University life was different from high school. University life was more free, and the curriculum was more flexible. Students in the same class spent very little time together. Zhuo Bufan was only familiar with Fatso and Chen Junyang. As for the others, he didn't know a single one of them.
In the past half a month, Zhuo Bufan had been busy helping Zhang Xiaocui at the medical center. The only thing that made Zhuo Bufan depressed was that Zhang Xiaocui was trying to matchmake him and Zhang Huan, but she didn't say it out loud. He couldn't find a reason to reject her even if he wanted to. Moreover, he couldn't drag Zhang Huan out and tell her that he didn't like her. That would hurt her feelings.
"I've flipped through more than half of the university's library, but I still couldn't find any written records about the treasure map," said Zhuo Bufan with a frown.
Highland Barley University was known as the best university in Zhe Province, and it was one of the top ten universities in Chidragon. Although its library wasn't as impressive as Harvard's, it wasn't small either. The three libraries combined could accommodate tens of thousands of students.
Zhuo Bufan stood in front of the bookshelf and said with a wry smile, "If only I could cultivate my Divine Sense. Then I wouldn't have to read the books one by one like I am doing now. I could just use my Divine Sense to scan the books and know where the things I need to find are."
The bookshelf in front of him was filled with books covered in dust. They were all ancient essays published in the 70s and 80s. They looked dull and boring, and since there were very few students who studied ancient literature, it was normal that no one would read them. Therefore, these books were covered in dust.
Zhuo Bufan put the book in his hand back into the bookshelf and sighed. Suddenly, he looked to his side.
An old man with white hair and presbyopic glasses was standing next to him. He was flipping through a book with a tattered cover, and the words "Gu Loulan" could be vaguely seen on the cover.
"Professor Yu," said Zhuo Bufan politely.
This old man was the elective class he applied for. He had been researching literature all his life and dedicated all his time to academics. He was many times better than those teachers who only knew how to earn extra money by running training classes. Zhuo Bufan respected this kind of person.
"Oh." Yu Wenda pushed up the frame of his presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at him suspiciously. Zhuo Bufan blushed, which was rare for him. Although he respected the old professor, he had not been to the professor's classes many times. It was normal for the old professor not to know him.
Yu Wenda smiled and said, "You're Zhuo Bufan?"
Zhuo Bufan didn't expect him to remember him. Perhaps the scar on his face left a deep impression. He nodded and said, "Professor Yu, what are you looking at?"
"Just casually flipping through it. I've been investigating and researching Gu Loulan for the past few years, but unfortunately, there hasn't been any progress!" As Yu Wenda spoke, he shook his head and sighed. "Society is different now. There are fewer people who can calm down and do research. As a marketing manager, anything he does is more profitable than academics. Moreover, the country's funds can be used to develop technology, medicine, and real estate. It's better than us old men doing research."
Zhuo Bufan nodded in agreement. It was true that academic research had little impact on the progress of society. It was not as effective as building a skyscraper.
"But I still think it's better to do research. The birth and destruction of every civilization will always give people inspiration, lest they repeat the same mistakes." Zhuo Bufan suddenly said. In the cultivation universe, he had personally witnessed a supreme being destroy a planet in one move. It was all because the people on that planet had sent people to attack him for no reason.
Yu Wenda's originally cloudy eyes lit up. He smiled and said, "You're so young, and yet you have such an understanding. Not bad, not bad. It's true that academic research can't bring benefits to society and the country immediately, but its impact is long-term."
Zhuo Bufan didn't hear what he was talking about. In any case, he would have to leave Earth to cultivate in space. However, his gaze fell on Professor Yu's other hand. There was a broken page in that hand. The page was yellowed, but the words on it were exactly the same as the treasure map in Zhuo Bufan's hand.
"Professor Yu, what's that in your hand?"
"Oh, you mean this? My friend and I bought this from a Tomb Raider. I've been studying the words on it. It's so-so. " Yu Wenda glanced at the page in his hand and said with a smile, "But I've looked through many materials in the national library, and there's no record of this kind of words. It should be left behind by a very small tribe or race."
Zhuo Bufan thought about it seriously. Should he give the treasure map to Professor Yu for help?
After some hesitation, Zhuo Bufan finally made an average. His current investigation was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if Professor Yu knew the secret on it, it wouldn't matter. If Professor Yu wanted to give the treasure to the country, he could just stop him halfway.
"Professor Yu, actually, I have a piece of cloth with this kind of words on it. My grandmother found it outside, but I don't know what it is." Zhuo Bufan pretended to be confused and touched his nose.
Yu Wenda's eyes lit up like a light bulb, "Really? Hurry up and show it to me. I've used a lot of my connections and spent a lot of money to get this small piece of yellow paper. I've been studying it for three years. Do you really have it at home?"
"Yes, I do, but it's in my hometown. I'll have to go home after the National Day to get it." Zhuo Bufan didn't recklessly take it out. He still wanted to do some research over the next few days. It would be best if he could find it himself. The fewer people who knew about this secret, the better.
Yu Wenda muttered, "It's still in your hometown? Then hurry up and bring it back for me to see. Who knows, there might be a big discovery. When that time comes, you'll be the first to receive the credit." After that, Yu Wenda took out a white business card and handed it to Zhuo Bufan with both hands. "This is my phone number. You can call me when the time comes."
"Okay, Professor Yu." Zhuo Bufan nodded and glanced at the business card. There was only a phone number and a name. There was nothing else. Compared to those who would write titles like manager, supervisor, or director, Professor Yu was too low-key. After all, he was a professor. Even the school's leaders had to give him some face.
After saying goodbye to Professor Yu, Zhuo Bufan left the library and went straight back to class. Now that there was finally a clue about the treasure map, she hoped that she could solve the secret on it.
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