I am stupid, but I work so hard.

Although I am lacking in academic subjects now, I have never given up because of the difficult learning process.

I have been gritting my teeth and persevering.

As a soldier, I have no regrets in my performance in my professional courses.

As long as I can board the ship, stand on the front line, and give me the opportunity to train myself in actual combat, as long as I don't die, I have the confidence to quickly improve my abilities.

I, Zheng Feng, am not afraid of death. I also respect what Instructor Ding Hu said. I also want to go to the front line like everyone else. I, Zheng Feng, am not ungrateful. I can watch others fighting on the front line while I am content to hide in the safety of the rear and enjoy life.

With such anger, three days later, Zheng Feng bet on Ding Hu, who had been avoiding him, under the teacher's dormitory building.

"Brother Hu, you have to give me an explanation."

Zheng Feng, now ten years old, has grown to a height of 1.6 meters and has a neat short hair.

His appearance still looks immature and a little childish, but his facial features are gradually maturing and his outlines are slowly becoming clearer.

Ding Hu has long felt that Zheng Feng's appearance is a bit "déjà vu", but because of the seriousness of the matter, he dare not jump to conclusions.

And he has also reported his doubts to his superiors.

The superior's answer is very much in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he only told him that the appearance of the ancient philosopher Zheng Feng was not shocking, but belonged to the appearance of the common people.

Today, there are tens of billions of people in the world. In the vast sea of ​​​​people, it is not too normal for two people to look similar, or even exactly the same.

Looking at the entire human race, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who look like the sage Chen Feng.

So Ding Hu's superiors told him not to be surprised and just focus on his work.

Ding Hu understood the reason, but being stared at angrily by Zheng Feng, who looked like the sage, made him feel a little embarrassed and a little scared.

"Zheng Feng, listen to me. You have to believe in the strategic vision and decision-making ability of your superiors. They can receive more information than us, and they also have a huge think tank to make plans for them. So, sometimes, the decisions they make are difficult to understand from a personal perspective, but there must be a deeper meaning behind them that is not convenient to tell for the time being. Just like when I was sent here to teach, I was also very puzzled and couldn't figure it out. But now, am I not doing well? Don't worry, you see, isn't there an explanation? You are still young, only ten years old, and if you work hard, you have a chance to complete these not-so-demanding academic requirements. Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

Zheng Feng almost gritted his teeth, "Nonsense! I only know that some people's cultural subjects are not very good, but didn't they graduate successfully?"

"Then everyone's situation is different!"

"I don't care. I refuse to accept such an order with insufficient reasons. I am not a little brat who knows nothing. I have studied the graduation status of past students of the First Pioneer Academy and read a lot of files. What I want to do is just the duties of an ordinary combatant, which does not require a bachelor's degree at all."

Seeing that Ding Hu was really unreliable, Zheng Feng became impatient and turned away after saying a few more words.

Ding Hu was also overwhelmed and helpless.

Ding Hu was restless for several days, always worried that Zheng Feng would make a big news.

But the amazing thing is that Zheng Feng seemed to have thought about it all night and figured it out.

He actually picked up a lot of basic theoretical knowledge tutorials and began to sort out his not-so-large knowledge system from beginning to end, and re-replenished his scientific literacy.

Ding Hu suddenly felt relieved and no longer worried.

Half a year later, Zheng Feng's comprehensive combat ability reached the upper end of B-level, but he failed the cultural subjects as usual, and still failed in large numbers.

Ding Hu checked Zheng Feng's grades and found that the gap between these failed subjects and the passing line was larger than before. Only a few subjects had a significant improvement compared to the kindergarten stage, which were generally concentrated in the fields of traditional mechanical structure, basic energy transmission, material recycling, artificial intelligence core, and detailed explanation of the intelligent operation mode of the main brain Fanxingzi.

Brother Hu felt that this was not a good idea. If Zheng Feng was also biased in cultural subjects, it would be basically impossible for him to get a bachelor's degree.

So, he talked to Zheng Feng again.

Zheng Feng said that he did this deliberately in order to develop some expertise in the areas he was relatively familiar with, and then around these specialized subjects, he would adopt a point-to-surface approach, and in turn lead other weak subjects to follow up gradually.

Ding Hu pondered for a while, and the subjects that Zheng Feng had made progress in were all very important basic knowledge for fighters and equipment maintainers on ships. They were both practical and systematic, and just happened to be within the scope of Zheng Feng's theoretical talent, so it would be easier to learn.

