In the early morning, the light from the sect's academy streamed in through the windows. Xiang Fan was buried in a thick book on psychic theory. The title of the book was "Exploration of the Multidimensional Application of Psychic Circuits." He looked so focused, as if everything around him didn't exist, save for the complex formulas and diagrams before him.
Shen Tianshu happened to be passing by, his eyes glancing at the book in Xiang Fan's hands, a scornful smile curling his lips. He slowly approached, hands behind his back, leaning forward, and spoke in a deliberately exaggerated tone, "Xiang Fan, are you still grappling with these 'immortal world math problems' again? So what if you understand the theory? Even building your foundation is difficult, and you're still dreaming of using these books to break the laws of nature?" His voice was soft, but just right for the surrounding disciples to hear clearly.
Several disciples chuckled secretly and whispered, "Xiang Fan again. What's the point of learning all this?"
Xiang Fan raised his head, his face showing no displeasure, and even a faint smile. His voice was calm as if he was stating the facts: "It's better to know more than to know nothing. What do you think, Brother Shen?"
Shen Tianshu obviously hadn't expected Xiang Fan to refute him. His smile froze for a moment, but he quickly snorted, "You know a lot? Bookworms are only good at talking. If empty talk worked, those bookworms who spend their days in the Sutra Library would have ascended to the immortal realm long ago."
Xiang Fan didn't respond, but simply lowered his head and turned the page again, as if Shen Tianshu's words were just a breeze that happened to blow in the morning. His "I don't care about you" look made Shen Tianshu's face even uglier.
"What an ungrateful fool." Shen Tianshu snorted coldly and turned to leave.
At this moment, a clear voice came from the doorway: "If there were no theoretical research, where would the mecha formations we use now come from? Is strength only measured by the size of one's fists?"
Lu Qingli walked in with a pile of books in her arms, her eyes swept over Shen Tianshu lightly, and although her voice was gentle, it made the atmosphere instantly tense.
Shen Tianshu's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he could only squeeze out a vague sentence: "You will stand up for him." Then he turned and left in disgrace.
Lu Qingli placed the book on the table, walked over to Xiang Fan, glanced down at the book he was studying, and asked softly, "Junior brother, did he give you any trouble just now?"
Xiang Fan looked up and smiled: "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Lu Qingli raised the corner of her mouth slightly. "I'm quite optimistic. But don't listen to those mocking words. I think you are very powerful. There are not many people who can persevere." She paused, and her smile deepened. "Perhaps in the future, the improvement of the sect's large-scale mecha formation will be due to you."
Xiang Fan scratched his head and smiled shyly: "Senior Sister Lu, please stop making fun of me. I just can't understand the contents of the book, so I'm just trying to figure it out."
Lu Qingli patted his shoulder gently: "Keep working hard, I believe your persistence will be rewarded." After that, she walked away with the book, her skirt swaying slightly in the light and shadow of the early morning.
Xiang Fan looked at her back, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. He lowered his head and continued turning the pages, his pen scribbling with exceptional force, as if each stroke was proof that what he insisted on would one day impress those who mocked him.
During the afternoon class, the Dharma Elder stood before the psychic array, tapping the air with his paintbrush. His voice was rich and deep: "The optimization and repair of psychic circuits are the core of the mecha psychic system. Can anyone tell me how to improve this circuit to reduce energy loss by at least 10%?"
The hall suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of spirit stones falling to the ground could be heard. Shen Tianshu leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, a sneer in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he felt that no one could answer this question, and was even waiting for the elder to ask and answer it himself.
Xiang Fan hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and raised his hand: "Elder, we can add a psychic energy distribution center here and use a two-way reflux structure."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was remarkably clear in the quiet classroom. Everyone subconsciously turned to look at him, and someone scoffed softly, "It's him again! He's such a nerd, after all."
The Dharma-Chuan Elder nodded and said, "Very good. Tell me about your specific ideas."
Xiang Fan stood up, walked over to the psychic energy diagram, picked up his brush, and made a few changes. With a few quick adjustments to a few nodes, the psychic energy flow instantly became smoother, and the entire diagram seemed to be infused with new vitality. The elder gazed at the modified diagram, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Very good! This will reduce energy loss by about 15%, which is significantly higher than 10%."
As soon as the words fell, the hall was filled with murmurs of discussion. Several disciples whispered to each other, but their tone was full of sourness: "You are indeed a bookworm, your head is full of theory, and you are definitely not good at actual combat." "These things look powerful, but they may not be useful in practice."
Shen Tianshu snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "What's the use of reading a lot of books? On the battlefield, strength is the truth. Just relying on these fancy theories, you think you can beat me?"
Xiang Fan lowered his head, gathering his brushes, and didn't respond. His expression was calm, as if he were listening, yet also as if he hadn't, letting the words drift past him. He silently walked back to his seat, reopened his notebook, and wrote down the psychic diagram he had just drawn, along with his own thoughts.
"Forget it, why argue with them?" Xiang Fan said to himself in his heart, "Theory will always be useful one day."
The setting sun shone into the classroom, casting a particularly dazzling light on his notebook filled with densely packed formulas. After the class ended, the students left in twos and threes. Shen Tianshu walked out of the classroom with a proud stride, while Xiang Fan packed up his books and walked slowly towards the library.
On the way, several disciples jokingly shouted, "Xiang Fan, come and teach us again tomorrow!" Their tone was full of sarcasm.
Xiang Fan ignored her, only lowering his head and chuckling softly. In his world, there was no ridicule or argument, only a constant desire for knowledge.
He looked up at the library in the twilight and whispered to himself, "Theory will one day become a reality. When that day comes, you will understand."
Pushing open the door to the library, his figure disappeared among the bookshelves. Only the fragrance of books drifted gently with the night breeze.
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