Although I have shortcomings in cultural classes today, I have never given up on myself because of the difficult learning process.
Haven't I been gritting my teeth and persisting?
As a soldier, my performance in my professional courses is worthy of my conscience.
As long as you let me board the ship, stand on the front line, and give me the opportunity to temper myself in actual combat, as long as I don't die, I have the confidence to quickly improve my abilities.
I, Zheng Feng, am not afraid of death. I also respect what instructor Ding Hu said. I also want to go to the front line like everyone else. I, Zheng Feng, am not ungrateful. I can watch others go through life and death on the front line while I am content to hide in a safe place.
People who enjoy life in the rear.
With such anger, Zheng Feng bet Ding Hu, who had been avoiding him, in the teachers' dormitory building three days later.
"Brother Hu, you have to give me an explanation."
Now ten years old, Zheng Feng has grown to 1.6 meters tall and has short, muscular hair.
His appearance still looks immature and a little childish, but his facial features are maturing day by day, and his outlines are slowly becoming clearer.
Ding Hu had already felt that Zheng Feng's appearance was somewhat "similar", but he did not dare to draw any conclusions due to the seriousness of the matter.
And he also reported his doubts to his superiors.
The superior's reply was very reminiscent of the Spring and Autumn Period. He only told him that the appearance of the sage Zheng Feng was not shocking and belonged to the general public.
Nowadays, there are trillions of people in the world. In the vast sea of people, it is not normal for two people to look similar or even identical.
Looking at all mankind, there are not even one million people who look like the sage Chen Feng, but there must be hundreds of thousands of them.
Therefore, his superiors told Ding Hu not to make a fuss and just work peacefully.
Ding Hu understood the truth, but he was a little embarrassed to be stared at angrily by Zheng Feng, who looked exactly like the sage, and Brother Hu was still a little embarrassed.
"Zheng Feng, listen to me. You have to believe in the strategic vision and decision-making ability of the superior leaders. They can receive more information than us, and they also have a huge think tank to advise them. Therefore, at some point, the decisions they make
The decision is difficult to understand from a personal point of view, but there must be a deep meaning behind it that is temporarily inconvenient to disclose.
For example, when I was sent here to teach, I was puzzled and couldn't figure it out. But now I'm doing pretty well, too? Don't worry, look, isn't this an explanation?
You are still young, only ten years old. If you work hard, you have a chance to complete these academic requirements that are not too demanding. Believe in yourself, you can do it!"
Zheng Feng almost gritted his teeth, "That's nonsense! I only know that some people are not very good in cultural classes, but don't they also graduate successfully?"
"Then everyone's situation is different!"
"I don't care, I refuse to accept this kind of order with insufficient reasons. I am not a little kid who doesn't know anything. I have studied the graduation status of past students of First Pioneer Academy and read a lot of files. I want to go
They are only engaged in the duties of ordinary combatants and do not require a bachelor's degree at all."
Seeing that Ding Hu was really unreliable, Zheng Feng became impatient. After saying a few words, he turned around and left.
Ding Hu also had a head as big as a bucket, and there was nothing he could do.
Ding Hu was restless for the next few days, always worried that Zheng Fengfeng would make big news.
But the strange thing is that Zheng Feng seemed to have thought about it all night and figured it out again.
He really picked up a lot of basic theoretical knowledge tutorials, and began to sort out his own small knowledge system from beginning to end, and re-enriched his scientific literacy.
Ding Hu suddenly felt very relieved and no longer worried too much.
Another half year passed, and Zheng Feng's comprehensive combat ability reached the upper end of B level, but he failed the cultural class as if it were a routine operation, and he still failed in large areas of blood.
Ding Hu checked Zheng Feng's scores more and found that the gap between the failed subjects and the passing line was wider than before. Only a few subjects' scores had significantly improved compared to the kindergarten level.
It focuses on traditional mechanical structure, basic energy transmission, material recycling, artificial intelligence core, detailed explanation of the intelligent operation mode of the main brain Fanxingzi, etc.
Brother Hu felt that this was not possible, and if he was partial to academic subjects in cultural classes, it would be basically impossible for Zheng Feng to obtain a bachelor's degree.
So, he came to Zheng Feng again for a heart-to-heart talk.
Zheng Feng said that he did this deliberately in order to cultivate some expertise in relatively sensitive fields, and then focus on these specialized subjects, adopt a point-to-point approach, and in turn lead other weak subjects to gradually follow suit.
Ding Hu thought about it for a while and found that the subjects in which Zheng Feng had made progress were all very important basic knowledge for combatants and equipment maintainers on ships. They were both practical and systematic, and they happened to fall within the scope of Zheng Feng's theoretical talent.
