Chapter 185
He was only afraid that his roommate would find it strange, so he made sure to wash up at the same time every day.
After getting ready, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the dorm around 4:40 PM.
By 5:00 PM, he had arrived at a secluded patch of grass, sitting cross-legged to practice.
One inconvenient thing about college life was that from Monday to Friday, living on campus meant he had no place to train.
Unlike at Qing Shui High School, where he could practice at home in the evenings.
In the dorm, his roommate would inevitably ask a few questions.
So he had simply come to this grassy area near the gym—there weren’t many people around to notice him.
He had also discovered that there were quite a few oddballs at Jingcheng University.
Some came early in the morning to warm up their voices.
Others danced with unsharpened long swords.
There were even a couple practicing martial arts.
And they were all students.
In fact, his meditative practice seemed quite normal among them…
As he finished his practice around 8:00 AM, Zheng Fa stood up and walked toward the library. If he didn’t have classes in the morning, he usually went there.
At this time, the library hadn’t opened yet.
But there were already quite a few students lined up.
Zheng Fa stood behind a boy, who turned around and greeted him with a smile, “Up so early again? You’re more punctual than us grad students scrambling to finish our papers!”
This was a senior from the physics department, surnamed Yang, who had been coming to the library every day lately, probably working hard on his thesis, and had become somewhat familiar with Zheng Fa.
“You’re just a freshman; why not enjoy your college life a bit more?” Senior Yang seemed to reminisce about his own past. “Let me tell you, the first two years of college are the most comfortable days of your life… You can suffer through the library grind later.”
Zheng Fa shook his head.
Suffer?
He didn’t think so…
He really liked the library.
One reason was that he enjoyed reading there.
Sometimes, when he got tired of reading, he liked to observe the other students in the library—some were reading, some were solving problems.
Others might just be playing on their computers or phones.
Overall, everyone was quite quiet.
It felt a lot like the tranquility he had experienced recently in the Five Dragon Heavenly Palace.
But the reasons for this tranquility were different, which made him like the library even more.
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 180: Motivation**
Later, after running into Zheng Fa more often in the library, Senior Yang began to understand that although this freshman seemed a bit eccentric, he was actually quite normal.
Looking at Zheng Fa, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He thought he saw a bit of himself in this freshman—though this guy had a bit more hair, longer legs, and a smoother face.
Once upon a time, he too had been like this freshman, immersed in his studies and ignoring everything else.
But now, he felt he had made a mistake:
When your research talent doesn’t reach the level of those geniuses, being overly absorbed in studying isn’t necessarily the best choice:
For instance, he had no girlfriend, no job, and graduation was uncertain.
Seeing Zheng Fa made him reflect on these past experiences, and his enthusiasm for research waned a bit more.
Should he just give up and extend his studies?
…
At the library entrance, Tang Lingwu walked in lightly.
She approached Zheng Fa’s spot, and when Zheng Fa looked up at her, he put away the books and problem sets on his desk, and they walked out of the library side by side.
Seemingly wanting to avoid disturbing others, they only began to talk after stepping out of the reading room.
Senior Yang, who had been leaning against the railing to relax, couldn’t help but glance at the two—mainly at Tang Lingwu.
He had noticed her when she entered the library from the second floor.
He hadn’t expected her to be looking for this freshman…
He caught snippets of their conversation.
“What were you frowning about just now?” he heard the pretty girl ask the freshman.
“Nothing…” the freshman replied softly, “I was just thinking I need to find a way to make some money.”
Senior Yang felt a twinge of sympathy.
Didn’t this freshman just start college?
Was he already shouldering the burdens of life?
No wonder he was so serious about his studies.
“I have money, you know? Whatever you need, I can help you out,” the girl said, leaving him puzzled.
He even sensed a hint of grievance in her voice.
Grievance?
He looked up and saw that the girl was gazing at the freshman with a hurt expression.
