Starting with Proficiency Panel-Chapter 491: See the truth in 2 hours (Leisure new book content)
Zhang Li stood beside Li Qing and said quietly.
Li Qing snapped back to reality, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I understand, Professor Zhang, I’ll be more careful in the future."
"Well, also, although I know everyone in the company should help each other, and you were the one who procured this computer, it shouldn’t become your computer!"
"Huh?" Li Qing was startled, somewhat caught off guard.
Seeing this, Zhang Li pointed to the four words under the computer icon on the screen.
’My Computer’
Zhang Li, somewhat displeased, said, "Even though computers are updated frequently nowadays and often require resource allocation, I’m still the user at the moment."
Li Qing understood instantly and silently changed ’My Computer’ to ’Professor Zhang’s Computer.’
"Professor Zhang, does this work?"
Zhang Li adjusted his reading glasses, his eyebrows quickly relaxed, and he said with satisfaction, "That’s more like it."
Li Qing: "..."
Although Zhang Li is indeed a giant in the field of biotechnology, this old scholar has come all the way from the abacus era, possessing great expertise in the biological realm, but his exposure to computers is limited.
It’s not that he doesn’t recognize the convenience of computers—after all, there’s a supercomputing center worth seven billion located on the second basement floor of this building, which Li Qing was fortunate enough to be part of setting up due to his work responsibilities.
The whole setup was led by Zhang Li.
It’s just that he’s not very good at using them, because research is never a one-person task, but he understands clearly how much convenience computers can bring to research.
Monthly electricity bills for the supercomputing center alone exceed three million, but the profits are indeed impressive; many universities’ research projects or other enterprises’ research borrow from it, resulting in profits at the end of each month.
Scary!
After leaving the chairman’s office, Li Qing returned eagerly to his office, took out the admission notice’s magic scroll, and continued to ponder the knowledge content within ’Magic Origin.’
Magic is divided into two major schools: Western Magic and Eastern Magic. The origins differ, resulting in distinct usage methods, but the ultimate purpose remains the same.
To become a God or an Immortal.
But this is too remote for Li Qing, and even too mythical and legendary for this era.
Then the book shifts topics; magic mainly manifests through spells, gestures, internal circulation, and magic arrays. But its essence remains the link between consciousness and the body.
What is magic? In a broad sense, any phenomenon that defies normal cause-and-effect relationships can be called magic, not just traditional novel concepts like Fireball Technique or Ice Arrow Technique.
Magic encompasses these, but isn’t distinguished precisely by attributes; it’s unified under Shaping Magic.
By coordinating gestures, spells, and the magic power within, energy particles in the air are induced to arrange in patterns, thereby materializing an actual attack.
This has scientific corroboration from research done at the Magic Research Institute within Gray Magic Academy.
But many times, mages prefer the chaotic cause-and-effect, something inexplicable and bewildering.
For example, the Transformation Technique.
Turning a cat into a person, or transforming a person into any kind of animal.
The transition of factors is completely irrational and simply impossible.
...
...
Two days passed quickly; Li Qing was completely immersed in magical knowledge, captivated by the existence of such miraculous, extraordinary phenomena.
Li Qing dared to swear that, if he had shown this enthusiasm for study during his studies, he could have considered whether to enroll at Peking University or Qinghua.
On the last day, after finishing his day’s work, Li Qing took an early shower, then opened the magic scroll on which blue text had already appeared, indicating the access period had evidently began.
The school uniform can only be picked up within the final twenty-four hours before school starts; if not picked up on time, entering the school will result in something horrifying.
Li Qing excitedly rubbed his hands together, taking several deep breaths to calm down his agitation.
Magic! At midnight tonight, the school will officially open, and he will truly come in contact with the extraordinary.
As for work, currently, the two don’t really conflict; Gray Magic Academy starts at midnight. Since he completed the Basic Meditation Technique and illuminated the Light Ball, he only needs to meditate for two hours to be full of energy.
Though now he’s slightly unsteady in his steps from overusing the Fireball Technique, his body weak, it doesn’t matter. Completing the practice of the Basic Meditation Technique will allow Spiritual Power to nourish the body, gaining vigorous energy.
This process is lengthy, but crucial for a mage to have a healthy body.
No illness!
Gently clicking to take the school uniform, the magic scroll’s magic runes began rapidly changing, soon forming a round funnel-shaped passage.
Li Qing rubbed his fingers a bit, then carefully slipped them into the funnel, touching a piece of extremely soft clothing, and pulled it out.
It was a long black robe with a hood, its overall style quite dark, making one instinctively resist at first glance.
It was totally a robe with an evil cult vibe.
Li Qing felt something was off.
Once Li Qing put on the robe, donned the hood, and stood in front of the floor-length mirror, apart from a Gray Magic Academy badge embroidered on the chest, there was nothing fancy.
There must be something he doesn’t know about inside, perhaps magic runes or something rather special serving as a medium.
Otherwise, a simple robe wouldn’t emit such an intimidating aura, a chilling, evil atmosphere that makes one feel uneasy.
"If I wore this outside, I’d likely be mistaken for an evil cult member and taken into the police station within half an hour."
Muttering to himself, ensuring nothing was wrong wearing the robe, even the Light Ball in his mind burned brighter because of it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Four hours left.
Li Qing, somewhat distracted, ordered takeout and felt like each second was dragging to eternity.
It was like something was about to happen, something imminent yet devoid of any emotion.
Sitting by the bed, Li Qing couldn’t help but shake his leg; just as he was having a hard time waiting, his phone rang.
"Steel pots, tearfully calling to repair battered pots. Replace broken edges with new ones scattered about. Chasing pots in the storm, no tears sealing the chimney stack, steel pots still blocking the inner rain nest, pot sets sick."
Blocked sockets, easily struck by the stove’s small wolf smoke, the green oil breeze black pots pile a forest of stuffing fragrance. Teeth so frantically made, rain oils spill on steel pots.
Hastily, eight operations already paralyzed in muddy love..."
