After the military training, formal study began.
Life at Xijing University is very fulfilling.
Among the two departments that Fang Yuan attended, they were very calm about his arrival. At most, they were slightly surprised at his age at first, but then they became indifferent.
According to the legend, beautiful women fall in love at first sight, and there are also jokes about the second generation coming to step on them. I didn't see any of them, but Fang Yuan was a little disappointed.
"That's right... Those who come to study here are all top students from all provinces. When a top student meets a top student, it's too late to fight. There are other things on his mind... As for social activities, they won't come to me... I'm too young... "
Fang Yuan was a little depressed, so he listened to the lectures and took notes honestly... During self-study every day, he went to his class again.
Professor He apparently had a strong enough relationship that he secured a dedicated classroom for the "Prodigy Class" to provide extra lessons for other prodigies with weak foundations.
Because he had verified the high school curriculum, Fang Yuan was one of the few who did not need tutoring. As soon as he entered the classroom, he immediately got some looks.
"Well... this is what a class should be like... otherwise it would be too boring..."
"Hi! Lin Xing!"
He sat down opposite Lin Xing, his classmate and roommate, and watched him fiddling with the electronic components in his hands: "Is high school history and geography difficult? Do you want me to give you extra classes?"
Lin Xing's face turned dark when he mentioned this.
Although he has strong hands-on ability, he is a typical example of high ability and low score. He has a headache just looking at cultural classes, let alone pure literature classes.
"Ha ha… "
Seeing his appearance, Fang Yuan felt his mood improved a lot.
At this time, I looked at Professor He Tianming on the podium with a sense of sympathy.
Sigh... The so-called prodigy, in some respects, is an out-and-out problem boy. It is really hard for him to be able to integrate dozens of problem boys in the class without causing any problems.
"Professor He!"
"It's classmate Fang Yuan, what's the matter?"
He Tianming had some white hair on his head, but he still managed to smile when he saw Fang Yuan.
Compared to other hardworking geniuses, this Fang Yuan was the one that made him worry the most.
"I feel that the current knowledge is still a bit shallow for me. I hope that more departments can be opened to audit... It is best to go directly to the laboratory to do research!"
Fang Yuan stated his request.
"puff!"
He Tianming was drinking tea when he almost choked: "The university courses are still superficial? Do you want to go directly to graduate school or Ph.D.?"
"if you can… "
Fang Yuan nodded.
"...I can't answer you for the time being. It's probably not possible to observe research in other professors' laboratories, but it's no problem to open other departments to observe research. I can also get you a specific library card, which can You can borrow all the materials and documents in the library without being restricted by return time or number of books!”
After thinking for a moment, He Tianming replied.
"That's okay, thank you teacher!"
Fang Yuan also knew that asking for assistant research now was a bit unqualified, and it would be nice to get these, so he bowed immediately.
"This kid..."
After he left, He Tianming stared at the tea cup for a long time, then took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the clouds on his glasses.
In terms of intelligence, the other party may be his biggest gain this time, and he is also very worry-free.
As soon as I entered college, a rigorous physical examination was indispensable, and no abnormalities were found.
Simply having a well-developed brain is a characteristic shared by many scientists, and it is nothing.
But for some reason, this student just gave him the feeling of being enveloped in a fog, unable to see through...
…
After finishing these things, Fang Yuan showed no interest in reviewing high school courses with a group of brats and left the classroom directly.
The morning breeze carries a fine chill, the mist has not dissipated, and the sun is rising, full of a sense of tranquility.
On the edge of the lake on campus, people exercising and walking can be seen everywhere, mostly young students in twos and threes, there are also a few gray-haired old professors, and perhaps nearby residents.
Looking at the old men and women wearing white practice uniforms, slowly dancing the long swords in their hands, blending with the surrounding morning light, like a beautiful landscape called "In the World".
"It's a pity... How long can this kind of time last?"
Fang Yuan clenched his fist.
At this time, he could clearly feel that his cultivation speed was accelerating.
"After hundreds of years of unparalleled communication between heaven and earth, will the concentration of spirit seeds increase to a peak again?"
Thinking silently in his heart, Fang Yuan found an open space and began to practice the guidance technique.
He had read Chen Bo's Five-Shaped Boxing and Qingnang Jing Complementary Theory before, which gave him some inspiration. At this time, the movements of the Guidance Technique became more gentle, vaguely, with a hint of crane spreading its wings, liger and tiger. The smell of sneaking away.
"Perhaps this set of guidance techniques can also be modified and called the Five Birds Guidance Technique... Practicing it can nourish qi and prolong life, which is much better than any gymnastics..."
Fang Yuan intended to guard his Dantian, and after a set of guidance techniques, he saw an old professor next to him, who seemed to have been watching him for a long time.
"This classmate... your guidance technique is very flavorful!"
