Study Monster Cultivation System-Chapter 354 - 353 bizarre-shaped souls

At one fifty, all the new students of Yingpei had already arrived in the classroom.

At such times, everyone’s personality became apparent.

Those averse to socializing, with a tendency towards being homebodies, would choose to look down at their phones.

But in reality, they themselves did not know what they were playing with, mostly just pretending to be busy to avoid revealing their socially anxious nature.

Extroverts who loved social interaction, on the other hand, would use this brief time to move around and get to know each other, evidently unable to wait to start their open and free university life.

Among them, Wu Yue was undoubtedly the most enthusiastic, rushing back and forth in front of and behind the classroom, shuttling between upperclassmen and freshmen, even though there were still many people who did not know him, he had already exhibited strong organizational skills and abundant energy.

But the four people sitting in a row in room 305, no one paid any attention to.

Firstly, there was Mo Nian, whose styling was so JOJO that it made one wonder if he was a foreign student from Mongolia or South America, perhaps unable to speak Chinese.

And the leader, he looked more like a drifter who moved from place to place, merely settling here for the day.

As for Yang Jun, even though he sat there properly, he was hardly noticeable.

These three people were like three black holes, engulfing the dazzling Li Zheng, making it difficult for classmates to approach.

In fact, Li Zheng was willing to actively walk around and make acquaintances with high academic achievers.

But he was very afraid of introducing himself.

Lake Ying, Li Zheng, competitions, these things contained too much content.

If others talked about these past experiences and he did not, it seemed hollow, pretentious.

If he talked about them, he feared hurting others.

It was like an inner strength master with tremendous power, perhaps a mere breath could internally injure those nearby.

There was no helping it, these were considerations a master must make, a person with a girlfriend was indeed so gentle.

In the silence, Wu Yue, holding a roster, called out to the row where room 305 was.

"Li Zheng, are all four people here?" Wu Yue compared the names on the list with the actual persons, growing more uncertain.

"We’re here." Li Zheng raised his hand, gesturing to the leader beside him, "From now on, Tu Yikou is the dorm leader, if there’s anything, just talk to him."

"Hmm..." Wu Yue swallowed his saliva, finding this decision hard to believe.

"Wait." Mo Nian’s eyebrows tightened as he turned his head, "What about my democratic rights?"

Li Zheng leaned forward, "How about... we have an on-the-spot election?"

"Good." Mo Nian nodded in agreement, "I choose Tu."

This is the same thing!

Li Zheng turned to look at Yang Jun, "And you?"

Yang Jun nodded obediently, "I’ll listen to brother."

"Then it’s Tu Yikou," Li Zheng nodded to Wu Yue.

"Well..." Wu Yue looked at Tu Yikou, asking tentatively, "Tu... Brother Tu, could you join the dorm leader’s group later?"

Tu Yikou still sat very loosely, nodding with crossed arms, "Got it."

Wu Yue felt like he was paying respect to a gang leader, glancing at Li Zheng with a look of grievance.

Why, why wouldn’t you be the dorm leader...

Li Zheng could only offer a bashful smile.

Clearly, Tu Yikou was a person without any sense of responsibility, not just towards others, but towards himself as well.

Becoming the dorm leader was a trial for him, if in the end he still chose to waste away, to give up, to indulge in something else, then this person really would be just all talk, nothing more.

By that time, he would accept the position of dorm leader.

At two o’clock sharp, the orientation officially began.

First of all, was a speech by Dean Niu Gang.

Although the name was fierce, the dean himself was a very sophisticated intellectual, always with a child-like smile when speaking, and given his background in philosophy, exuded a sense of returning to simplicity and substantialness.

In his introduction, in addition to the freedom of course selection, the biggest difference between Yingpei and other colleges was the extremely rich variety of activities, both academic and interest-based, with many international youth projects and forums preferring first to partner with Yingpei.

It could basically be understood that Yingpei College was the brand of China’s contemporary young people, the best among the best.

At the same time, Yingpei welcomed both arts and sciences, for science students, it naturally had the temperament of humanities and philosophy, and for arts students, it had a strong spirit of scientific reasoning.

When reaching the climax of his speech, Niu Gang painted a picture of the future with words.

