Before this, he had made sufficient mental preparations. He thought he could be calm and composed in front of Nuss, but when he was really there, he realized...
What kind of terrifying existence is the so-called "Ye Guang Shi"?
Nus was an extremely tall man, standing at a full two meters in height. His muscles were not thick but extremely strong and well-proportioned, full of a strong sense of power. Even through his long-sleeved military uniform, one could feel his remarkable aura.
Such a little giant stood in front of him, carrying the pressure of a superior like a landslide, with a cold expression and indifferent eyes, looking down at him condescendingly... That kind of experience is not something that ordinary people can adapt to.
"Is this... the 'Metallurgist' who really fought his way out of the battlefield and the sea of blood... I can almost smell the blood on him..."
The school leader who served as the tour guide swallowed his saliva, but maintained a respectful smile on his face.
He knew that Nus had no ill intentions, and what was causing him great psychological burden at the moment was just the residual power that the other party unconsciously revealed.
That aura and pressure...had become one with his flesh and blood through years of battles and training, and was difficult to separate.
The gap between the legendary strong and the mortals was vividly reflected at this moment: the former's mere existence, even if it did nothing, was enough to have a huge impact on the latter.
Even though the tour guide had a stronger mentality than most people, he didn't dare to get too close. He subconsciously stopped, slowed down his breathing, and spoke in a much lower volume, fearing that he would anger the other party:
"Sir, please follow me."
Nus glanced at the school leader lightly and nodded silently to show his approval.
For some reason, the tour guide felt as if his entire body was being scanned by some invisible but absolutely irresistible force, but nothing happened.
He felt a little relieved, bowed to Nus, then turned around and led Nus towards the depths of the campus with several other school leaders:
"Your Excellency, this is our North Campus, the oldest campus. It is almost the same age as the Empire and was established twenty years earlier than the South Campus..."
The school leaders endured the invisible pressure and introduced the scenery along the way to Nus with enthusiasm, occasionally inserting some details about the school.
And Nus, the "Giant" field "Metallurgist" whose body was like a marble sculpture, just followed behind them calmly. Facing the leaders' explanations, he just nodded from time to time, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"…Regarding this 'academic competition', it is a tradition that our school has established since its founding. Originally, it was -"
"I have a question."
After the group had walked together for more than ten minutes, Nuss suddenly spoke, interrupting the leaders' narration.
His voice is neither magnetic nor clean and clear; it is rough, hoarse and low, but not harsh or unpleasant. Instead, it is filled with a vague majesty.
This was the first time he spoke since arriving at the Imperial University. The school leaders standing nearby fell silent at the same time, thinking that they had not done something well enough to cause his disgust, and they all looked at each other with slightly nervous expressions.
Then, the "tour guide" at the beginning pursed his lips and said cautiously:
"If you have any questions, please feel free to ask us and we will do our best to answer them."
"This event you organized is so large-scale, you must have arranged for strong people to ensure safety in secret, right?"
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Nuss did not offer any comments.
"Well, of course," the tour guide nodded as a matter of course. "This is not only responsible for the personal safety of the students, but also for the reputation of the empire. We will never allow any safety accidents to happen on such an important day."
Hearing his answer, Nuss frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and asked without any tone:
"Who is there?"
"Have……"
The tour guide thought for a moment and answered seriously:
"The principal, Mr. Roman, you know, is a wizard whose strength should not be underestimated. As for the others... I'm very sorry, I don't know either, but this is not an oversight, but the school is deliberately concealing it.
"In this way, there is no need to worry that a school leader, for some ulterior motive, will inform others of the security arrangements and distribution within the school, causing unpredictable consequences."
"very good."
Nous's expression remained unchanged, still that resolute and indifferent look, and he nodded slightly:
“It’s a reasonable setup.”
After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth and said nothing more.
