Back when he was in Chaotian, he could tell whether someone was telling the truth or lying at first glance.
He could do the same thing now.
It was because humans were humans.
It was easy to determine the result based on the speed of blood flow, the frequency of breathing, the length of breath, the pupils, the posture of the body, and the fluctuation of consciousness.
Zong Lizi lowered her head and started eating, as if she didn't care about these things.
Jing Jiu didn't move.
She lifted her head and shot him a glance, saying, "This is my food allowance for half a month. Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"
"It's not convenient," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi thought he meant that it was not convenient to wear the hat, so she said confusedly, "Take off the hat."
"It's even more inconvenient," said Jing Jiu.
Thinking of his face, Zong Lizi nodded and said, "Let's do it then."
If he exposed his face, the voices of countless infatuated girls would ring out in the canteen, and everybody would come over to see him. How could they eat then?
The discussions in the canteen were still going on at the tables, but they were all clearly heard by Jing Jiu.
The female students were talking about Zong Lizi's appearance and guessing the relationship between her and Jing Jiu, and then they started mocking her.
"Is your appearance not considered good-looking here?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi brought the steak in front of her and said, "I'm the most good-looking."
To say nothing of the New Era Institute, she was the most beautiful girl even in the upper echelons of society.
Her mother had said this when she was a child.
Her mother was also a famous beauty. If her mother hadn't suffered from a serious illness and failed to improve her genes, she wouldn't have married her father, a poor teacher, because she knew she couldn't live much longer and wanted to pursue love by burning her life force. Now that she thought of it, her father committed suicide because he loved her very much and felt hopeless after her death.
Zong Lizi thought of all this with a faint smile as she cut the steak with the knife and fork. The ceramic plates gave off an ear-piercing sound, and the remaining heat was instantly frozen.
The complaints and angry curses broke out in the surroundings. The female students who liked to make ear-piercing sounds carried their plates and went to a farther place.
Jing Jiu thought this child looked a bit like himself, but he couldn't understand why others would speak ill of him even though he was good-looking.
"I'm more handsome, but nobody will speak ill of me," Jing Jiu said to Zong Lizi, "Is there something wrong with your temperament?"
Zong Lizi slammed the knife and fork on the table forcefully and stared at Jing Jiu for a long while before saying, "The pretty flowers are easy to pick, and they are also easy to be envied."
The reason why nobody in Chaotian dared speak ill of Jing Jiu was not because he was beautiful, but because he was powerful.
He continued while looking at Zong Lizi, "As such, the flowers should have thorns."
There was a deeper meaning in these words.
Zong Lizi thought that Jing Jiu was an illegitimate son who had escaped from a higher clan; otherwise, she would have knelt down on the ground and asked him to be her Master.
Jing Jiu would not do anything to those who mocked her.
He wasn't good at those things.
There was no need for that.
Kill him with a single strike?
The crime was not worthy of death.
They were all children.
The most important thing was to keep a low profile.
He had never kept a low profile in Chaotian, and he was studying hard.
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After lunch, Zong Lizi went back to the teaching building, and Jing Jiu went to the library. There were many things in the database that he hadn't read yet.
What he didn't expect was that the library put up a maintenance notice and wouldn't be open in the afternoon.
Jing Jiu wanted to connect the database by himself, and he even wanted to go to the library on the upper floors to have a look, but he was worried that he would be discovered.
The battleship was still drifting in the space, leaving behind an annoying shadow through the blue sky and white clouds.
Standing on the high stone steps, Jing Jiu didn't know what to do next, so he decided to go home and watch TV.
As he walked past the patch of grass, a young girl suddenly blocked his way.
Jing Jiu remembered that she was the child who apologized to Zong Lizi with tears in her eyes; her name was Lu Shuiqian.
"Who are you?" asked Lu Shuiqian while looking at Jing Jiu with an alarmed expression.
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question, and kept on walking forward.
Lu Shuiqian didn't give up. She followed Jing Jiu in a jog, saying, "Lizi has never been to the canteen, and she has never been so close to a boy. Who are you?"
