Time flies by in a state of full remedial condition, and for weeks, Jonny's schedule has been almost completely filled with his various 'tutoring' plans.

At home, he plots out what he needs to master or has just learned, and then spends his lunch break and after school going to the library to look it up, and every strange thing in the new world that he has just learned often involves more unknowns.

After continuous trial and verification, Jonny is now gradually familiar with the general scope and scale of the information blockade of the Union.

For those prompts that pop up on the screen, the red permission warning indicates that the content is confidential and requires a very high information permission to be removed; The yellow ones must be experts and scholars related to the content; The blue ones are your age or you haven't saved enough reading points.

A large number of authoritative books and professional books are classified as soon as they are published, and the personal information of the readers is verified in the information channel for a long time. The automatic scanning process will inadvertently verify the identity of the viewer to ensure that the user and the loggiver match for a long time.

Therefore, Jonny speculates that this may be a good thing for intellectual property protection for literary or professional creations. Because the cost of cracking is no longer cheap, and the audience is not much left, this probably explains why he has not been able to find a 'pirated' copy in this channel for a long time.

About Luna. Sorkins, a classmate of Li Bai's class, behaved almost like Jonny, going to the library every afternoon to read a book quietly. Of course, sometimes I go to a corner of the library and put on a 'cortical helmet' to watch those immersive fragmented documentaries.

Jonny had tried the novelty at first, and it was similar to the Scene Displacer, but it was far less efficient and faster than the library reading device to get information, so he only played it a few times.

Jonny's thirst for knowledge for this strange generation kept Jonny on his heartstrings, and whenever he arrived at the Newton Library, he would always sit at the same reading table and continue to wander through the vast sea of information.

Because she was in the same class, and because there were very few visitors to the Newton Library during school hours, Luna would greet Jonny when she came or went.

The girl either smiled at him in a friendly way, or called him by name. She always saw Jonny reading tirelessly at the reading table, and his addiction to information seemed extraordinary.

Luna's attitude gradually changed after this, but after a few days, she was no longer taboo and reserved, and sometimes she would sit next to see what Jonny was up to.

From the conversation with Luna, Jonny learned that there was no information stored in the Newton Wimbledon Library, and all the data in it was provided through the Union's Education Committee through the high-speed route.

But it is precisely because of Luna's appearance, along with her increasingly friendly attitude, that it provides a shortcut for Jonny to explore the truth of this world, so he can't help but take off the mask of his original defense, humbly seek advice from this female student, and compare it with the current world with the theories she knows from the old world from time to time.

This is undoubtedly very new and interesting for Luna, and she begins to discuss the contradictions and paradoxes between various things with Jonny.

Luna was also secretly smacking her tongue in her heart about the complexity of the materials that Jonny was looking for, and it was true that a guy who had been reading "Hekate Extreme Day" the day before, this kind of popular science miscellaneous that only graduate students in the school city would pay attention to, and the next day, he became interested in women's books such as "Easy Cooks of Ibic".

Luna was surprised and even more guessed that this transfer student with strange ideas was either a weirdo with some strange purpose and wanted to recompile the bizarre directory involving all the fields of the Silver Alliance, or, well, hum, just another purposeless fool with a habit of gathering information.

She couldn't help but re-examine Jonny every day, from initial disdain to curiosity to admiration. This guy who even had a problem registering on the first day had a mysterious deep look and an amazing desire to learn, and inadvertently, a strange ripple gradually spread in the girl's heart.

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Joanna sat helplessly waiting for her son in the flying car, her eyes looking out the window, and her finger on the 'dial-out' bar on the call panel of the car communicator opened in front of her couldn't be pressed for a long time.

As a full-time housewife, without a husband and with children growing up, her life has become more and more idle, so much so that she doesn't know what to do many times.

Although the agreed time with her son has not yet arrived, Joanna still drives the car to the parking lot early every time, and quietly waits for her son to come out, just like the more than ten years of parenting she has already spent.

Jonny stayed at school for longer and longer, which made her worry at first, but her son would always call first to inform him, and then always show up in the parking lot on time according to the postponement time.

In order to see if her son, who had just recovered from a miraculous illness, was reading in the library after school as he said, Joanna also secretly went to the library to see the clues, like all mothers, but when she saw her child at the reading table attentively, there was nothing worth worrying about.

Joanna didn't really care about Jonny's sudden enthusiasm for staying in the library to look up materials. She didn't care about a child who had been introverted for more than ten years, and as soon as she got better, she immediately became a typical bookworm, because such a situation was not unfamiliar to her.

As a child, Johnny paid great attention to many strange things, and when he was still seven or eight years old, he used to stay on the hill outside his house, doing nothing, just lying on the grass in front of the door, watching the giant cave ants carry the scattered ears of wheat in an orderly manner. He sometimes traced the source of the ant colony, and on several occasions climbed down the valley floor from a hill with some slopes.

Joanna, who was very worried about this, had said that he had told him countless times, but her son, who had always been obedient, launched the characteristic madness of autistic children after being grounded, until she had never seen such a situation, and Joanna, who was half frightened, hurriedly opened the door of the house and let him lie on the ground to continue admiring.

"Soldier...... My ......" Joanna will never forget the nonsense he was talking to himself about the ants.