Xiang Fan stared at the virtual images flashing on the screen and felt that his little room had instantly turned into a lecture hall comparable to that of a higher education institution.
He gritted his teeth and sat up straight, as nervous as a student taking an exam, afraid that he would miss something if he blinked.
496 spoke, his voice so calm it felt like ice. "Starting today, I'll take you through a deeper level of theory. Are you ready?"
Xiang Fan swallowed his saliva, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty: "I'm ready..." But he muttered in his heart, "I say I'm ready, but I don't even know what to prepare for!"
At the beginning of the course, the screen was filled with formulas, models and dynamic diagrams. 496's explanation went deep into Xiang Fan's bones, and every word seemed to hit Xiang Fan's brain with a heavy hammer.
He had barely written the first line of his notes when the next paragraph came to him.
"Nonlinear optimization of psychic energy conduction can be achieved by constructing a high-dimensional matrix, but it requires the introduction of a fourth-order resonance field..." 496 continued speaking, with no intention of stopping.
Xiang Fan's hands were cramping halfway through listening, and he couldn't help but hold his head and wail, "What the hell is this? What is a fourth-order resonance field? I don't even understand third-order resonance!"
496 on the screen paused, as if seeing through Xiang Fan's collapse, and his tone softened slightly: "Don't worry, this knowledge is the key to your growth. You are already better than most people."
Xiang Fan raised his head and said with a complicated expression, "But... I'm afraid I can't meet your expectations."
496 shook his head, his tone becoming more encouraging. "Everyone has a starting point. What matters is your determination to reach the end."
Xiang Fan was stunned for a moment, his heart ablaze with fire. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. "I will definitely work hard! If I don't understand the theory, I'll practice it. If I don't understand the practice, I'll read the theory again. I'll eventually figure it out!"
A few days later, Xiang Fan's cabin had become a theoretical research base.
The table was piled high with notebooks and parts, the papers densely covered with formulas, deductions and insights.
He smiled like a fool as he wrote: "I'm quite a learner, right? This is what a genius is like!"
When he entered the new learning content, a hopelessly obscure algorithm popped up on the screen again.
496's voice came faintly, "This is the advanced defense algorithm for the virtual network. It's top secret. You may not be able to find it in the existing information."
Xiang Fan opened his eyes wide and couldn't help swallowing: "Is this really possible?"
496's tone was calm, yet filled with unquestionable confidence: "Yes, the key lies in optimizing energy consumption and line transmission."
Xiang Fan stared at the screen, his mind already in turmoil. "Top secret! Is it really okay for you to teach me this? I'm just a mecha repairman, and I'm actually doing the work of a top hacker!"
But 496 added, "But you don't have to understand it completely for now, just remember the idea."
Xiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and grinned, "So it's just about memorizing the ideas. That's not difficult. Just like when I was a kid memorizing spiritual energy formulas, by rote, who can't do that?"
Having said that, he looked a hundred times more serious when he was immersed in research than when he was memorizing formulas.
Whenever he wrote down a complex formula, he would mutter to himself, "This formula is my destiny, and that is the injustice of heaven."
Late at night, Xiang Fan looked at the starry sky outside the window, rubbed his sore eyes, and said to himself with a smile: "Although my head is about to explode, this feeling is pretty good. Let's try something more difficult!"
The Shadow Killer and the Black Tortoise Guard gradually discovered that Zero had become a little different.
In the past, they only thought that Zero was a low-key and reliable mecha control expert, but recently in every team battle, Zero was always able to judge the enemy's movements in advance and develop a set of sophisticated tactics.
"Boss, are you secretly cheating behind our backs?" Shadow Killer couldn't help but tease in the communication channel, a hint of sourness in his tone, "Your tactical predictions are on par with the AI instructors in the Spirit Realm battlefield!"
Xiang Fan's laughter came from the channel: "Cheating? Where would you find someone using cheats to endorse someone else's work?"
Ling Ruoxi continued thoughtfully: "Maybe the boss just studied those theories seriously, especially those that we usually disdain to read." As she spoke, her eyes glanced at Ling Ruochen inadvertently.
Ling Ruochen looked confused: "Theory? Sister, are you sure? What's the use of those long and boring things? Just listening to them makes me want to sleep."
"Shut up, theory is used to save lives!" Ling Ruoxi glared at him, "Boss is right, sometimes learning it can really save lives."
Shadow Killer laughed heartily. "I didn't see any help, but I feel like you're becoming more and more like a monster! Are you about to evolve into the secret weapon of the Tech Sect?"
Xiang Fan ignored the Shadow Killer's chatter and focused on controlling his mecha.
He calmly gave the order: "Shadow Killer, you are responsible for harassment, and the Black Tortoise Guards hold back the front row. Ling Ruoxi, prepare to raid the right side." His voice was flat and calm, but it made people inexplicably feel reliable.
Shadow Killer couldn't help but mutter, "Boss's aura, why does it feel more calm than that of the sect elders..."
It was late at night, and after the team mission was completed, Xiang Fan sat alone at the table.
He closed the virtual network interface, stretched, and opened the notebook beside him, which was densely covered with formulas and annotations.
"I understand a little more..." He stared at the latest formula derivation and couldn't help but smile, but there was deep fatigue in his eyes.
He gently flipped through the notes, his fingertips running across the lines of crooked handwriting, which were full of traces of calculations.
"It's really tiring." Xiang Fan touched his nose in self-mockery, but a sense of accomplishment welled up in his eyes.
He stared at his notebook and muttered, "Who said theory is boring? This is a magic weapon that can save lives!"
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the rooftop, his mind wandering. Those complex formulas, those theories that had once given him a headache, now seemed to be slowly pieced together into a huge picture in his mind.
Although there are still many unresolved parts, every time he solves a problem, he feels that he is one step closer to his goal.
"Learning never ends." He couldn't help but sigh, but a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although the learning process is painful, the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when you find the answer is incomparable.
"Maybe... I actually like this feeling." Xiang Fan clenched the notebook in his hand, his eyes more determined. "It doesn't matter how difficult it is, at least I'm making progress."
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