"This is a good idea."

Ding Hu praised this.

Another two months passed, and the bad news came that Zheng Feng was missing.

This disappearance was complete.

In just one hour, a large number of scanners and new nano-detection robots searched the entire Lieyang 3 star system, but still could not find any trace.

Brother Hu was hit hard by this thunderous news.

He simply could not understand it.

It was already the year 3006. Even if a needle fell into space and fell into the gravity line orbit, with the various advanced technologies currently mastered by humans, it could be found in minutes.

Ding Hu was not the only one who was shocked. The Sage Planning Committee, the leaders of the Yunding Star Region, and the Empire were all confused.

The maintenance personnel rushed into the simulated personality center of the long-unseen main brain Fanxing and made a request to Fanxing, hoping that Fanxing would take charge of the overall search and analyze in the shortest possible time what method Zheng Feng might have taken and where he had gone. They also pleaded with Fanxing to remotely control the numerous detectors located in Lieyang 3 to search for Zheng Feng's traces on Planet 7 and nearby star regions.

Fanxing agreed, and within a few minutes, he threw up his hands, indicating that he could not help.

This is bad.

The confidence of the practitioners of human detection technology, who had been continuously improving through dealing with the compound eyes in the past few hundred years, was destroyed.

Now humans can neither find the possible existence of the ridge ship in the curvature gravitational path from the galactic center to the solar system, nor can they find the disappeared Zheng Feng.

This shows that Zheng Feng has figured out a way to evade all human detection methods with only kindergarten-level knowledge, which shows that the defensive intelligence system that humans have worked so hard to build has become useless.

Of course, what scholars fear most is that Zheng Feng, who has disappeared without a trace, will encounter an accident and cannot be rescued in time.

Two months passed in the chaos, and Zheng Feng finally reappeared, but in his own home.

Ding Hu went to his house in anger and wanted to ask him what he wanted to do.

Zheng Feng, however, threw up his hands and said innocently that he had not been anywhere for the past two months. He just stayed at home and used the overloaded learning machine to crazily learn knowledge.

At first, no one believed his lies.

But later, Zheng Feng produced evidence.

In the video, he lay flat on the learning machine with his eyes closed. Several energy transmission pipelines were entangled on his body like vines, and then extended artificial capillaries to connect to the veins in his gastrointestinal tract.

In addition, there were tens of thousands of nerve control lines densely connected to his body, connecting his various nerve trunks.

"I have been in a hypnotic state for the past two months. I used a combination of "Songs of the World" and "Morning Breeze" and played these frequencies in my brain on a loop, giving myself the deception that time is flowing faster and improving my concentration. To put it bluntly, I am dreaming and learning in my dreams. Then, my physiological needs of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are all solved by these instruments. As for the normal feeling of hunger, I used neurological deception to cover it up."

Ding Hu: "Are you crazy? Is it necessary? So the purpose of your special study of those special courses before was to design this crazy book-reading set for yourself?"

"What book-gnawing suit? My equipment has a name. It's called the duck-stuffing artifact. The artifact can improve my learning efficiency, it's really amazing."

Ding Hu: "Uh..."

Zheng Feng: "If I don't think of a way, I'm afraid I won't be able to graduate from college even after waiting for another few decades. People always have to push themselves, maybe they will succeed. I feel very good, now I will apply for a make-up exam for the first semester of the first grade of elementary school."

Zheng Feng went to take the make-up exam happily.

At the same time, Ding Hu received the accident analysis report sent by the Sage Planning Committee.

It was a false alarm.

Zheng Feng did use his very superficial design concept and related knowledge to come up with this "duck-stuffing artifact".

But he cleverly borrowed the auxiliary design function of the main brain Fanxing, and only input his personal needs and the general appearance of the equipment. As for the reliability verification and fine processing and other detailed things, all were automatically completed by the main brain Fanxing, and finally the finished product was produced.

As for his "disappearance", it was simply an oolong.

He really didn't go anywhere. After completing the equipment, he turned on the "duck filling artifact" for a test without reporting to anyone. As a result, the brain playback effect of "Song of the World" and "Morning Breeze" was too strong, which made him irreversibly addicted to it. It was not until two months later when he completed the scheduled academic progress that he was automatically awakened by the preset program.