Seeing Nus finish his words, the leaders felt that he did not seem to have any opinions on their work, so they all breathed a sigh of relief as if they had overcome some difficulties:
"Next is the North Square, also known as the Autumn Wind Square. This is a great place for students to have outdoor activities and has a wide range of sports facilities..."
The leaders began their formulaic explanations again, but Nus's mind didn't seem to be here.
For a moment, he lowered his head, his lips moving slightly, as if he was whispering something.
It was a whisper that only he could hear:
"…Who is it…the powerful person who is protecting me in secret, or…"
Chapter 341 The Advent of Electricity
In a green forest in a relatively remote location in Beiyuan.
Donna sat on a chair, facing the "enthusiastic" players at the tables in front of her, with an awkward and helpless smile on her face, and her expression and sitting posture seemed a little uneasy.
This game can actually be played by one player as well. The reason why it is designed for two people to play together is just an accidental flash of inspiration. I thought it might be more playable and challenging if two people worked together to overcome difficulties.
But this situation... was something she hadn't expected...
"Snapped!"
A girl, with a furious look on her face, slapped the boy opposite her hard. It was obvious that she was really angry. She slapped the boy's head so hard that he twisted it and took several steps back.
After being slapped, the boy did not give the other party any face at all. He was so angry that his face turned red and his eyes were wide open. He raised his hand as if to hit back.
On both sides of another table, two boys who looked very similar were furious, pointing at each other and swearing at each other, their words were so ugly that they were unbearable to hear.
Next to them, two girls who had been very close to each other just a dozen minutes ago were fighting each other, mocking and insulting each other with the most vicious language, and it was very difficult for the audience to pull them apart.
Similar scenes of "brothers breaking up", "lovers breaking up" and "close friends leaving each other" occurred frequently in the previous hour or so, the only difference was the intensity.
In just one hour, Donna sat at the edge of the venue and witnessed at least ten breakups and even fights on the spot.
At first, Donna wanted to stop the fight, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Even once she intervened between the two, both sides would ask her to "judge the matter" for them, and no matter whether she spoke for one of the parties or tried to mediate, the result was to escalate the conflict to a more serious level.
Over time, Donna became a little numb. She sat in a chair and calmly watched the scene in front of her that was full of tension all the time.
"…You stupid pig! I met you again!"
"Damn it, come again! I don't believe it!"
“…Hey, hey, hey, everyone come and help, quickly throw these two people who are fighting out, they are blocking the people waiting in line behind them!”
"..."
"Uh, well, I mean...it's getting late, I should close the stall..."
It was unknown whether it was because she couldn't bear to cause more tragedy, or because she simply couldn't stand the smell of gunpowder at the scene, Donna hesitated for a while, then weakly raised a hand and said in a thin voice:
"Let's meet again tomorrow..."
"Shut up!"
Before she could finish her words, almost everyone present stopped what they were doing at the same time, even those who were arguing or fighting stopped arguing, and shouted in unison, glaring at Donna.
"Well……"
Donna shrank her neck immediately after being pierced by dozens of extremely sharp gazes. The courage she had finally mustered was completely extinguished in an instant.
At this point, this little game is no longer just a game. Driven by the passion of countless students, it has evolved into a high ground that concerns one's own face, dignity, and dreams!
"If I forcibly take the equipment away now, they will definitely tear it apart on the spot..."
Donna shrugged angrily, shrank in her chair and dared not say anything more.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time in the indescribable "lively" atmosphere, the morning sun gradually became hotter, and the angle of light slowly rose, moving towards the zenith.
The gradually rising temperature made Donna, who had gotten up early, feel a little sleepy. She leaned against the back of the chair with her head drooped, looking tired and lazy.
"...You made all these things?"
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly floated into my ears.
It was like a fresh and gentle breeze that took away all her tiredness and made her suddenly awake.
"Well?!"
Upon hearing the voice, Donna shuddered, her whole body straightened up, and she looked to her side with wide eyes - that was the direction where the voice came from.
"Xiao-yao!?"
