241: Chapter 241 Processing

Three months later, Dormitory No. 10010.

"Thank you so much, Junior... ah, no, Mr. Scholar!"

A man wearing a blue and white school uniform with a noble temperament bowed excitedly and took a high-level storage brick with both hands.

"You're welcome."

Zhang Huaiyuan gave a polite smile:

"I've studied the materials you provided, and I'm relatively best at Material Science. So the refined research I did for you is 'Detailed Memory of the First Thousand Cross-sections of the god particle Basic Model.' Although it's not difficult, it's an innovative little concept. Passing the graduation assessment of the regular class won't be a problem."

"In addition, I've put some key points for the defense and possible questions at the end. As long as you memorize them, there will be absolutely no problem."

"This... thank you so much!"

The man couldn't help but be stunned; this was too professional!

As expected of a top student specially recruited by the academy into the Elite Zone!

Thinking this, he took out another crystal card and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"This is all the pocket money I have left for this school year. Once I graduate smoothly and get the reward from my family, I will definitely double my thanks to you."

1.5 million!

Zhang Huaiyuan glanced at it calmly, and the smile on his face became a bit more sincere:

"It's only right. I wish you a smooth graduation."

"I'll take your word for it, big boss. Then I'll head back to memorize the thesis!"

Watching the man's happy departure, Zhang Huaiyuan opened his communicator and sent a thank-you message to Fang Qingran.

Then he returned to his dormitory, carefully took out crystal cards showing different numbers from his storage device, and transferred them to his own card.

During this time, besides the usual ten-plus classes a day and self-study time, the rest of his time was spent completing commissions introduced by the Seventh Princess.

The academy's graduation requirements were extremely high.

For some ordinary geniuses who barely entered the preliminary exams relying on massive resources, it was almost an insurmountable chasm.

Therefore, the number of people coming to find him far exceeded his previous imagination.

In just three months, he had completed 41 commissions, with an average profit of about 1.2 million time coins.

Total income: 49.2 million!

This income couldn't be called low.

But thinking of his 2.0 billion debt and the construction cost of the Statue of Liberty needing at least 500 billion...

The little bit of joy rising in Zhang Huaiyuan's heart vanished.

"The road is long and the task is heavy."

Sighing, Zhang Huaiyuan returned to his study and began to consolidate and further expand on what he had learned for the day.

Although he relied on the 129,600 basic classics of various subjects he had read in the ruins, his foundation was already sufficient compared to ordinary students.

But there was still a slight gap compared to the most elite group. After all, he still relied heavily on the help of True Sight, which wasn't as helpful for some disciplines.

The sea of learning is boundless.

A true Scholar still needs to rely more on their own knowledge.

"Set an alarm for three hours and remind me then."

"Yes, Master."

...Meanwhile, at the Academic Affairs Office of the Time Book House.

"Director, we received an anonymous report."

A mentor solemnly took out a data storage device.

"Oh? Which one of you couldn't help but beat up a student again?"

The director took the storage device nonchalantly and joked:

"How many times have I told you? Let the flowers be flowers, and the trees be trees."

"No, Director. Someone reported that someone in the academy's Elite Zone is openly accepting money to commit academic fraud for some students."

The mentor quickly gave a brief account of the matter.

"Academic fraud?"

Hearing this, the director's expression also became serious.

Without a word, his consciousness delved into the storage device.

He saw a series of clearly secretly filmed images emerge, and on most of the backgrounds, there was the dormitory number 10010 and the presence of the same human male.

"Why is it him?"

The expression on the director's face froze, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Director, do you know this student? I checked the monitoring of the Virtual Tower's subsystem and found that the reported situation is true; there are a full 41 instances of fraud."

The mentor said tentatively, looking at the other's expression:

"I wonder how we should handle this?"

According to the normal process, for such a severe case, even a genius from the Elite Zone should be given a major demerit.

"You don't know him?"

The director sneered and tossed the storage device aside:

"Keep it for now; wait until the Principal returns from the seminar. Go and war—remind him not to do this anymore."

"Such a small matter needs to disturb the Principal? Just who is this kid, Director?"

The mentor suddenly became curious.

He had just finished a research project and returned from seclusion, not having had time to fully catch up on the latest news.

"The Virtual Tower Master and the Myriad Things Tower Master simultaneously took a disciple some time ago. Do you know about that?"

"Of course... wait, Director, you mean it's this ki—this student?"

The mentor's pupils shrank slightly as he suddenly realized.

No wonder they had to notify the Principal.

After all, the current Principal of the academy is one of the Virtual Tower Master's personal disciples!

"I understand. Then everything will wait until the Principal..."

"I just returned to the academy and heard you discussing me. What's happened?"

Before the voice had even faded, a voice containing some anger rang out.

Countless illusory lines appeared out of thin air, gradually turning from phantom to reality, becoming a tentacled lifeform somewhat similar to Kraft.

Principal Mild.

The director quickly stood up and bowed along with the other mentor.

"It's like this, there's a student..."

The two quickly recounted the matter.

"Oh? You mean my Junior Martial Brother completed 41 research results sufficient for ordinary students to graduate in just three short months?"

Mild tapped the air several times with interest, and research reports with clear and rigorous logic appeared. He didn't seem to care about the "academic fraud" at all.

"Eh... there's actually this method for memorizing the god particle. Quite interesting. Although it's useless for Scholars above the primary level, it's a very good introductory method for beginners."

"The design idea for this power arm is also very interesting. It's clear that he's thoroughly understood basic Mechanical Dynamics to make such a small design..."

The look of appreciation in Mild's eyes grew stronger, and he couldn't help but praise:

"As expected of the disciple the teacher personally examined and accepted. I originally thought my Junior Martial Brother came from a peripheral world and hadn't had much time to settle in, but I didn't expect his foundation to be so solid... It seems we'll have another main force for the Three Academies Academic Competition."

"Principal, has the date for the Three Academies Peak Academic Competition been set?"

Hearing this, the director couldn't help but show a look of concern.

"It's set. Three years from now, in the Origin Star Sea."

A smile squeezed onto Mild's originally serious face: "I was having a headache because there were no suitable candidates. This year's Elite Zone students are still a bit lacking compared to the top geniuses of the Leviathan Laboratory and the Holy Light Monastery. I didn't expect the teacher to send me such a good helper."

"Principal, then what about the report of academic fraud and those students who want to rely on cheating to graduate..."

The mentor on the side couldn't help but interject.

"What fraud?"

Before the Principal could speak, the Academic Affairs Director quickly interrupted:

"Isn't it only right for students to help each other? As a student in the Elite Zone, Student Zhang is willing to waste his precious time guiding students in the regular zone. That is a spirit of great love! I propose that Student Zhang be given priority for this school year's scholarship slots."

"Alright, alright."

Mild waved his hand dismissively: "It's just a small matter. Since you already have an idea, I'll leave it to you to handle. Also, look into this black sheep who likes to make anonymous reports. No real ability, just likes to pull strings behind the scenes and affect the academic atmosphere of my academy."

"Understood, Principal. I will definitely handle it strictly."

"Mhm."

Mild looked toward a certain part of the academy and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"It's about time I go see my Junior Martial Brother. Did the teacher and the others not give him research funding? How did he end up like this?"

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