"Name?"
"Holy!"
"… Age?"
"Holy!"
"Race …?"
"— Holy!!"
On the table in the laboratory, the steel Crow spread its wings and jumped excitedly. It responded to all of Huai Shi's questions like a repeater.
Until Huai Shi looked at the standard border mutant IQ test questionnaire with seven or eight pages left, he finally wisely chose to give up.
"Okay, I'll skip the intelligence test …"
He sighed, threw the test questionnaire to the corner, and rubbed his head.
It couldn't be helped. After the crows had evolved to V2.0, the situation had become strange after a major update. It was difficult to use common sense to predict the situation.
Even Huai Shi himself didn't know what code he wrote. If he wanted to figure out what it was, he had to check it from the beginning.
Although the questionnaire was useless, according to Huai Shi's experience, its intelligence had grown to the level of seven or eight years old. It was obvious that it had grown a lot from its previous stuttering to its current fluency.
It was a mature repeater.
It felt like a trip to hell was like a trip to the wholesale market. He didn't bring anything, but he bought more than a thousand repeaters.
What a loss!
While his heart was filled with mixed feelings, his fingers tapped the pen. Finally, the environment in the laboratory was changed. A giant wind tunnel equipment was temporarily deployed from the underground and rose in the laboratory.
"Okay, let's fly."
He reached out and lifted the mechanical Crow in his hand. It felt heavy, about forty to fifty kilograms. He almost couldn't carry it. If it piled on his body like before, Huai Shi felt that his bones would be fractured.
Parents who found that their children were too big to carry were probably as sad as Huai Shi was at this moment.
The door of the wind tunnel opened. Huai Shi reached out and threw the Crow in his hand into the cabin. With the operation of the equipment, a hurricane roared out, forming a constant airflow.
In the hurricane, the Crow skillfully spread its wings and flew up and down. There were even several spouts on its iron wings, which could be used for continuous micro-manipulation, allowing it to make all kinds of fancy movements in the wind tunnel.
Flying was its old profession.
It seemed that there was no problem.
Then, the maximum speed —
Huai Shi began to adjust the wind level. It didn't take long for the parameters on the display to get an effective result. After long-distance acceleration, the maximum speed was 240 meters per second.
But there was no way to maintain it for long.
The normal speed was about 90 meters per second, but the individual qualities of the Crow were different. Some were faster, some were fatter, and some were slower.
Taking the average was enough.
As for strength …
Huai Shi began to scratch his head.
— How to measure the Crow's strength?
In any case, Huai Shi's scalp tingled at the sight of those alloy claws. Ordinary steel plates could be torn apart with just two claws.
Crows now weighed about 30 kilograms and had a wingspan of two meters. They could be monsters in low-budget horror movies.
Based on the calculation of their weight and speed, the force of their dive was enough to tear through ordinary protective shields like paper. They could even cause effective damage to reinforced concrete structures.
The destructive power was not small at all.
But the problem was … the effect of force was mutual.
The Body of Steel was not like this. If it destroyed the opposite side, it could also be destroyed — even if the machine had a certain degree of self-recovery, beyond this degree, there was no way to self-repair.
Maintenance was Huai Shi's job.
After studying for a night, Huai Shi still didn't find anything new. When the sky outside brightened, he put down the records in his hand and went home for breakfast.
In the damp and cold morning air, the Ivory Tower had begun to show signs of activity.
In fact, this place was quite active 24 hours a day.
After all, they were all sublimators. All of them were immortal cultivators. Staying up for 48 hours was like playing. When it came to the graduation project, there were also fierce people who took drugs and didn't sleep for a month. Because of this, there were quite a number of people who got insomnia and went to recuperate …
Along the way, when the students who woke up early or went to bed late saw Huai Shi, they stood by the side very politely and nodded to greet him. Some of the bolder ones even wanted to come up and take photos, but they were all rejected by Huai Shi.
"Definitely next time, definitely next time."
After skillfully rejecting the requests of the female students to take photos with him, Huai Shi sped up and ran home.
He had suffered enough from the recent hustle and bustle of gossip. He didn't dare to fool around with the female benefactors outside. Since returning to the Ivory Tower, he had been in the classroom and at home every day. Other than that, he didn't go out of the door, like a lady from a wealthy family. He didn't dare to go out blindly.
"Young Master, welcome back."
Fang Shu popped his head out of the kitchen. "Miss Yuan and Mr. Lin will be here soon. You can start after breakfast."
"Okay."
Huai Shi yawned and collapsed on the sofa. He looked around and felt that something was missing. "Wait, where's Tongi?"
"Miss Tongi just went out. Seems like she's busy with something, but she made a reservation for tonight's dinner."
Huai Shi scratched his head and froze for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes widened in anger.
"Where did that wild woman go again?!" Huai Shi scolded angrily. "If she doesn't follow the curfew next time, I'll break her legs!"
His scolding made him feel satisfied as a master.
At this time, Fang Shu could only hold back his laughter in the kitchen and pretend that he didn't hear anything.
