Jung brought back four or five plates from the buffet table, either large chicken legs or roasted whole lamb, plus large cups of ice cream and donuts sprinkled with icing. One person occupied half of the table.
Because there were so many people dining at the same time, several people had to share the table with Jung. They were all specially invited experts who had come from Europe, America and other places in the past two days, and they could also be regarded as comrades in the same trench.
There was an old lady with white hair at the same table who only ate some vegetable salad and bread. Seeing Jung eating and drinking so much, she couldn't help but remind her: "Young man, your weight is already over the standard. You need to control it."
Jung shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid. No matter how much I eat now, I can lose weight. The goal is to lose fifty kilograms in half a year. Don't you think your appetite has increased since you came here? Let's have some chicken drumsticks."
Pan-fried chicken legs, golden in appearance, charred skin and tender meat, fragrant and fragrant, will make people drool just by smelling it.
The old lady was slightly startled, looked at Jung's body and sighed: "Okay, maybe you are right. My appetite has indeed improved a lot these days, and my mental state is also good.
I have been dieting for many years due to certain diseases, and I have almost forgotten what meat tastes like. But the Holy Light really gave me some changes. Please give me a chicken leg, I decided to make an exception."
"I'm very happy." Jung pushed out his plate full of chicken drumsticks and asked in passing: "What is your major?"
"Medicine, neurosurgery." The old lady said.
Jung turned his head again and looked at the stranger on the other side of the table, "What about you?"
The stranger, who was in his fifties and had a rigid expression, was picking up a piece of pizza on the plate and casually responded: "Polymer material."
Jung asked another person. The answer he received was: "Optics, focusing on satellite observation."
The majors of the people in front of the dinner table were all very different, and they were basically completely incompatible with each other. One can only imagine how big the plan of 'Holy Light' was.
Jung sighed several times over this. He wanted to say something sexy but didn't know how to say it. He was a little worried but it didn't affect his appetite. After lunch, he felt sleepy and returned to the hotel suite and decided to take a nap.
At the same time, in the student dormitory not far from the hotel, dozens of study teams crowded into a limited space were facing the learning tasks assigned by their respective instructors with gloomy faces.
Zhou Qingfeng showed up at the hotel on time at this moment. He was well aware of the situation of students from all over the country. Some students came from national-level scientific research institutes, but their abilities were still messed up. Many incompetent people entered the system purely through connections.
‘Holy Light’ has selected a group of people with a positive learning attitude to join them. Their abilities are indeed not good, so naturally they have to rely on the president to push them.
Every day at two o'clock at noon and eight o'clock in the evening, the little fairies will come to provide some assistance to the specially appointed experts and students. The first is still the 'suggestion technique'.
Suggestion is useless at low levels. It can only hypnotize the caster into having a good sleep. But after high levels, there are a lot more things that can be 'suggested'.
For example, let specially hired experts keep confidentiality rules in mind to prevent them from accidentally leaking information.
Under the hint, the subject will also ignore some extraordinary phenomena, or become accustomed to the sudden ability.
The specially appointed experts and students who received the hint went back to their rooms to rest after lunch. Sophia came out to bless them with the 'Cunning of the Fox', temporarily improving their intelligence.
The link network accesses the thinking of experts and students, forming a semi-open ‘group chat’.
Thinkstorming begins.
Jung was in a half-dream state. He was obviously sleeping, but his thoughts were extremely clear, as if his soul had left his body. He closed his eyes tightly, but he could see himself standing in a classroom, with a dozen students in front of him staring at him.
With the blessing of the 'Cunning of the Fox', Jung's brain was running a hundred times faster than usual. The students in his team fired at him with questions starting from the simplest English words.
Normally, Jung would be too lazy to answer such a low-level question. But at this moment, as soon as he had a thought, dozens or hundreds of answers rushed out of his mind without using his words, and were directly instilled into the minds of the students.
Unlike the dead knowledge read by the arcane "Scholar's Touch", what is conveyed in "Thinkstorm" is living knowledge that can be directly used.
In an interactive teaching scenario, there is a positive feedback interaction between the instructor and the students. When one student asks a question, other students also learn.
Jung found that he couldn't help but feel the pleasure of being a good teacher. The seemingly dull student absorbed knowledge very efficiently, and many questions often scratched his itch.
When more than a dozen students join forces, they can draw inferences from one example and gain a comprehensive understanding.
In the high-speed information teaching, some basic knowledge was forgotten or even ignored by Jung himself. The teaching process is like "an old cow ruminating", it is sorting out and adjusting one's own knowledge system, which is also very rewarding.
Invigorating, exciting, and joyful, real learning always makes people happy.
In about ten minutes, hundreds of thousands of questions were asked within the team, and the language barrier was easily overcome. Communication between teachers and students became more convenient.
You don’t need to use your mouth to speak, you only need your brain to think. Even if one student’s thinking is incomplete, other students can add to it. Individuals become groups, and knowledge spreads rapidly.
There are dozens of specially appointed experts from the West in the hotel, corresponding to dozens of learning teams and nearly a thousand students. In the link network, the first ten minutes are internal learning discussions of small teams.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng opened the mental barrier between the teams, and experts and students from different disciplines came together to communicate with each other.
For example, let medical students understand some concepts of polymer materials, or let optical instructors teach some popular science knowledge to students studying mechanical transmissions, or vice versa.
Interdisciplinary content is disseminated within a large group, and everyone understands some developments outside their own system. This is very helpful for expanding their horizons.
When fifteen minutes are up, both teachers and students become mentally exhausted, and the link network is gradually disconnected. Zhou Qingfeng and the strange maids will take action to comfort everyone participating in the 'Think Storm' to ensure their physical and mental health.
For Jung, it was like participating in an exciting "Athens party". He acted as a transmitter and preached the knowledge he had mastered to the world.
Being able to say what I want to say freely has turned into a supreme enjoyment.
Jung originally planned to take a nap for half an hour. But when he woke up, he found that it was already dark, his stomach was empty, his intestines were ravenous, he felt uncomfortable with hunger, and he had a strong desire to eat.
He got up and hurried into the bathroom to deal with the metabolites. When Jung looked in the mirror, he found that he was a little different. But he was very hungry, so he changed his clothes and ran to the restaurant.
Instead of eating the Western buffet today, Jung decided to stop by the restaurant’s newly opened Turkish barbecue stall tonight to fill his stomach with the sizzling, oily and fragrant meat.
In front of the barbecue stall, the old medical lady whom I met at noon was holding a plate. When she saw Jung, she greeted him: "Young man, you seem to have lost a lot of weight."
Thin?
Jung touched the fat all over his body and found that the belt he usually placed in the largest space seemed to have shrunk. He was happy and surprised, and thought to himself: "The effect of the group's medicine is better than before.
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There was a scale in the restaurant, and Jung wanted to weigh himself, but found that his weight was still over two hundred kilograms. So he went to the bathroom again and looked in the mirror, and found that he...
Maybe, maybe, probably, seems, seems to have lost a little weight.
"Ah..., this is a good thing. I can finally eat freely without fear of gaining weight."