What caught my eye was a figure wearing a junior girl's uniform. She was slender and petite, a little taller than me, with black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Donna immediately recognized this person's identity. It was Sister 105 who had been providing her with accommodation during this period and had a subtle relationship with Sister Bernice.
At this time, the mysterious girl was standing next to her chair, with her hands behind her waist and her eyes looking straight ahead. There was a hint of curiosity flashing in her dark brown eyes, as if she was observing the strange-looking gaming equipment in front of her.
“You, you’re here…”
After the initial shock, Donna was first filled with strong doubts. She looked at Yao Lingwu from head to toe in confusion, then asked:
"Why are you dressed like this?"
In her memory, Xiaoyao almost always wore that loose and simple long black cloak.
There would be some changes occasionally, for example, sometimes she would be seen wearing a very strange light-colored outfit, which was different from the style of any country or region that Donna knew.
But in general, Xiaoyao's dressing style gives people an impression of being aloof and different, yet inexplicably in line with her own temperament.
In Donna's opinion, this is the image that the legendary "hermit" should have: unique and independent.
This time, it was the first time she saw Xiaoyao wearing clothes that were familiar to her, and it was the most familiar school uniform.
In addition to the school uniform that she got from somewhere, she also wore a light-colored round-brimmed sun hat.
The shadow cast by the brim of the hat slightly covered half of her face, making her overly stunning appearance not too breathtaking. It also made her look more approachable, so that she did not appear overly noble and holy, which would make people feel inferior and awed.
If Xiaoyao usually seems like a divine messenger who is otherworldly, mysterious, and detached from the mundane world, then at this moment her temperament is closer to that of a pretty and lovely girl next door.
This makes her look... unique?
"Canyang, what the hell am I thinking about!"
Donna suppressed the strange thoughts that inexplicably emerged in her mind and pulled her thoughts back to the present. After adjusting her expression, she looked at Qi Ji's profile and asked:
"Xiaoyao, why are you here? Are you interested in these toys?"
"Well, I am certainly interested."
Qi Ji nodded in affirmation. Feeling the gazes from the students from all directions, she couldn't help but reach out a hand to push the brim of her hat down further:
"I wonder what powers these devices? They don't seem to use spiritual power."
After the deity came here in person, she used her own perception to scan all the gaming equipment on the field and confirmed that they were indeed operated based on the principles of electricity.
When asking Donna now, I mainly want to use a guiding approach to let her take the initiative to express her own understanding in this regard, so that I can have a deeper and more appropriate understanding of her mentality and thinking during the process of discovery and invention.
Maybe you can dig out some valuable content from it.
"Of course not. I'm just an ordinary person. It's impossible for me to process anything involving spiritual power..."
Donna replied, her eyes dimmed a little, and she seemed a little lonely.
"Then how did you do it?" Qi Ji asked in a persuasive manner.
"Well, it's a long story... Anyway, this is a phenomenon I discovered by chance some time ago!"
When Donna heard Qi Ji asking about the details of her work, she suddenly felt excited that her efforts were recognized. She immediately became energetic and seemed to have opened up a conversation. She explained with a bright look in her eyes:
"As long as a specific chemical solution is connected through a specific metal component to form a physical closed circuit, it can generate a kind of... um... endless... energy?
"I don't know how to describe it. There is no knowledge about this in the physics textbooks, and I don't know if the textbooks for higher grades will mention it...
"I will regard it as a kind of energy hidden in the material. I gave it a name myself, called -
"electricity."
Chapter 342: Words That Don’t Belong to This World…
"!"
The moment Donna uttered the noun, Qi Ji felt as if a heavy bomb was thrown into his mind, which exploded.
Because when Donna pronounced the word "electricity", it was neither a word with a similar meaning in the human common language, nor a similar meaning translated to her by her own "Language Commonality" skill...
And it is this pronunciation of “dian4” that comes from our motherland, the Chinese language!
