The silver ring-shaped experiment table spread outwards with the giant mecha in the middle of the classroom as its centre. From afar, it looked like ripples in water. This was the thousand-person classroom of the Interstellar's number one university, Amro. Once the students inserted their identity cards, a half-meter tall screen would light up in front of the experiment table. From afar, it was a spectacular sight.
As usual, the classroom was already full twenty minutes before class started. The only difference today was that the classroom was a little noisy — many students were discussing the upcoming Mecha Basic Theory class. Although the name of the class had the word "basic", everyone knew that this class, which had been personally planned and written by the Imperial Mecha Research Institute's Dean Duan, had nothing to do with the word "basic".
Even at Amro University, the Mecha Basic Theory class maintained a high failure rate of 45% every year. It was no exaggeration to say that this class was a huge hurdle that every mecha designer had to cross in life.
"Why hasn't the system shown who will be our substitute this year …" A student said as he tapped on the screen to confirm again. When he found that the column for the Mecha Basic Theory class was still blank, he suddenly raised his head and asked his companion in an exaggerated manner, "Could it be that no one dares to take it this year?"
He wasn't speaking blindly. After the Imperial Mecha Research Institute's Dean Duan had developed the new mecha, the mecha industry in the Interstellar had ushered in a complete revolution. Even now, although there were teaching materials written by the Dean himself, even the top scientists of the Research Institute found it difficult to figure it out on their own, much less explain it to the students.
Out of respect for the Interstellar's number one university, Amro had lowered the difficulty of the class, but the exams were still not easy to fool. Over time, this class became a hot potato. Every year, a different teacher would take over.
"What's wrong?" Another student slumped over the table in despair. "Then what am I going to do …"
Just as everyone was chatting heatedly, the mecha in the centre of the classroom suddenly disappeared, and a large screen appeared in its place — it turned out that the one in the classroom just now was not a real mecha, but just a holographic projection simulated by the screen. After seeing the screen, the classroom immediately fell silent. Everyone's gaze turned to the center of the ring-shaped classroom.
"Notice: Basic Mecha Theory Class will begin in ten minutes. Please pay attention to class discipline. First, no loud noises or loud noises … "The screen was actually used to emphasize class discipline? The students below were speechless.
But before anyone could start complaining, someone exclaimed, "Look at the window!" It was only then that they realized that the thirty-meter-tall floor-to-ceiling window of the classroom was densely packed with military hovercars.
What the hell is going on? All the security guards on Planet Duguang were gathered here, right?
Noticing the scene outside the window, the classroom immediately quieted down. Although they were studying the hardcore of mecha design, they were still students after all. After seeing the group of fully armed special forces soldiers outside the window, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous. It was also at this time that the light screen in front of everyone showed the sign that the class had begun.
The Mech reappeared in the middle of the classroom.
A few seconds later, the metal floor beside the mech opened up to reveal a small hover device. The floor below the lecture area was the teacher's resting area. Although they were already used to teachers appearing here, for some reason, today's scene seemed especially ritualistic in the eyes of the students ….
The hover device flashed twice before the hatch finally opened. A man in a white shirt walked out. Based on visual inspection, his height should be between 1.8 and 1.85 meters. His skin was slightly pale. As for his appearance ….
"Duan … Professor Duan?"
"… Duan Heng … Ye?"
Who would've thought that Amro would actually invite the dean of the Mecha Research Institute, Duan Hengye himself! Now the students finally understood why the system had suddenly emphasized discipline ….
To be able to enroll in the mecha design major, who didn't have a great yearning and love for mechas?
In other words, everyone in this classroom was Professor Duan's fangirls.
Compared to the uncontrollable excitement of the students in the classroom, Duan Hengye standing on the podium was much calmer. Faced with such passionate gazes, he only nodded lightly at the people in the classroom with an expressionless face before walking down from the hover device.
Looking at the worshipful gazes below the podium, only Duan Hengye himself knew that he wasn't actually as calm as he appeared ….
"Hello students, I am Duan Hengye, your teacher for this semester's' Basic Mecha Theory '." As someone with facial paralysis, although his heart was flustered, in the eyes of the students, Duan Hengye still had the air of a general who was fearless in the face of danger and looked down on everything.
Although the students really wanted to talk about other things with the mecha master they had always admired, their professor clearly had no intention of doing so. Compared to the other teachers, Duan Hengye's self-introduction was abnormally simple. Before the students could react, they found that a long paragraph of extremely unfamiliar text had suddenly appeared on the screen in front of them. After reading it carefully, everyone found that the text displayed on the screen seemed to be the content of the first chapter of the Basic Mecha Theory textbook! However, the text description was completely different.
