Chapter 115 Revising the Paper (Thanks to the Leader of the "Ugly Swordsman"!)

In the early morning, the early birds chirped on the branches, and the sunlight refracted into the windows along with the dewdrops, giving the room a touch of gold. There were people coming and going in Kassel College, including construction teams and students going to class. Walking hastily on the red cobblestone path.

"Both sides should be flush. There should be no line cutting in the middle."

"When two surfaces intersect, the projection of their intersection line should be drawn at the intersection."

"Two surfaces are tangent, and no line should be drawn at the tangent point."

"The two sides are not flush, there should be a line in the middle!!!"

Lu Mingfei shuddered, opened his eyes and saw Fingel's bed board.

"Phew, it turned out to be a dream." He exhaled, scratched his chicken coop-like hair, and half sat up from the bed. The textbook "Magic Mechanical Design Level 1" was open and placed beside the bed.

He realized another truth: when people are in a hurry, they can do anything except mechanical drawing.

The harder he studied, the more he discovered that there are limits to human understanding.

His foundation is really poor. When he reads a sentence, he has to stop and read the notes for several minutes. He even has to check it on Google, but he may not be able to understand it.

It's like forcing a primary school student to take the final question of college physics with an Internet-connected mobile phone and textbook. Not to mention solving the question, asking him to read the question and figure out what it means requires all his efforts.

As you read, the words and symbols fly out of the book and turn into rotating mosquito coils, spinning around your eyes and making an annoying buzzing sound.

Lu Mingfei sighed, put on his dark green school uniform, and took his toothbrush and toothpaste to the bathroom to wash up.

White foam came out of his mouth, bloodshot eyes could be vaguely seen, and there was a faint black circle around the eye sockets.

After washing his hair, he used a silver hair dryer in one hand to dry his hair, and in the other hand he held an A4 paper full of words and thought about it carefully.

[About the expectation of prosthetic limbs being used in combat]

This is the title of the paper, which roughly uses book terms to describe the strategies that various mechanisms on the "Ninja Prosthetic Hand" should deal with when facing different enemies.

In fact, it is not an expectation, because Lu Mingfei has experienced it personally.

For example, when facing an enemy with a thick shield, you can pop out the machine ax to split the opponent's shield. When dealing with wild beasts, you can place stored firecrackers to make a loud noise to scare them.

Most of them are written about some experiences in actual combat, and there are relatively few theoretical things.

After all, the ninja prosthetic hand is not a mechanism at all, but more like some kind of strange ninjutsu.

Except for the hook rope, which can be used all the time, other things require "paper figures" as fuel support, and the way to obtain "paper figures" is to kill enemies.

Lu Mingfei believed that the "paper man" was the soul of the deceased, and the soul-driven "ninja prosthetic hand" was simply an evil prop of the villain.

He doesn't expect to make a "ninja prosthetic hand" in this world. It's simply unrealistic. This thing is too magical, but the hook should be made. With the hook, he can become Spider-Man. , the combat ability and life-saving ability directly increase by one hundred percentage points.

"I don't know if it works. Let's take it to Professor Mance first." Lu Mingfei pulled out the plug of the hair dryer, straightened his collar, and sighed.

Learning makes people happy. Although he didn't go to bed until three in the middle of the night, at least he didn't have insomnia or nightmares.

Hmm. Dreaming about drawings should not be considered a nightmare.

No matter what, I have to thank Master Eriyi. During this process, he once wanted to give up and wait for the professor's step-by-step guidance tomorrow. But when he thought of the master's teachings, he gritted his teeth and persisted in reading.

Lu Mingfei patted his face and smiled in the mirror.

"Come on, Lu Mingfei, you can definitely do it!"

“The first step is half the battle!”

He took a deep breath, tucked the first draft of the paper he had written most of the night into his textbook, and strode out of the dormitory door.

The class bell rang, students hurried into the classroom, and people in twos and threes strolled slowly on the road.

Lu Mingfei was cautious, leaning against the wall and moving little by little, like a spy spying for information.

Along the way, he accidentally touched Professor Mance's office. He stood at the door and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Professor Mance's voice came.

Lu Mingfei turned the doorknob and walked in.

Professor Mance was eating breakfast, steamed buns and soy milk. He was chewing the steamed buns with his left hand and flipping through the information with his right hand.