"In just two years of education, we cannot make every student unparalleled."

"But we are confident that we can at least let everyone be at peace with themselves, or to use a trendy term—achieve unity of knowledge and action."

"Here, please feel free to become the person you want to be, do the things you want to do with gusto."

"I, along with the entire faculty and staff of Yingpei College, will serve your ideals and defend your rights."

"Welcome everyone to Yingpei College."

"Thank you."

Amidst applause, Niu Gang waved his hand as he left the stage, hurrying to the next meeting.

This type of speech actually didn’t satisfy Li Zheng.

Why did it not mention studying throughout?

It was obvious that Jun Bao’er wasn’t very pleased either.

Talk of a free soul and an open world, though splendid, was incredibly ungrounded, giving him an inevitable sense of a petty bourgeois indulgence, even though he still didn’t know what petty bourgeois meant.

Next came the speech from the chair of the student council, Senior Sister Chang Keqing.

If Dean Niu Gang’s speech was more like an advertisement, with beautiful wording that sparked imagination,

then Chang Keqing’s speech was like a guidebook, with every word directing your next steps in life.

From dormitory utilities to activity room opening hours.

From project registration to scholarship application guidelines.

Clear in importance and concise in expression, it seemed that every sentence was a carefully crafted and simplified syntax, filled with the cool and clear lines typical of a science student.

Though some might find it boring and bland, Li Zheng took his notes with great enthusiasm.

The only problem was that she spoke too fast, and occasionally he couldn’t write down everything in time.

Afterward, following self-introductions by the counselor and homeroom teacher, two sophomores gave speeches, mainly focused on activities and research projects.

Activities, mainly in the form of academic exchanges, community involvement, and interest groups, were organized by the student council and the school, which one could sign up for anytime on the college website.

Projects were initiated by students themselves, requiring only a group of four to apply for a start-up, with the school providing resources and conducting annual assessments and evaluations.

Of course, even if the college did not approve a project, students could still continue it without the college’s resources.

After these follow-up speeches, the orientation meeting concluded, and the four freshman classes were organized by their temporary class leaders to dash to four small classrooms for further arrangements and notifications.

The sophomore student officers who had spoken earlier also slipped into the four classes to help organize and complete the first class meeting.

So, 5 minutes later...

Chang Keqing entered Classroom 2, where Li Zheng was, holding her phone.

Wu Yue, who was about to speak, hastily gave up the spot upon seeing her, "Senior Sister Chang... please..."

"Just here to take pictures of the event," said Chang Keqing nonchalantly as she took photos and moved to the back of the classroom, "We can discuss anything unclear later."

"Okay," replied Wu Yue on hearing this and returned to the front of the class, taking a deep breath.

It was time to show real organizational strength.

Go ahead and take your pictures of me!

However, in reality...

In just one minute, Chang Xueqing had already taken 25 photos of Li Zheng!

Although she remained composed, her heart was racing, and her hands moved with incredible speed.

She had long since rationalized it in her heart.

Everyone’s a bit debased; who isn’t?

As long as you don’t show it, no one knows.

Also, can you choose a class president already?

Only then can we communicate naturally!

Meanwhile.

Because Chang Keqing had turned her attention to Class 2 and was moving around taking pictures frantically,

all the boys in the class felt the idol burden on their shoulders, each harboring the delusion that she was specifically taking pictures of them.

Even the most introverted boy, who was constantly on his phone, perked up with spirited eyes.

Of course, a leader can never just sit straight; it’s impossible for them to sit straight in this lifetime.

Mo Nian, as always, showed no interest in girls, his expression stony, like a statue in the wilderness.

As for Yang Jun...

He had completely straightened up, sitting as neatly as an elementary school student, even his glasses seemed shinier.

Li Zheng couldn’t help but admit, the senior sister was truly impressive.

Suddenly, he found himself missing Shen Yiyun.

He wondered how much she weighed now.

At the front, the acting class leader Wu Yue began to speak.

"Not to waste everyone’s time, there are three things for our first class meeting."

"First, self-introductions from the whole class, and those interested in starting projects can also present their pitches."

"Second, elect two class heads, one male and one female, a primary and a deputy."

