CHAPTER 540: CHAPTER 210: ZHANG FENG WHO USHERS IN A NEW ERA

Professor Lin is a big name in the province’s mathematics community and has published a paper here, sparking some reflections.

Zhang Feng had also heard of him, very impressive, almost reaching the level of ’Elementary Mathematics · Great Success’, enough to be a small reserve team for the data center.

"I had something to do this morning."

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

"I was researching these this morning."

"What are these?" The instructor opened it curiously and flipped through a few pages but found he couldn’t understand it at all.

Because although he was in elementary mathematics, he could slightly understand some of the mathematical formulas inside.

But superconductor and Z1 synthesis are related to materials science, energy science, and electric power science.

And even if they are related, they far exceed the theoretical structure of this era.

Compared to the extraordinary past, the technology of the real world is completely a very disjointed technological span.

Moreover, the instructor studied mathematics.

So for this professional knowledge of these disciplines and element synthesis, completely cross-domain knowledge, he was completely in the dark.

Comparable to humans on Earth before, suddenly seeing the alien spaceship in a sci-fi film.

This is simply new technology that cannot be understood.

So, in the next second.

The instructor was very angry, completely with an attitude of hating iron for not becoming steel, and also wanted to know why good student Zhang Feng skipped class, why he took out these strange things?

Did something happen?

Let alone, the pressure of studying is too great, has it damaged his brain?

If so, it would be a big sin.

But they are all men, and he is the teacher; he really couldn’t bring himself to inquire in a gentle tone.

And it’s exactly because of his personality and temper that the classmates nicknamed him ’Baldy.’

"Teacher Chu, don’t get angry."

"Little Feng might have been unwell somewhere, delaying him..."

Meanwhile, when the other teachers saw the instructor angry, they chimed in with a few consoling words.

They had met good student Zhang Feng a few times, and their impression was quite positive.

Good students are always popular wherever they go.

And when Zhang Feng saw the instructor’s anger and discovered he didn’t understand, he no longer retained the idea of waiting for him to discover on his own, and instead spoke honestly:

"Thank you, teachers, for your concern. I’m not ill.

The reason I didn’t attend class this morning was that I was researching superconductivity and infinite energy technology in my dormitory."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he picked up several notebooks on the desk and shook them slightly,

"I’ve already written them out."

"You..." It would have been better if Zhang Feng hadn’t mentioned these things.

But at this moment, as Zhang Feng finished speaking.

The instructor, upon hearing Zhang Feng’s words, couldn’t help his anger and stood up with a crash,

"When did you also learn to lie?"

The instructor 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.

"Superconductor?" The other teachers in the office also gave Zhang Feng surprised looks after he spoke about this matter seriously.

"Student, let’s not talk about whether you have researched superconductivity or not." One teacher said with a hint of laughter, "Just tell me, what is superconductivity? What are its characteristics?

I saw in your notebook, it mentions superconductors from negative 150 to 5000 degrees high temperature?

Do you find this joke funny?"

"Hard work in research is a good thing." Another teacher was holding back laughter and pretended to say calmly: "Having the courage to practice and participate in solving world problems is also a very good thing.

But... don’t aim too high!"

"That statement of Teacher Li is incorrect." Another older teacher said: "It is good for students to have novel ideas, don’t interfere with the students’ enthusiasm."

The teachers in the office didn’t believe a small student could research room temperature superconductors and infinite energy.

Moreover, as Zhang Feng opened the notebook and turned the pages at this time.

They also looked at the notebook, which was completely filled with ’scribbles,’ similar to a Daoist performing a ritual on television.

Relying on these scribbles to research the ’super room temperature’ superconductor?

It was better to say these are cultivation techniques that could enable them to cultivate into a Golden Core.

And Zhang Feng didn’t expect that there was no one in this room who appreciated the value of these.

Using them to contact senior professors or experts in the school was nearly impossible.

After all, science is rigorous and serious.

If they couldn’t verify it, rashly taking Zhang Feng’s notebooks to someone authoritative in their field.

It would be great if it was correct.

If wrong, then it would be utterly embarrassing, and even possibly seen as insulting or offending people.

Although they valued Zhang Feng, they didn’t want to disturb their seniors with an uncertain theory just for someone they valued.

"I expect you to research superconductivity."

But there was also a teacher who encouraged the student to research.

Science progresses through positivity.

Including those teachers who previously joked with Zhang Feng, they were also encouraging Zhang Feng amidst their jokes.

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

Just to explain the reason for skipping class, talk of superconductivity and infinite energy came out.

Isn’t this a joke?

"This student of yours is interesting." Some teachers thought Zhang Feng was talented and said to the instructor:

"Next time he skips class, call him over again, I want to see if he will tell us how to mass-produce superconductors."

"That’s not possible at the moment." Zhang Feng, hearing this teacher’s inquiry, truthfully admitted,