"Professor, I have finished the first draft and outline of my thesis. In addition, I still have some questions that I would like to ask." Lu Mingfei weakly handed over the thesis he had written.

There are many traces of revisions on the paper, because he copied it from another paper and used many nouns incorrectly. It was only when he looked at the book later to check for omissions and fill in the gaps that he realized that the usage was wrong.

Professor Mance did not speak. He put the half-bitten bun aside, took the paper, and looked down quietly.

There was silence in the room. Lu Mingfei's hand unconsciously grasped the textbook. This was his habit. Whenever he felt uneasy, he always wanted to grab something in his hand. In the past, he grabbed the handle of Wei Wan's knife, but today he held it in his hand. Just this book.

The pendulum of the wall clock on the wall swayed from side to side and ticked.

Professor Mance looked down for a long time, frowning, and touching his lips with his hand, as if he was deep in thought.

"Show me your book." He raised his head, his face expressionless and nothing could be seen.

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips and handed over the textbook. There were some folded pages in the book and many places were sketched.

Perhaps his paper was too rough, which made Professor Mann's eyes a little dizzy.

There was no other way. In order to ensure that the words and sentences were used as standard as possible, he checked and calculated it over and over again. As a result, the paper was full of black scars and crossed circles. The writing looked like a composition written by a third-grade elementary school student, or a poor student. .

Chinese teachers always say that the written score accounts for half of the total score. If your handwriting is good, you will have an advantage over others in the same article. Lu Mingfei’s handwriting is not bad and has little recognition, but he will not be able to express it. One side of his head is crooked, that is, there are too many circles and crosses, which shows that his attitude is not correct enough.

"I should copy it again." Lu Mingfei regretted a little.

At this time, Professor Manns put down his textbook and frowned.

"It's well written, much better than I expected." Professor Manns said lightly.

If his former students heard this, their jaws would probably drop to the ground.

When has Man Tie Ban ever praised a student?

No student's knowledge reserve can exceed Mance. Even if you write well and don't make any mistakes, you can always extend it to something else, right? You can always describe what you originally wanted to express in a more essential way, right?

Professor Manns is very good at finding faults and undermining people's self-confidence.

You must know that the students of Cassel College are all selected. It does not mean that you can enroll if you are a mixed race. Although mixed races account for a small proportion, they are scattered all over the world. According to the accommodation standards of a college, it is absolutely It's an overflowing number.

Therefore, as long as you successfully enter the school, it proves that you are an elite among mixed races and the best seedling of this generation.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't opened the back door, he wouldn't have been able to get into school with his poor academic performance, and his name wouldn't have been on the interview list. Those who come to school here are all double majors in civil and martial arts, and some even studied at SCI in high school. A genius who has published papers on the Internet.

If a mixed race who has not received a good education wants to study in Kassel, he must attend a preparatory class and meet the assessment standards before he can enroll.

Every student at Kassel Academy was the most outstanding among their peers before entering, but Mance never praised them.

"A perfect score of sixty points" is not a metaphor. Most of the people in this course can only get a passing grade and barely get the credits. It is enough to imagine how strict Mance's requirements are.

But today, he actually used the word "not bad" to describe Lu Mingfei's late-breaking article, which was really shocking.

"Originally, I wanted you to suffer some hardships and change your attitude towards studying, but I didn't expect you to have realized it." Mance nodded, beckoned Lu Ming to sit next to him on a stool, "'Trapezoid Thread 'The basic standard is Tr40 multiplied by 7-7S. The calculation formula you use here is very standardized, but in the actual process of designing the magic machine, you must also reserve the engraving position for the alchemy pattern."

Mance patiently explained to Lu Mingfei, starting from the basics and slowly deepening it. With the help of papers and textbooks, Lu Mingfei was like an enlightenment and suddenly understood many vague points.

The two of them discussed and communicated in this way, slowly revising the paper and outline. Gradually, Lu Mingfei was able to talk to Mance a few times. He had experienced combat personally, so he would definitely have a deeper understanding than theoretically.

Lu Mingfei finally understood the joy of learning knowledge.

The two of them spent the whole morning like this. Professor Mance didn't eat any of the steamed buns, the soy milk was cold, and his mouth was dry.