, then it would be easier to learn.
"This is not a bad idea."
Ding Hu expressed his praise for this.
Another two months passed, and the bad news came that Zheng Feng was missing.
This disappearance is very complete.
In just one hour, a large number of scanners of various types and new nano-detection robots searched the Sun 3 galaxy, but there was still no trace.
Brother Hu was hit hard by the news like a bolt from the blue.
He simply couldn't understand it.
It's already 3006 years ago. Even if a needle falls into space or falls into the orbit of a gravitational line, with all the advanced technologies currently available to humans, it can be found for you in minutes.
Ding Hu was not the only one who was stunned. The Sage Planning Committee, Genting Star Territory leadership, and the empire's leadership were all thrown into chaos at this moment.
The maintenance staff rushed into the simulated personality center of the mastermind Fanxing, who had not been seen for a long time, and made a request to Fanxing, hoping that Fanxing would take charge of the overall search, and analyze in the shortest time what method Zheng Feng might have taken and where he went, and implored Fanxing to
Remotely control countless detectors located in Lieyang 3 to search for traces of Zheng Feng on Planet 7 and nearby star areas.
Fanxing agreed, and after a few minutes, he spread his hands and expressed that he was helpless.
This is great.
Even the confidence of practitioners related to human detection technology, which has been continuously improved through dealing with compound-eyed people in the past few hundred years, has been destroyed.
At present, humans have neither been able to find the possible prism ship in the path of the curvature gravity line from the galactic center to the solar system, nor can they find the missing Zheng Feng.
This shows that Zheng Feng only used kindergarten-level knowledge to figure out a way to evade all human detection methods. It shows that the defensive intelligence system that humans have worked so hard to build has become ineffective.
Of course, what scholars are most afraid of is that Zheng Feng, who has never been heard from, will encounter something unexpected and cannot be rescued in time.
Another two months passed in a flurry of chaos, and Zheng Feng finally reappeared, but in his own home.
Ding Hu came to the door in shock and anger, wanting to ask him what he wanted to do.
Zheng Feng spread his hands and said very innocently that he hadn't gone anywhere in the past two months, he just stayed at home and used the overload operation learning device to cram in knowledge crazily.
At first, no one believed his lies.
But later Zheng Feng produced evidence.
In the video, he was lying flat on the learning device with his eyes closed tightly. Several energy transmission tubes were wrapped around his body like vines, and then artificial capillaries stretched out and connected to the veins in his intestines and stomach.
In addition, there are tens of thousands of nerve control lines densely connected to his body, linking his various nerve trunk lines.
"I have been in a hypnotic state for the past two months. I used a combination of "Song of the World" and "Morning Breeze" to play this frequency in my mind, giving myself a deceptive sense of speeding up the flow of time, and at the same time improving the
My concentration. To put it bluntly, I was dreaming and studying in the dream. Then, my physiological needs for eating, drinking and defecation were all solved through these devices. As for the regular hunger, I used neural deception to give it to me.
Covered.”
Ding Hu: "Are you crazy? Is it worth it? The purpose of those special courses you studied before was just to design this crazy book-gnawing set for yourself?"
"What's the chewing book set? My equipment has a name. It's called the cramming artifact. The artifact can improve my learning efficiency, that's awesome."
Ding Hu: "Uh..."
Zheng Feng: "If I don't think of a way, I'm afraid I won't be able to graduate with a bachelor's degree if I wait for a few more decades. People always have to push themselves, maybe it will happen. I feel very good, and now I am applying for the first-semester course in the first grade of elementary school.
Make-up exam.”
Zheng Feng happily went to make up the exam.
Ding Hu also received the accident analysis report from the Xianzhe Planning Committee.
A false alarm.
Zheng Feng indeed used his very shallow design concepts and related knowledge to create this "duck-filling artifact".
But he cleverly borrowed the auxiliary design function of Master Brain Fanxing, inputting only his personal needs and the general outline of the equipment. As for detailed things such as reliability verification and finishing, all the details were automatically completed by Master Brain Fanxing, and
Finally the finished product was produced.
As for his "disappearance", it was simply a mistake.
He really didn't go anywhere, but after completing the equipment, he started the trial run of the "Cramming Artifact" without reporting to anyone. As a result, the combination of "Song of the World" and "Morning Wind" played in his head was too effective.
It was so fierce that he was irreversibly addicted to it. He was not automatically awakened by the preset program until he completed the scheduled academic progress two months later.