Those self-proclaimed wise sages of the Planning Commission and the Imperial leadership were out of touch again, and never thought of going to Zheng Feng's own dormitory to look for him.

They only searched Planet 7 and the Lieyang 3 system, but missed Zheng Feng's dormitory, interpreting the saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place to the extreme.

In addition, a nano-reconnaissance robot did enter Zheng Feng's room, but another incredible thing happened.

The human brain controls the robot in this way. First, the human brain is connected to the intelligent repeater through brain wave connection, and then commands are issued to the robot through the repeater. The repeater will also feedback the situation of the robot to the human brain. Each person's nanorobot usually has a specific thinking password to prevent different people's robots from mixing together and causing command confusion.

However, once these reconnaissance robots entered Zheng Feng's room, the encryption method of the thinking password suddenly failed, and Zheng Feng unconsciously took over from the bottom structure, and left with nothing.

Multiple factors combined together led to the current farce.

In short, the chaotic situation ended, and once again made the few professional scholars left in the Sage Project give up on themselves.

The reason is simple. Someone once proposed to implant a mind training chip into Zheng Feng to help him learn knowledge quickly. Later, this bad idea was rejected because most people agreed that this shortcut would suppress Zheng Feng's potential.

As a result, no one gave him the chip, but he implanted it himself using an even more ancient method.

This is very difficult to deal with, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

After a series of arguments, scholars generally came to the following conclusions.

"Zheng Feng's 'cramming tool' is not a shortcut in essence. His knowledge system still comes from active learning. It's just that with the help of enhanced control in the brain, he uses higher concentration and higher learning efficiency to force learning in the so-called dream. In addition, look at Zheng Feng's programming method. He uses neural deception to compress his daily sleep time to only five seconds, and also saves the time for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. So he can finish the first semester curriculum of the first grade of elementary school in just two months, which would have taken at least two years to complete. In a sense, this may really be the most suitable enhanced learning method for him, which can make up for his congenital defects that are highly similar to the growth rhythm of 21st century humans."

"Oh this!"

"Is he so perverted?"

"I say, isn't he tired after doing this?"

"Will he break his mind and develop schizophrenia?"

"Yes, even with the mark of the Covenant of Fate, a normal adult can't bear it. Strictly speaking, he is not even an adult yet."

The sound of exclamations and fears came one after another in the conference room.

Someone suggested that Zheng Feng's suicidal behavior should be stopped and his duck-stuffing artifact should be confiscated.

But others pointed out that this was Zheng Feng's choice, and it was probably also the choice of the sage himself.

No matter what the sage wanted to do, he must have his reasons.

So Zheng Feng must be able to withstand the consumption of the duck-stuffing artifact.

"Everything must be the best arrangement of the sage. We should not interfere."

"Okay, everyone, organize the report and submit our ideas to Commander-in-Chief Zhou Donglai and the Imperial Headquarters. We have been delayed in this meaningless project for too many years. It is time to liberate ourselves and go to other fields and other departments to do something practical for mankind."

Emmanuel Berto, a famous historian, current president of the Imperial Institute of History, a leader in many disciplines such as history and philosophy in the history of nothingness, and the highest member of the Sage Project Committee, finally made a major decision.

From now on, the Sage Project is officially terminated.

We gave up.

Our work has completely lost its meaning.

Zheng Feng, who walked out of the make-up exam room, was refreshed and full of fighting spirit. I

will definitely pass.

I took off.

People always have to learn to push themselves, otherwise they will not know their potential.

He calculated that if he continued like this, in a few years, he might be able to complete the necessary studies before he turned 18.

He looked up at the artificial sky of the first base of Planet 7, thinking silently, wait for me.

At this moment, two shuttles of senior officers landed in front of him on the left and right.

Three people got off the two shuttles.

On one side were his parents Zheng Yifeng and Liang Yun, and on the other side was Tang Tianxin.

About two weeks ago, because Zheng Feng could not be found,

Zheng Yifeng and his wife, who had been fighting outside, and Tang Tianxin took leave at the same time and rushed back to Planet 7.

Zheng Feng looked left and right, feeling complicated.

It seemed that something really bad had happened.

He scared his parents and sister back.

His neck shrank, no longer satisfied with himself, he turned around and wanted to run, returning to the mode of a troublemaker.

"Stop right there! You bastard brother! Can you be more mean?"

Before Zheng Yifeng and his wife could express their feelings, Tang Tianxin ran after them, cursing at them.