"Just write in this direction. You won't come here at noon and finish writing the rest first." Mance finally had time to take a sip of the cold soy milk. "You are very talented and are making rapid progress, but don't be impetuous. You have to go slowly one step at a time.”

"I'm really sorry to trouble you so much, Professor." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly, "Then I'll leave first and come back tomorrow."

"A teacher's responsibility is to teach. If the students understand everything, why do they need a teacher?" Mance waved his hand, "Go ahead. I have something to do tomorrow morning and won't be in the office. You can come back at noon."

"Okay, Professor." Lu Mingfei nodded, turned and left.

I took out my cell phone and took a look. It was 11:20, and there were still 20 minutes until get out of class ended. There shouldn't be many people outside.

He arrived at 8:10, which meant that Professor Mance gave him a small stove for three hours.

For three whole hours, he remained immersed in learning. It was really unimaginable that he could roughly understand the symbols that originally looked like a heavenly book.

Lu Mingfei gave most of the credit to "Master Huiliyi". If the master hadn't made him enlightened, he would definitely not have been able to persevere. He would either lie in bed feeling sad and insomnia, or play games or watch TV series until his eyelids started to fight.

In fact, learning is not as difficult as imagined. The key lies in whether you can calm down and persevere.

A good teacher is also very important. There is no doubt that Lu Mingfei enjoys the world's top teacher resources.

He feels that the future is bright, and his empty life seems to have a direction. If the research on prosthetics can be carried out smoothly, it will not only be used for fighting, but also for many disabled people and people who have to have their limbs amputated due to accidents. Quite a bit of help.

Perhaps this is what "Master Eriyi" said: "The happiness that ordinary people should have, you have to give it up and give it to the world forever."

He is willing to contribute the small happy time of dozing off in the morning to the world.

"Come on! Lu Mingfei, fight for the privilege of not being exempted from the exam, and pass all the exams!" He clenched his right fist and gradually disappeared into the corridor.

Lionheart Club headquarters.

Susie bit the pink hair tie in her mouth, stretched out her slender hands from her neck, and gathered her long black hair into a bunch. Her left hand held the soft and slender hair, and her right hand held up the hair tie to tie the long hair into a ponytail.

She put on a white apron and a hair tie, held a kitchen knife reflecting the cold light, and cut the long dough into small lumps.

This is the president's office, not the kitchen.

There is no way, there is no kitchen in the Lion Heart Club base, and the kitchen in the cafeteria is only open during free hours, but now it is approaching lunch time, and all the kitchens are firing. If you want to cook, you can only use this method.

In fact, she could entrust the chef in the canteen to do it for her, but Su Qian never considered it. She always made the food for Chu Zihang by herself.

She had kneaded the dough before and had been awake for twenty minutes.

There were three people who wanted to eat, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei and Fingel. Each of them had to make 60 pieces based on 20 pieces each. But Fingel was so fat, 60 pieces would definitely not be enough, so she prepared four strips of dough. You can do eighty.

She didn't include herself because she would be too late. Chu Zihang's lunch time was always very accurate, 12:15. As long as there was no emergency, he would always have lunch at this time.

Dong-dong-dong is the sound of knocking on the door.

Susie put down the kitchen knife and went to open the door.

"Hello, senior sister." Lu Mingfei greeted with a smile while holding the big book in his arms.

"Come in." Susie pulled him into the house and quickly closed the door.

If other members of the Lion Heart Club knew that she and Lu Mingfei were doing this kind of thing in the office, who knows what kind of joke would be made.

She told the cadres yesterday that she was inviting Lu Mingfei to join the Lion Heart Club, but little did they know that the two of them were making dumplings in the president's office.

All the documents on the desk were pushed under the desk, replaced by an induction cooker and an iron pot filled with water.

Three balls of dough were placed in a clear glass bowl, covered with plastic wrap, a large piece of raw meat was placed in the bowl, and two handfuls of leeks stained with water.

"Can you make dumplings?" Susie asked.

"Yes, but I haven't done it for a long time." Lu Mingfei said.

He often helped with housework at his aunt's house, such as removing garlic, peeling green beans, chopping onions, and burning lard.

He can also make dumplings. When the little fat boy went to piano tuition class during the winter vacation, he would be called by his aunt to help make dumplings, but that was a long time ago for him, and he didn’t know his own skills. How much is left.

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