory now, I’ll be on my way."

Zhang Feng didn’t say much, but thought maybe he could use the school as a medium to try to reach higher.

So, on the way, he brought his few notebooks with him.

There’s no problem giving the school the honors for superconductivity and Z1.

Because I’m alone, and I’ve received many scholarships and support from the school.

Plus, being somewhat of a top student, the tutor has been nice to me.

But if they don’t believe my superconductivity theory or anything, then just report it to the police.

This could be quickly connected up, but then the school wouldn’t get the credit.

Zhang Feng has a favorable impression of ’Baldy the Tutor’.

His math skills are decent, but he’s not very old, only in his early thirties.

In a few more years, learning a bit more, he could participate in and publish some research results, by his forties he might endure to become a university professor.

A professor in his forties is already very smart, reaching the ’intermediate mathematics’ level within texts.

While my data center’s minimum recruitment condition is ’intermediate’ along with having published world-class papers.

But people are incomparable; Baldy the Tutor is already quite intelligent.

However, as some students see it, he’s just a nuisance that meddles in everything.

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Going through the campus, arriving at the big office.

This was not a private office for university professors and school leaders, but like in middle schools, where many tutors are together.

Tap tap—

Zhang Feng knocked on the door, and hearing the ’come in’ from inside, he pushed the door and entered.

At first glance, this was an office for ten people.

Currently, eight teachers were there, including Baldy the Tutor, who sat on the left side.

Beside him stood a student, the roommate who had called him.

"Zhang Feng." The tutor, seeing Zhang Feng enter, focused on his expression.

After seeing that Zhang Feng didn’t seem pale or anything,

he relaxed internally, feeling relieved that it wasn’t due to illness.

But then, thinking of Zhang Feng’s unexcused absence, even without a single message, he was a bit irritated, saying:

"Zhang Feng! Do you know that Professor Lin is a renowned math expert in our province?

The school finally invited him to give a lecture to our class today.

How could you just skip it without any reason?"