Seeing Fang Yuan's eyes looking over, the old professor smiled and said, "Could it be that you are still from a martial arts family?"
"Haha... Professor Tian is joking. This is just an ordinary guidance technique. I read it in ancient books and practiced it casually..."
"Oh? You know me?"
Professor Tian was in his sixties, with very shiny silver hair and a rosy complexion. When he saw Fang Yuan, he felt a little familiar.
"Well, I once sat in on a few Chinese medicine courses taught by you, and I benefited a lot from it!"
Fang Yuan smiled.
"I see!"
Professor Tian nodded: "There are very few students who can focus on Chinese medicine now. Are you from He Tianming's genius class? Although He Xiaozi has a good heart, but letting a group of children come here, alas... it's really a bit of a stunt... "
The concept of traditional Chinese medicine favors nature and harmony, and has no good opinion of what He Tianming did.
But Professor Tian looked at Fang Yuan in a different light. Especially after asking a few questions, he felt like a confidant: "Classmate Fang Yuan, is your ancestor a family of traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Haha... I come from the Shanhai City Orphanage. These are all from reading and studying by myself!"
Fang Yuan touched his nose.
"That's it... I apologize... It's a pity that with your skills, you can be a graduate student. It's just the way of traditional Chinese medicine, which focuses on practice. If you don't sit in court for ten years, it's still difficult to master the skills of listening, hearing, asking and practicing... "
Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical science. Old doctors are always more popular than new doctors. There is no way around it.
Professor Tian walked a few steps and felt a little regretful: "It's a pity... the old man doesn't have any scientific research projects on hand, otherwise I would definitely ask you to be an assistant."
It seems that in this era, it is a tradition for university professors to compete for funding and graduate students to work as assistants for salary.
Seeing this, Fang Yuan thought silently in his heart, smiling and saying nothing.
Seeing that he was neither arrogant nor arrogant, Professor Tian's eyes brightened a bit, and he chatted for a few more words before leaving, deciding to pay close attention to this good prospect in the future, even if he was just an auditor.
"time to go!"
Fang Yuan walked around the small lake a few times, and soon, as expected, he saw Chen Bo with eyes as red as a rabbit.
Since being opened that night, this kid's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds. As long as he recuperates for a period of time, he will be able to break through the strength bottleneck 100% of the time.
Of course, the young man was so brave and fierce in fighting, how could he swallow his suffocation, and coupled with the worry about spreading the martial arts passed down from his family, he seemed to have determined that the murderer was on the university campus, squatting everywhere every day.
However, if Fang Yuan wanted to hide, even if he walked across from him, the red-eyed rabbit would not be able to recognize him, so his efforts would be in vain.
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"Junior, this pavilion will be yours from now on..."
In Bao Shen Temple, Sun Jian and Fang Yuan walked into a shop. They were full of envy in their words: "Now that China has developed, the cultural and entertainment market is also good. In the future, even if this shop is only used to collect rent, it will be able to make money day by day." A fight for gold…”
"Collecting rent is a bit wasteful, why not open a shop yourself and have fun!"
Fang Yuan stroked the glass counter with a smile on his face: "To be honest... I didn't expect that piece of mutton-fat jade to be so popular..."
Except for Maitreya Buddha, all the things I had picked up before were sold.
The silver coins and gold ingots were just ordinary, used as food expenses, but there was also a piece of mutton-fat jade, which was crystal clear, looked good, and was even an antique.
Antiques in prosperous times are gold in troubled times. The price of antiques at this time has naturally been rising. Even if he sells them in exchange for this store, Fang Yuan still feels a little loss.
It's just business, just do what you like.
After all, he still has the most valuable agarwood Maitreya in his hand.
"Opening a shop, an antique shop? The water here is very deep!"
Sun Jian felt that he could not understand this younger brother more and more.
"I went to the Archeology Department for several lectures, and my eyesight should be pretty good... And isn't there a treasure that will make the store special?"
Any antique store must have one or two genuine items to attract connoisseurs. In Fang Yuan's opinion, the Agarwood Maitreya is very suitable.
Moreover, he always felt that there was a mysterious aura on this wooden sculpture, and it might be used as bait to catch big fish.
"Senior, I would like to invite one or two people to look after the store. Do you have any ideas?"
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, how about finding a college student? There are still many work-study people in the capital."
Sun Jian said.
"Well, I'll give you thirty yuan a month, and I'll have Saturdays and Sundays off. The rest of the time, I'll just come for half a day... It's enough for two people!"
Fang Yuan waved his hand proudly.
"Tsk tsk... Even I am a little tempted by such a good condition. Don't worry, I will find two honest people for you."
Sun Jian nodded. Now the salary of a senior skilled worker in the factory is only this. Naturally, he has no worries about not being able to recruit people. This is a benefit to himself.