The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 364 - 220: What, Miss Li can touch, but I can’t?

Chapter 364: Chapter 220: What, Miss Li can touch, but I can’t?

The restaurant was actually a business owned by the Dick Family, and that takeout dish combo was one of the contact secret codes.

Luckily, Jiang Shu didn’t make it difficult for him in this matter, and he indeed established contact with his family through this method.

However, from this point of view, Jiang Shu was not careful enough to have let himself find such an easy loophole in a place like this.

Or perhaps, his family had been careful enough that even Liu Tingruo hadn’t noticed that people from his family had already infiltrated this secret base.

That was the best outcome.

Diller inwardly rejoiced.

Furthermore, Jiang Shu, Liu Tingruo, and that waiter, these three people must pay for what they had done!

One to die, one to be imprisoned, and one to be turned into a slave after a brain transformation.

He thought with some resentment.

But this paper airplane...

He really couldn’t figure out why a paper airplane would appear in that place.

Was this some new high-tech gadget?

Diller frowned slightly.

Unlikely, as almost all high-tech products from the family had passed through his hands, and to a certain extent, he truly could be considered a polymath.

The Research Sequence of Lonely City wasn’t just about research; in some ways, they were more like a combination of scientists and engineers. Although they each had their own focus, they generally had a broad range of interests, whether in the domain of knowledge or hands-on practical skills.

To help him become a T1 of the Research Sequence as soon as possible, to become the "Moon" of the Research Sequence, his family had indeed invested immensely in him. The allocation of some educational and research resources was a given, and the family had used every means to acquire those research-related academic terms.

A large number of purple academic terms related to his field, along with memory transfer technology, were collected into his mind, which indeed greatly enhanced his learning efficiency. After synthesizing and understanding them, he indeed became a T1 before the age of thirty, barely comparable to the genius Liu Tingruo as the "Moon."

He didn’t have much introspection about this because he was bound to become a T1 eventually; it was just a matter of time. As for those who were deprived of academic terms, they could spend their whole lives hovering at T2 or even T3. Such people were not entitled to give way to him, were they?

What’s more, those T2s and T3s were bred intentionally for that very purpose: to provide academic terms for the more exceptional individuals and save them time.

Even if they were talented, they could not change their status as lowly citizens. After all, the breeders used all kinds of covert methods to provide these lowly citizens with ample educational and research resources, such as research subsidies and free tuition quotas.

Resources are always limited, and to obtain these resources, people naturally have to pay a price.

However, due to the influence of that madman from long ago, the market for memory USBs had significantly shrunk. It was not that the buyer’s market had shrunk, as there would always be buyers for such things; it was the seller’s market that had shrunk.

After all, the fig leaf of "closed management-style schools," which were nothing but processing plants for standardized term cultivation, had been completely torn off. Now, except for some more powerful and secretly hidden individuals who still dared to pull off this scheme, no one else dared to provide a protective umbrella for "closed management-style schools."

Of course, with money, memory USB issues could still be resolved, as long as the Dick Family was here, the Fifth District could not turn the sky upside down!

"Fifth District could not turn the sky upside down!"

In the room next to this basement, as Jiang Shu looked at the results of Mind Reading on the tablet, he scratched his head with some puzzlement and asked Liu Tingruo next to him, "Why would this guy think of ’academic terms’ and ’educational resources’ and all that nonsense at a time like this? What’s with ’Fifth District cannot turn the sky upside down’? Has his inner drama always been this intense?"

"Well... I really hadn’t noticed before, but even though he’s a T1, he’s nothing more than a lowly character," replied Liu Tingruo with an inexplicable expression on her face. She had never paid much attention to a guy like Diller.

Before, she couldn’t be bothered; now, there was no future to speak of.

Besides, she had always held contempt for the method of acquiring academic terms through term trafficking. After all, conducting research should not be motivated by utilitarian desires. Once utilitarianism takes over, that person’s research is likely to cause harm to humanity.

The Research Sequence had always been sacred in her eyes; it was the sense of responsibility to bring welfare to humanity that made her willing to invest her youth in the sea of learning.

As for someone like Diller...

It was simply a disgrace to the face of the Research Sequence, revolting.

At this moment, Liu Tingruo made no attempt to conceal her disgust for him, both personally and academically.

Beta: With Dick here, Fifth District can’t turn the sky upside down! —— Zhibiao Diller Sun.

Ding: When I was a child, the homeroom teacher always said, "You study for yourself, not for others." But now it seems, some people really do study for the sake of others, QAQ.

Gamma: Lonely City is better, I am a study slacker and I am proud.

Jiang Shu: " ..."

He kicked the chatting Tablet Spirits to one side—fortunately, the one live commenting wasn’t in control of his little armor, so Liu Tingruo didn’t notice the situation here.

"However, Sister Ruo," Jiang Shu suddenly thought of something but was careful to issue a disclaimer before getting angry, "if, and I mean if, I don’t endorse this practice, but if someone were to extract the research memories from an old scientist at T1 when he is old and dying, and then transfer them into another’s brain, couldn’t this prolong the research project? Scientific progress would advance indefinitely because one of the biggest problems inhibiting scientific progress is time and death, yet I seem to have not heard of such a thing..."