Unfortunately, even the omnipotent Beelzebub didn't dare to pop his head out and say, "Master, Tongi has been locked up in the basement by you for three years," so that Huai Shi could ask "if she regretted it."
Moreover, he felt that the black-hearted woman could still steal his money even if she was locked up in the basement …
This world was too dangerous.
After hurriedly eating breakfast, Huai Shi finally woke up a little.
After the two students came to his door, he began to check on their progress in the past two days.
Yuan Yuan's improvement was very gratifying. Her violin skills were improving very quickly. In just a few days, she had improved a lot.
Lin Shijiu's results were lagging behind. He wasn't good at "beheading" and hadn't learned Huai Shi's fancy decapitation yet. However, Huai Shi didn't have high expectations for him. If he wasn't good at fighting, it was fine as long as he didn't let others fight him. Even if he couldn't win, he had to be able to run away.
At most, he would hold a concert in a few days and give Little Nineteen some special lessons to train his survival skills.
However, when it was time to hand in the homework, Lin Nineteen winked and secretly handed over a notebook, indicating that he had learned everything written by the teacher. There were a few techniques that inspired him, and he wanted to see if there were any new ones for him …
It was as if the teacher and disciple were exchanging some esoteric books.
That was the draft version of "Beginner's Guide to Hell's Cooking Demon" that Huai Shi had taken some time to write.
He finally started to teach according to the students' aptitude.
For the Lin Family, they were born very sensitive to all kinds of negative auras and auras of disasters. They were suitable for alchemy, curses, and poisons.
Wasn't Lin Shijiu's cousin, Lin Yu, also an outstanding talent?
In any case, Huai Shi had seen clearly that the Abyss Cooking Demon was just a box that could fit any random thing inside. He might as well teach him the beginning and let him figure it out himself.
Instead of learning the good, Little Nineteen learned the bad things at a rapid pace.
If he couldn't destroy the enemy's heart, he would destroy the enemy's stomach. He liked this method too much.
Actually, he didn't need to be so sneaky, but there was no other way. Fang Shu wouldn't let him …
To the old man, Huai Shi was good at everything, but he really didn't like the things that Huai Shi was fiddling with at home. Every time he saw them, he would blow his beard and glare.
Huai Shi could only sneakily take Little Nineteen to class outside with Lin Shijiu.
The results weren't bad.
After a short period of research and practice, Lin Shijiu could already innovate and cook multicolored black porridge and multicolored white rice. Moreover, it seemed like he could adapt to his family's curses and innovate …
Presumably, in the next elimination round in a few years, it wouldn't be a problem to get a certificate from the Abyss Cooking Demon.
This also made Huai Shi relieved. After all, being a chef was the most stable job. With this skill, no matter how bad things were in the future, at least he wouldn't starve to death.
Yuan Yuan went to be a disaster musician, you went to be the Abyss Cooking Demon, and I went to be the Paradise Prince. We all have a bright future.
How good it sounded.
Check the progress, give guidance, and then assign homework.
After he was done, it was almost noon.
"Stay for lunch later." Huai Shi said, "I'm going to do a casting. Do you want to come over and take a look?"
Lin Shijiu nodded happily. After Yuan Yuan thought about it, she didn't say anything.
Looking at her vaguely dazed look, Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head and rub her hair, "It's useful to practice more, but at least you need to take a breather occasionally, right? In the afternoon, you can come and help me. Just treat it as voluntary labor. "
It seemed that the last time she was captured by the Ivy League was her fault for being too weak. Recently, she had been very focused on practicing the piano. According to her aunt last time, she hadn't been out for a long time, which was a little worrying.
Huai Shi didn't quite understand.
Wasn't it just being captured? Teacher was very happy to stay in the Ivy League's prison. Are you still worried about disgracing the school?
Besides, didn't he take care of you with good food and drinks? Why was it like a semester of class and then finding out that you didn't pass the exam?
It was easy to get into trouble if you worked too hard.
For a Buddhist salted fish like Huai Shi, the most important thing in life was to strike a balance between work and rest. If you can't even fish, what's the point of living?
He pinched his chin and began to think.
Should I go back and buy a few movie tickets and find an excuse to take Yuan Yuan out for a breather? It's not good to be bored at home.
But what was puzzling was that every time he thought about it, he always felt a faint premonition of death.
Life was really too difficult to understand.
.
In the afternoon, Huai Shi took the students to the alchemy equipment management center 'Taiyi Academy' on time.
The name was Taiyi Academy, but in fact, it had nothing to do with the Taiyi in Celestial genealogy, nor was it the Taiyi in the cartoon.
It was a term in alchemy.
Rising from hell, descending from heaven, in order to achieve the miracle of Taiyi.
The Taiyi here referred to the common origin of all things, and everything flowed from the supreme source. If one had to say something, there wasn't much creativity. For example, it was like the 'You Jian' restaurant and the Dragon Gate Inn.
At first glance, it was obvious that this name was casually given by Russell, and he didn't care at all.
In the final analysis, it was because his level was not good enough!
Huai Shi secretly criticized.
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