"Third, raise questions and seek advice, to be relayed to the counselor and senior students by the class heads for prompt communication."

"If there are no objections, let’s start with the self-introductions. We’ll go in order of our seating, and I’ll start."

Clearing his throat, Wu Yue began his introductory speech with confident articulation.

"My name is Wu Yue, from Jijing, graduated from Ji University Affiliated High School, and served as class president for 12 years."

"Yes, ever since I became a class leader, I’ve been familiar with the routine, so I took the initiative to act as the interim president here. I’m also officially announcing my candidacy for class president and hope that everyone will actively sign up."

"Back to the main topic,"

"Our class is full of talented individuals. I won’t go into talking about competitions, top students, or student council members; let’s talk about study interests and hobbies instead."

"I don’t really like science subjects. In my heart, there’s always been a seed for the humanities; I only chose science because it’s easier to pass the exams."

"Here at Yingpei, my plan is to engage more with literature, history, and philosophy. I’ve finally finished my college entrance exams, and just like Dean Niu said, I’ll work hard to become the person I want to be."

"As for hobbies, anything to do with literature, movies, basketball, or discussion groups, just count me in."

"That’s all for the introduction. We’re all classmates here; we’ll get to know each other over time."

"While I’m here, I’d like to propose a research topic, tentatively titled—"

"’The Future of Civilization Viewed through the History of Philosophy in China and Abroad’."

"In simple terms, a group of us will study and comb through the history of philosophy, trying to summarize the nature, characteristics, advantages, and disadvantages of current mainstream civilizations, and attempt to analyze how the temperaments of civilizations might change in a globalized environment."

"Interested classmates can come to talk to me anytime."

"Lastly, one more thing, which is very important."

"I’m single."

Accompanied by laughter, Wu Yue stepped down from the stage, content.

Such a speech, rich in content, provided a template for the following students, and he even ended with a joke, making it a great introduction.

In this aspect, he’s like an upgraded version of Jiang Qinghua.

Li Zheng didn’t mean to pick on Jiang Qinghua; it was just that whenever he thought of a class leader, he couldn’t think of anyone else.

Next, starting from the first row, everyone in the class took turns going up on stage to introduce themselves.

These students, when placed in their local areas, were almost all gold medalists in competitions, valedictorians by standard. Throwing out just one of their titles could dazzle anyone, but at Ji University, no one dared to show off. Following Wu Yue’s style of introduction, gold medalists only mentioned "having participated in XX competition," and the top scholars from counties and cities only mentioned their origins.

As for hobbies and interests, they were quite conservative in their responses. Claiming to enjoy video games was pretty much the limit. After over a dozen introductions, not a single one professed a love for two-dimensional space.

That is, until a girl with brown long hair wearing a loose blue dress stood up and walked towards the podium.

The atmosphere, once immersed, instantly stirred.

Beside her, a yawning leader suddenly sat up straight, his Adam’s apple trembling as he spoke, "This... This has gotta be a crime..."

Indeed, looking at this girl gave one a sense of committing a crime.

Because she appeared far too young.

Young in every sense of the word.

And it was obvious she was of mixed heritage.

Though one hated to use the term,

If lolitas had a physical form, it could only look something like this.

Seemingly very sleepy, she stepped onto the stage and sorted out her hair to each side.

Then she looked around in surprise to find...

She could barely show her head!

It was completely blocked.

After a moment of nervous thought, she decided to stand on the side of the podium.

But this was still rather awkward, as with the podium as reference, her miniature height was fully revealed.

However, let’s be honest, as long as she didn’t feel it herself, it wasn’t embarrassing.

"Um..." the girl took a deep breath, trying to frown and look fierce, but still stuttered as she spoke, "I am an exchange student... Lin Moming..."

Upon hearing that kitten-like voice,

It wasn’t just the leader who shuddered, but even the stoic Mo Nian twitched.

"Ukulahlwa..." Mo Nian murmured softly before lowering his head, propping his body up off the chair with his index fingers.

"Crime... This really is a crime..." the leader trembled as he grabbed his own face, "There should be limits even to freedom... right, Li Zheng?"

The leader, while speaking, turned to look over.

He had expected Li Zheng to remain his usual nonchalant self, calm as a light breeze.

