Today is not a day off, most people are at work, and the children who come to the library to read comics and villain books are also gathered downstairs, and there are not many people in the reading area.

The gentle sunlight on the spotless wooden table brings a sense of calm to the surrounding silence.

Su Mufeng casually found a place to sit down, glanced around casually, but just happened to see the figure of the girl with glasses.

No, not so much a figure, but the hair peeking out from behind a stack of books.

- I can't even see my forehead, how short you are, girl!

Su Mufeng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, but he was also a lot more relaxed under the joy, and leisurely opened a book of "Introduction to the Systematization of Legalist Thought", Su Mufeng quickly immersed himself in the grand and complex theoretical world.

In the center of the wall of the reading area, a quaint clock hangs, and the hands are turning slowly.

Time passed.

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When there was a faint feeling of hunger in his abdomen, Su Mufeng suddenly realized that it was noon.

He rubbed his eyes a little worriedly, feeling indescribably tired, he had not rested for more than forty hours, and had spent a lot of time studying these complex theories, Su Mufeng's energy had indeed reached its limit.

Since he had just acquired his talent qi for less than a day, his control over talent qi was quite weak, and he used the flow of talent qi to maintain his body, which was only barely strong.

Su Mufeng looked around, basically everyone was almost gone, except for himself, there was only - well, where is the glasses girl?

Su Mufeng was stunned for a moment and looked at the table.

In the morning, the girl with glasses seemed to have finished reading several books, so the height of the stack of books had also dropped a lot—at least Su Mufeng could finally see her black-rimmed glasses.

It's really hard.,Is it really a learning literary girl? Su Mufeng smiled dumbly and thought to himself.

Then he saw the bespectacled girl look up.

Staring――

Su Mufeng, cold sweat slipped down.

Smiling awkwardly, Su Mufeng quickly lowered his head and continued to read hard. Seriously, being stared at by this girl is too much psychological pressure.

That clear and calm gaze was almost like seeing his soul through his eyes.

The girl in glasses stared up for a moment, then lowered her head again.

Her eyes were always as calm as water.

Su Mufeng's notebook has been densely recorded with a lot of things, and a string of clippings and letters have been drawn up and down, mixed with eye-catching big characters such as "law", "technique", and "royal road", which looks disorganized.

He rubbed his forehead with some distress, stared at the pile of ghost drawings in his notebook, and muttered to himself, "The general theoretical framework has been understood. But where to start? ”

It can be said that these books have their own points of view, and their academic value is indeed immeasurable when they are studied from different perspectives of pre-Qin Legalist thought. But herein lies the problem.

Where did he start to explain Legalist thought to Han Fei?

Is it according to the timeline of the emergence of the pioneers of the Legalists?

Or is it one of the three major fields of law, art, and potential, and then gradually extend and bypass?

Su Mufeng has been stuck in this problem for more than half an hour, but he has no idea of solving it.

He also has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and in his usual studies, he will not give up until he solves a problem.

"If I don't figure this out, I'm not going to eat yet!" Su Mufeng gritted his teeth and continued to toss the notebook in his hand.

His voice was a little loud, alarming the glasses girl who was reading not far away.

The girl pushed her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and glanced at Su Mufeng.

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Another more than two hours passed.

Su Mufeng looked at the ghost-drawn notebook in front of him with a broken face, and the large pile of books lined up.

His stomach was really growling, but he was locked in the cage of his own logic, and he couldn't figure out where the entrance to the theoretical framework had gone.

"Oh my God, I'm a science student!" Su Mufeng covered his forehead in pain, and he felt the urge to jump off the building because of these large paragraphs of theoretical texts.

God, what's the difference between this and letting a liberal arts student learn the theory of relativity?

"Just teach Han Fei mathematics, physics and chemistry well, let her lead the people of the Warring States to climb the science and technology tree, muskets, cannons, atomic bombs, and push the six countries to unify Central Continent. If Kong Sheng hangs again, can he take a high-yield nuclear bomb? ”

Su Mufeng had broken thoughts in his heart, and he could force him out of this nonsense idea, which showed how painful the sorting out of these theories was.

Of course, the so-called climbing of the technology tree is just a joke, even if the theoretical research is three to five thousand years ahead, the most basic productivity and basic process problems can make the budding of the science and technology tree drown in the quagmire.

In the Warring States period, which could not be made by a single screw, an atomic bomb was made? Hehe, are you kidding me?

At most, it was just to wait for Han Fei to participate in politics and teach her some agricultural techniques and metal smelting techniques that could meet the level of productivity at that time.

Right now.

"Continue-Study-Research-" Su Mufeng gritted his teeth and was murderous.

His stubbornness was completely aroused.

A dignified science tyrant, can't you even figure out the question of the sequence of a spell potential?

Not far away, the girl with glasses who had been sitting in the seat raised her head again and glanced at Su Mufeng.

This time, there was a hint of strange love in the girl's eyes.

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Two hours later.

Su Mufeng was expressionless, sitting on the chair, looking up to the sky in a daze.

"I'm so hungry."

But why hasn't it been figured out?

Su Mufeng wanted to cry without tears.

He knew that his train of thought should have reached a dead end, and he had tried to divert direction, but the obstacles left over from the old way of thinking continued to hinder him.

Only now, his brain has finally turned into a mess.

"Do you still give up?"

Gently rubbing his temples that ached faintly from exhaustion, the bloodshot in Su Mufeng's eyes became more and more obvious, and he smiled helplessly, as if mocking his stubbornness.

In fact, when he encounters a dead end for the first time, he should change directions, or go out for a walk to relax, eat something to replenish energy, and it is best to sleep well, so that the body that has been pushed to the limit can recover to a normal state.

In this way, his future research can avoid many unnecessary detours, and the cost performance and efficiency are obviously higher.

But he still didn't want to just give up.

At least not to the real limit, then you can't give up.

It's not so much an obsessive-compulsive disorder as it is, a psychological shadow, right?

As if remembering some distant memories, Su Mufeng's smile became a little bitter.

Because there used to be ...... Give up something very important too early and too early, so you don't want to give up casually?

"But I'm at my limit, both physically and mentally."

Sighing softly helplessly, Su Mufeng shook his head and stretched out his hand to put away the notebook and those books.

It was almost five o'clock, almost dinner time, and the spring sun had set early, and the sky had already felt a little gray.

In the afternoon, when it is almost dusk, people's shadows will be stretched for a long, long time.

is like the shadow of the girl in front of Su Mufeng's eyes.

Su Mufeng looked up in astonishment.

With old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, the girl silently looked down at Su Mufeng's eyes, her eyes as calm as water.

Some yellowed sunlight hit the girl's long black hair, rendering a pale golden glow.

"I can help you."

The voice was immature, with a little indifference.

“…… As a token of appreciation for your morning actions. ”

As if to emphasize something, the girl added an accent to the word "gratitude".

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