“I know, I know,” he saw the freshman comforting her, “I know you have money, but with that much, you still have to explain it to your parents…”
“No need, I can just tell my mom I need a million; it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“…”
Senior Yang stood there, dumbfounded, watching Zheng Fa leave with Tang Lingwu.
His expression was quite complex.
He took a deep breath and slowly walked back into the reading room, determined to wrestle with his thesis.
At that moment, he deeply realized the difference between himself and Zheng Fa.
Moreover—this freshman had such a beautiful, wealthy girlfriend and was still working so hard.
What do I have besides research?
What right do I have to feel down?
…
Zheng Fa was unaware that he had unknowingly inspired Senior Yang. He looked at the slightly unhappy Tang Lingwu and felt a bit of a headache.
The two of them arrived at the nursing home together.
When Teacher Tian saw Tang Lingwu, she smiled and said, “What’s wrong? Why the long face?”
She seemed to have recovered well, even squatting on a patch of open ground, observing something.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but ask, “Teacher Tian, what are you doing?”
“I was thinking, even though we haven’t set up the lab, we can still start planting here. Just because we lack a lab doesn’t mean we can’t do research,” Teacher Tian replied with a smile. “The ground is ready, and if we add some base fertilizer, we can still catch a round of winter wheat.”
Zheng Fa was taken aback.
He suddenly realized his misunderstanding—he had been focused on setting up a perfect lab, but in reality, basic physical experiments could solve many of his confusions!
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 181: Experiment (3K6)**
In the modern nursing home, a long table was set up in front of Zheng Fa and the others.
On the table were a few small gadgets:
A strong magnet.
Several wires.
An ammeter.
A movable track.
Zheng Fa connected the wires to the ammeter.
He placed the magnet on the track, positioning it beneath the wires.
Anyone who has graduated from middle school knows that he was now replicating Faraday’s experiment on electromagnetic induction—why replicate this? Mainly because the equipment was cheap and easy to find; he had gathered everything from a hardware store.
Previously, when he first practiced the Ling Shan Fa, they had discovered that their phones had all malfunctioned.
At that time, there was a hypothesis—that spiritual energy could interfere with circuits.
As for whether the hypothesis was accurate or what kind of interference it caused, they had no idea.
Now, this was a kind of verification of that hypothesis.
Zheng Fa nodded at Tang Lingwu.
Tang Lingwu held the strong magnet and moved it quickly along the track, causing the needle on the ammeter to swing rapidly—indicating that a current was generated in the wire due to the change in the magnetic field.
This phenomenon didn’t surprise anyone.
“First experiment of magnetic induction: in a non-spiritual environment, a weak current is generated.”
The old man beside them scribbled in a small notebook, muttering to himself.
“Now I’m going to activate the Ling Shan Fa,” Zheng Fa said softly.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Zheng Fa sent two golden Qi symbols soaring into the sky, and a thin layer of spiritual energy gradually enveloped the equipment on the long table.
He gestured to Tang Lingwu.
Tang Lingwu, just like last time, quickly moved the magnet in her hand.
This time, the needle on the ammeter remained still.
“Second experiment: in a spiritual environment, no current in the wire.”
The old man recorded this result, muttering, “So spiritual energy interferes with electromagnetic induction.”
“Interferes… does that mean it suppresses it?” Zheng Fa murmured.
This meant that in a spiritual energy environment, modern electromagnetic theory was practically rendered useless.
“Wait!”
Suddenly, Tang Lingwu exclaimed softly.
“Hmm?”
Everyone turned to look at her, and she pointed at the ammeter.
“Just now, I didn’t move the magnet, but the needle on the ammeter suddenly moved!”
Zheng Fa and the others were taken aback and quickly looked at the ammeter.
After a long pause, the needle on the dial showed no change, and even Tang Lingwu began to doubt herself:
“Did I just imagine it?”
The old man shook his head and said, “It might not be your imagination; perhaps this ammeter is just a cheap model and not very stable.”
Just then, the needle on the ammeter began to shake wildly as if possessed.
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