But to his surprise, Li Zheng’s eyes were wide open.

What Li Zheng was staring at wasn’t anything else but the 798 Academic Power.

"How is this possible..." Li Zheng muttered in a trembling voice, "She’s just a primary school student..."

"Even you..." the leader exclaimed in surprise as he looked towards Yang Jun.

Yang Jun was drinking water, staring wide-eyed as he gulped it down.

Next to the podium, Lin Moming was also frightened by the class’s reaction, and she shrank back slightly as she spoke.

"I might be a bit younger than everyone else... I’ve skipped a few grades, but my Mandarin... should be fine. Did I say something wrong?"

The boys shook their heads as if they were summoned by an ancient god.

Then, Lin Moming continued to speak.

"I grew up in Magnesium Country, and my father is Chinese. I skipped several grades, and I will soon turn 16. My current goal is to get a driver’s license. Yeah! I’m someone with a strong sense of planning and very mature."

For some reason, she felt the need to emphasize this trait that was furthest from her.

The key issue was, you had to be 18 to get a driver’s license here!

Wasn’t her sense of planning a bit too strong?

While most people were still puzzled by this, Li Zheng had already reached the second level of understanding.

16, driver’s license, planning, mature.

Four words that had nothing to do with her tied together.

Clearly, she was being self-deprecating!

It was a popular stand-up comedy technique in the West.

It’s just that the joke was too deep, and it was hard for everyone to find it funny.

Even though Li Zheng didn’t find it funny either, since she tried so hard to make a joke, as a person with high emotional intelligence, he shouldn’t let her joke fall flat.

"Hahaha." Li Zheng laughed moderately, even raising his hand, ready to applaud.

In his expectation, everyone should follow his laughter and grasp the punchline.

However, they didn’t.

The crowd was silent.

Some even glared at Li Zheng with irritation.

Li Zheng’s hand, ready to clap, also hung in the air.

What’s going on? Is the barrier to entry for stand-up comedy this high?

As for Lin Moming on stage, her white face turned red in an instant, what was originally a forced menace now became genuine ferocity.

"What’s so funny?" Lin Moming glared at him directly.

"It… It’s all funny," Li Zheng looked around in confusion, "Did no one catch the joke?"

Lin Moming, looking at the earnest Li Zheng, was at a loss for words, her irritation gradually turning into shame, and she turned her face, ready to run out.

"I… I won’t speak anymore!"

"Don’t!" Wu Yue stood up angrily and said to Li Zheng, "We just met, and we’re not familiar enough to make this kind of joke."

"???"

At the critical moment, Chang Keqing, who had been sneakily taking photographs in the back row, suddenly set down her phone.

"I get it, it’s the dislocation of cultural imagination," Chang Keqing nodded seriously, "Li Zheng probably picked up on the self-deprecating humor in that part."

With her clarification, everyone else understood.

Following that, they all tried to laugh.

"So that’s what it was."

"If you think about it, that’s true."

"Hahaha."

But Chang Keqing hadn’t finished speaking.

"But there must be a misunderstanding, as Lin Moming wasn’t telling a joke; she was serious," she added.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Lin Moming, who had stopped at the edge of the stage, suddenly felt like crying and glared fiercely at Li Zheng again.

"Self-deprecating… Why would you think it’s self-deprecating?"

Li Zheng answered properly, "Because in our country, you have to be over 18 to get a driver’s license."

"Ah!" Lin Moming’s eyes widened, "I have to wait four more years?"

"Wait a minute." Li Zheng’s eyes also widened, "Didn’t you just say you’re about to turn 16?"

"I… I, why do you care about that!" Lin Moming’s tears were already swirling in her eyes, ready to cry at any moment!

"Alright…" Chang Keqing sighed, "Li Zheng, stop talking for now. Let Lin Moming finish her introduction, and you can clear up the misunderstanding after."

"Okay, thank you, Senior Sister," Li Zheng turned around and nodded.

"Hmm," Chang Keqing raised her hand with a cold elegance.

Hahahaha!

Even lower emotional intelligence than me!

Hahaha!

Although Chang Keqing successfully took control of the situation.

Lin Moming was no longer that confident girl.

