Su Feng looked at the so-called mental testing device in his hand and sighed.

I never expected that the first thing I would do upon arriving at the Faculty of Arts would be something like this!

Doing research?!

I came here to learn! What research am I doing?!

That damned Dr. Zhong!!

......

Southern Xinjiang.

Zhong Ziqi, who had been sitting cross-legged in front of the dog gate, suddenly sneezed. He poked his nose and said in confusion, "That's not right."

"Given my condition, how could I possibly catch a cold?"

Several powerful figures sitting cross-legged beside him joked, "Hey, Old Zhong, how come your health has deteriorated to this extent?"

"Even a psychic wouldn't catch a cold in front of a dog's door, would they?"

"Go away, go away!" Zhong Ziqi laughed and scolded, "How could I possibly catch a cold!"

"I bet some loser is secretly cursing me!"

"Maybe it's one of you!"

Hahahaha!

......

In Mingguang Laboratory.

The pessimistic young man slowly walked out of the basement, holding a standard 4A printer paper in his hand.

The rules of Mingguang Laboratory are written on it.

Since Su Feng had just arrived, and as the actual owner of Mingguang Laboratory, he naturally had to explain everything in the laboratory to Su Feng clearly!

After all, the consequences of making a mistake in this laboratory can be quite severe!

The pessimistic young man had just come out of the basement when he saw Su Feng, who should have been researching the mental testing device, sitting on the sofa, holding a manuscript left by Elder Zhong and looking at it carefully.

The pessimistic young man's face darkened immediately, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

Have you finished all the tasks I assigned you?

Hearing the sound, Su Feng suddenly broke free from his reading and closed the notebook.

"Senior brother, are you talking about that instrument?"

“It does seem relatively simple.” Su Feng walked to the table where the instrument was placed, looked at the pessimistic young man, and picked up the instrument.

"Although it's not very stable, the functions you just mentioned... seem to be able to work?"

"I don't know the principle behind it, but it does work when fine-tuned with mental power."

As he spoke, Su Feng released a small amount of his mental energy and began to control the machine.

The machine started operating and provided accurate data.

Looking at the numbers displayed on the machine, the pessimistic boy couldn't believe it. He pushed up his glasses and exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible?"

"Although I've got everything ready, data testing will take at least six months!"

"Just a short while... two hours?"

"You've completed the entire process?"

The pessimistic youth's statement is somewhat simplistic.

In addition to data testing, the machine needs to be continuously fine-tuned to make its data more accurate.

After all, this thing will be used in the national college entrance examination in the future.

How can we accept inaccurate data?!

But Su Feng actually fixed the instrument in such a short time?!

That's completely impossible, isn't it?

The pessimistic young man ran back into the underground research institute, and a moment later, he ran back up again.

However, he now had a small, toy-gun-like device in his hand.

The pessimistic young man raised his toy gun and sprayed it at the instrument that Su Feng had adjusted.

Su Feng then felt a small surge of spiritual energy erupting from within and flowing into the instrument.

"bite!"

The instrument immediately emitted a chiming sound, and the books on the instrument began to change.

The pessimistic young man's expression shifted from disbelief to surprise, as if he had encountered something extraordinary.

"So you're not a complete loser after all!"

"You're a genius who pretends to be a half-good-for-nothing!"

The pessimistic young man gently pushed up his glasses and praised Su Feng.

If the senior student who led the way were here, he would definitely be astonished by what he saw.

This guy has never praised anyone before!

From the very first day they entered the Faculty of Arts, they kept saying things like "this one is useless" and "that one is an idiot."

Their eyes were practically glued to the sky.

He began conducting experiments independently within his first year of university, and by his third year, he had made Mingguang Laboratory the strongest laboratory at Southern Xinjiang University.

In the fifth year, almost all the funds used by the laboratory were earned by Mingguang Laboratory.

Even the annual budget list required his personal review before funds could be allocated.

He truly managed to support the entire Faculty of Arts by himself.

Of course, this only refers to raising animals for experiments and does not include training mental power masters.

But now, this kind of freakish genius is actually praising someone?!

Is he just a freshman at Southern Xinjiang University?!

Looking at Su Feng, the pessimistic youth sighed, "Finally, the Academy of Arts has a genius!"

"Otherwise, I would really think the whole world is full of useless people!"

Su Feng: "..."

......

Overall

Su Feng's first day at the Faculty of Arts went alright!

Although it wasn't as simple as Su Feng had imagined, it wasn't as difficult as he had also imagined.

Su Feng does have some talent in this research field!

During dinner, when Su Feng and He Xinnian were sitting at the table, He Xinnian finally spoke softly, "You mean the Mingguang Laboratory?"

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