She grew more anxious when she didn't hear Jing Jiu's answer, and tears welled up in her eyes again. "Are you her boyfriend? You can't lie to her! You have no idea that she has to pass the fifth level to qualify as an exchange student. This is her last chance. She's only at the fourth level, so she should spend all her time on studying and Cultivation … "
Hearing these seemingly caring but actually inquiring words, Jing Jiu felt annoyed. "Do you have a death wish?" he asked, halting his steps.
Lu Shuiqian was taken aback. Sensing the cold intent exuding from the cap of Jing Jiu's tracksuit, she turned pale in fright and ran to a distant place.
Jing Jiu fixed his gaze on a spot on the grass, where a metal instrument was placed. It should be the testing instrument for grading mentioned on TV and in the books. Boom!!!
Boom!!! The explosive sounds kept on bursting out from the instrument.
A dozen young boys and girls were taking the test there.
The air waves came out, rolling up the debris.
The youth with the best result had exerted a force of several hundred kilograms.
The humans in this world could all practice the Cultivation, and they could stimulate the zhenqi in their bodies to a higher level after their genes were modified. If they were lucky enough to receive the blessing of the female priest, they would become the swordsmen in the starry sky.
In comparison to the mortals in Chaotian, the humans in this world were indeed much stronger, but they were still too weak compared to the ascendants in Chaotian.
The Cultivation of the Cultivation was based on the zhenqi, not the fairy energy.
That night when Zong Lizi asked him to read some books on Cultivation, he said that it was the end of Cultivation.
The fairy energy in this world was abundant, but they didn't know how to use it. They could only use the magic treasures to attack it; it was truly inferior.
Of course, it was also because the bodies of the humans in this world were too weak to practice the magic methods in Chaotian.
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Why were the bodies of the humans in this world so weak?
Jing Jiu jumped off the cliff by the edge of the grass and returned to his apartment building. Lying on a comfortable chair, he watched the boring TV and thought about this question.
He suddenly stood up and walked to the kitchen, picking up a dining knife and hacking at his arm. (Thinking of Yi Tianxing)
Crack!!! The dining knife was broken in half.
Next, he pressed his finger on his arm and pulled it gently.
A white mark appeared on the surface of his arm soundlessly and then gradually closed up.
Time.
The speed of light decreased.
Electrons.
Elementary particles.
A strong force.
Countless words appeared in his consciousness, and then he combined them together to come to a conclusion through deduction.
"As expected."
Jing Jiu took out the paper and looked at the two words he had written on it for a long time.
The words written on the paper were "Year and Robot".
These two words seemed to have nothing to do with each other, and they had nothing to do with the words he had thought of earlier.
Jing Jiu murmured to himself, "Ping Yong-ka … it turns out that you are an artificial intelligence."
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The next day, Jing Jiu went to the library of the New Era Institute again. He was prepared in advance this time. He was not as greedy as he was the day before. He excluded all the information before time and space, and focused on the information related to astronomy and the universe.
The data transmitted in this way wouldn't be too exaggerated. What he wanted to know most was the origin of this civilization and the truth of the Sea of Dark Matter, and then find the information related to Chaotian.
The Sea of Dark Matter. It was easy to associate this name with the dark matter.
Was it possible that the evil and deathly civilization belonged to the civilization of the dark matter?
The study of the dark matter in this world was still shallow, and the existence of the dark matter hadn't even been discovered yet.
What puzzled him more was that those monsters that looked like black dandelions without handles gave him a sense of familiarity.
Those monsters from the Sea of Dark Matter … Had he seen them somewhere before, but he had forgotten?
The difference in the speed of light was also a problem.
If the speed of time originated from the difference in the mass of the astronomical objects, Chaotian couldn't be in a black hole, but in a high-speed light region. Yet, he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried, unless he introduced a constant. However, history had proven that one would regret it if he introduced a constant carelessly.
Jing Jiu was thinking about all this while he was absorbing the knowledge in the database and calculating.
The only thing he was certain of was that this world and Chaotian had the same origin.
The two civilizations were not similar, but they were the same.
However, the two civilizations had been isolated from each other for a great many years, right in front of that bamboo chair.
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