Those sage planning committee and empire leaders who claimed to be smart were in the dark again, and they didn't even think of looking for people in Zheng Feng's own dormitory.
They only searched through Planet 7 and the Lieyang 3 system, but they only missed Zheng Feng's dormitory, interpreting the saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place to the extreme.
In addition, it is true that a nano-reconnaissance robot once entered Zheng Feng's room, but another incredible thing happened.
The human brain controls the robot in this way. The human brain is first connected to the intelligent repeater through the brainwave link, and then issues commands to the robot through the repeater. The repeater will also feed back the situation on the robot to the human being.
Brain. Each person's nanorobot usually has a specific thinking code to prevent different people's robots from mixing together and causing confusion in instructions.
But once these reconnaissance robots entered Zheng Feng's room, the encryption method of the thought code suddenly failed, and Zheng Feng unconsciously took over the underlying structure, and left with "empty hands".
Multiple factors combined have led to today's farce.
In short, the chaotic situation has ended, and once again the few remaining professional scholars of the Sage Project have given up on themselves.
There was no other reason. Someone had proposed implanting a thinking training chip into Zheng Feng to help him learn knowledge quickly. Later, this bad idea was rejected because most people agreed that this shortcut would suppress Zheng Feng's potential.
The result was good, no one else gave him a chip, so he had it done by himself using an older method.
This is hard to bear, and I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
After a series of arguments, scholars generally came to the following conclusions.
"Zheng Feng's 'duck-cramming tool' is not a shortcut in nature. His knowledge system still comes from active learning. It is just that with the assistance of enhanced control in the brain, he uses higher concentration and higher learning efficiency.
The so-called forced learning in dreams. In addition, look at Zheng Feng’s programming techniques. He uses neural deception to compress his daily sleep time to
It only takes five seconds, and the time spent on eating, drinking, and eating is saved. Therefore, he can complete the first semester of primary school courses in just two months that would have taken at least two years to complete. In a sense,
This may really be the most suitable reinforcement learning method for him, and it can try to make up for his innate defects that are highly similar to the human growth rhythm in the 21st century."
"Ah this!"
"So perverted!"
"I said, isn't he tired even after doing this?"
"Will he destroy his own spirit and suffer from schizophrenia?"
"That's right, even if there is a mark of destiny pact, normal adults can't bear it. Strictly speaking, he is not yet an adult."
There were voices of exclamation and fear in the conference room.
Someone suggested that Zheng Feng's attempt to commit suicide should be stopped and his duck-feeding artifact should be confiscated.
But some people pointed out that this was Zheng Feng's choice, and it was probably also the choice of the sage himself.
No matter what the sage wanted to do, he must have his reasons.
So Zheng Feng can definitely withstand the consumption of cramming artifacts.
"Everything must be the best arrangement of the sage. We should not interfere."
"Okay, let's compile the report and submit our ideas to Commander-in-Chief Zhou Donglai and the Empire Headquarters. We have been delayed in this meaningless project for too many years. It is time to liberate ourselves and go to other fields.
, other departments have really done something practical for mankind."
The 161-year-old Emmanuel Bertou, a famous historian, the current president of the Imperial Historical Institute, a leader in many disciplines such as history and philosophy in the history of nothingness, and the supreme member of the Philosopher Planning Committee, finally
Make the final decision and make the important decision.
From now on, the Sage Plan is officially suspended.
We gave up.
Our work has completely lost its meaning.
Zheng Feng walked out of the make-up exam room feeling refreshed and high-spirited.
It will definitely pass.
I took off.
People always have to learn to push themselves, otherwise they won't know their potential.
He calculated that if he continued like this, in a few more years, he might be able to complete the necessary studies before reaching adulthood at the age of eighteen.
He looked up at the artificial sky at the No. 7 Star Base, silently thinking, Wait for me.
At this moment, two high-ranking officers' shuttles landed in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.
Three people got off the two shuttles.
On one side are parents Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun, on the other side is Tang Tianxin.
About two weeks ago, Zheng Feng could not be found.
Zheng Yifeng and his wife, who had been fighting abroad, and Tang Tianxin asked for leave at the same time and rushed back to Planet 7.
Zheng Feng looked left and right, feeling complicated.
It seemed like we were in real trouble.
I scared my parents and sister back.
He shrunk his neck and no longer felt as complacent as before. He turned around and wanted to run away, returning to the mode of a child who got into trouble.
"Stop! You bastard brother! Can you trick me any more?"
Zheng Yifeng and his wife hesitated before they had time to express their stance, but Tang Tianxin rushed after them, already scolding them.