A few days ago, after accepting Amro's invitation to teach, Duan Hengye had combined the memories of the original owner of this body to study the textbook. It had to be said that the inhumane undercover training he had received as a child had not only caused the original owner of this body to be unable to establish a correct worldview, it had also caused his empathy to be extremely low. He couldn't understand why there would be people who couldn't understand the textbook. Or perhaps it could be said that he didn't want others to understand, and had simply recorded down the information.
This book didn't have the necessary guidance and explanation required as a textbook. Even with the original owner's memories and knowledge as a foundation, Duan Hengye, who had been called a genius in his previous life, still had to expend a great deal of effort to understand it. Duan Hengye was a person who thought far ahead. He knew that he had already died in his previous life, and after accepting the fact that he had transmigrated, Duan Hengye knew that not only did he have to distance himself from the cannon fodder fate of the original owner of this body, he also had to have his own career and integrate into this society.
Rewriting the textbook was the first step.
Even though it was only the first class, the reaction of the students seemed to be pretty good.
This was an era where information was extremely advanced. Almost at the same time that Duan Hengye appeared on the podium, there were students who secretly took pictures and posted them on the Star Web. Even though the people around him couldn't stand the original owner's strange personality, who told him that distance makes the heart grow fonder? His appearance far surpassed that of an idol and his identity as the head of the research institute. These two points were enough for people who didn't understand the original owner's true personality to idolize him. Not to mention, he also had the identity of the "Marshal's Spouse".
The picture of Duan Hengye appearing in Amro's classroom instantly spread across the Star Web. Even the female lead who had just met Duan Hengye a few days ago at the banquet saw it. Professor Duan actually took time out of his busy research to teach students a basic class. He really was a person with a cold face but a warm heart!
In his previous life, Duan Hengye could be considered to have some achievements in the academic world, but because he was engaged in research that didn't yield results for decades, his fame was limited. He was still young, and his fame was only limited to his peers. Naturally, he had never been looked at with such infatuation by thousands of people.
In other words, after one class, the fake flower of the mountain really had never seen the world. Duan Hengye was already covered in goosebumps from being stared at. Only a strong desire to survive could make Duan Hengye last three hours under this strange gaze.
However, the students didn't feel Duan Hengye's nervousness. Looking at the calm and cold man in the middle of the classroom, they only felt that Professor Duan was just like the legends said. He had an outstanding temperament and was omniscient.
Even though this was an era where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold, Amro University still occupied a third of the planet's surface. Not only were the classrooms and laboratories loose, the school even arranged living quarters for every teacher on campus. Duan Hengye was of course no exception.
This was a simple two-story villa. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a beige leather sofa. Probably because of the author's settings, Duan Hengye realized that the style of furniture and clothing in this era was very similar to the style of the original world he lived on.
As soon as Duan Hengye entered the house, the silver door behind him slowly closed. The warm floor lamp in the corner of the room gave the room a faint honey glow. The slender man first stood in place for a few seconds, then took off his jacket, and then … threw himself onto the sofa in the living room.
Professor Duan was really bored to death!
Even though Duan Hengye wasn't a talkative person in his previous life, being too lazy to speak and being too afraid to speak were two completely different concepts.
Therefore, ten minutes ago, Duan Hengye was still in the middle of the thousand-person classroom seriously analyzing the structure of the mecha, but now he was completely free. Five or six minutes later, Duan Hengye, who had been lying motionless on the sofa, finally turned over. He laid on the sofa and let out a long sigh. Then he turned on his optical computer. His actions were completely undignified.
After successfully finishing the first class and confirming that he had not exposed himself, Duan Hangye finally remembered the appetite that had been suppressed by his desire to survive these past few days. A few days ago, he had been busy preparing for class. Now, Duan Hengye finally turned on the optical computer according to the original owner's memory and found the settings for home robots.
Unfortunately, Duan Hengye's happiness didn't last long.
After turning on the optical computer, a new notification popped up on the top right corner of the screen: "Nan zhuxing House of the Marshal: Marshal's schedule updated …"
Oh, so Meng Jinhuai is going to take a detour to planet Duguang in two days …
Wait, two days to planet Duguang?
Planet Duguang …
When Duan Hengye saw these three strangely familiar words, he immediately stood up from the sofa. He switched the optical computer to the map interface. In an instant, a giant 3D map of Amro University appeared in the middle of the originally empty living room.
Ignoring the scaled mountain and river buildings at the bottom of the map, Duan Hangye could only see the three words "Crossing Light Star" hanging at the top of the map, which were more than a meter tall.
Damn it! How did Meng Jinhuai find me so quickly!
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