The tears in her eyes were about to overflow, looking like she could burst into tears at any moment.

She bowed her head, clasped her skirt, and spoke with effort.

"The field of study I like is... Chinese classical philosophy... paleontology... and... archaeology too... The latter two are only offered at Jijing University..."

"I... I study very hard, I’m not the kind of international student who just muddles through..."

"Ah... there are no black... students with darker skin in the class, right..."

As Lin Moming spoke, she glanced at Mo Nian nervously.

Mo Nian trembled again.

She felt offended.

But, if it were her...

Being offended could also be a form of pleasure, couldn’t it?

Coming to this realization, Mo Nian was startled again, shifting her two-finger support to a single finger, embarking on an even more painful spiritual cultivation, and her whole body began to quiver.

Lin Moming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness this international student didn’t understand Chinese.

She patted her neck and continued, "My hobbies are making specimens, collecting fossils and meteorites, and playing tennis... There should be more... I hope to develop new interests here, um..."

"Also... I hope everyone won’t treat me with the mentality they have towards foreigners. I’m the same as everyone else, otherwise I wouldn’t have traveled all this way to come back here... After all, we can’t choose where we are born..."

"Lastly, I hope to become good friends with everyone, sharing everything."

Having said this, Lin Moming glared resentfully at Li Zheng.

"You!... You’re an exception!"

With that, she bowed and left the stage.

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After the applause, the introductions continued.

The leader slapped Li Zheng on the back, teasing, "Handsome guys are really all the same, no good at all."

"It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding," Li Zheng insisted forcefully, "Is stand-up really not fun? When will stand-up rise up!"

"That’s not what I’m talking about." The leader smacked his lips, "What you did was forceful flirting, she will remember it forever, etched in her heart. Scumbag, truly a scumbag."

"Stop messing around, she’s only 14, just a youngster from the Zhongke program."

Perhaps it was the pronounced way the number 14 hit the ear.

Lin Moming in front suddenly twitched her ear, turned around, grinded her teeth resentfully, and glared as if she wanted to devour someone in her anger.

Li Zheng hurriedly gestured in silence with his hands, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings.

To have such academic achievements at 14, I’m not worthy even if I worship you.

However, Lin Moming was not convinced; she turned away, bowed her head, and began to bite her hand again, as if brewing some act of vengeance.

The subsequent self-introductions inevitably returned to a more routine pace.

Aside from one girl expressing her intent to run for class president, there was nothing novel.

Yingpei prides itself on "accommodating souls of different shapes," but judging from these subdued and low-key introductions, it seemed as if everyone was cut from the same mold.

The leader grew increasingly bored and, seeing Mo Nian rubbing his purple-red fingers, whispered, "What’s the matter with you? You don’t need to self-harm like this."

Mo Nian didn’t respond, but continued to rub his fingers.

"How about this..." The leader’s mouth curled into a smile, suddenly struck with an idea, "These introductions are boring. Let’s go up and show them something real, get the rest on the right track."

"I was going to talk about real things anyway," Mo Nian replied.

"Not Ukulahlwa, but a genuine self-introduction."

Mo Nian looked puzzled and raised his hand, "Aren’t these all genuine self-introductions?"

"No, no, no, not at all," the leader said, standing up straightaway, "Let me show you how it’s done."

With that, the leader walked towards the front confidently.

The student who should have been the next to introduce himself.

Seeing this, he conscientiously sat back down.

No help for it... the presence was simply too overwhelming.

Even the organizer, Wu Yue, just swallowed and went along with it.

The leader walked to the side of the podium and leaned casually against it, looking very lackadaisical.

"Friends," the leader smiled, "it’s everyone’s first time at university, right?"

No one dared not to nod.

"This atmosphere isn’t right," the leader said openly to Wu Yue, raising his hand, "You’re the one leading them astray. If all the introductions are like this, might as well just send out resumes en masse."

Wu Yue looked perplexed, but did not dare to move.

"All right, don’t be so tense; I’ll do my part," the leader said, and then began to casually stroll side to side like a CEO at a tech company launch event, meanwhile engaging in smooth talk.

"Why did we choose this place?"

"To become who I want to be, to meet all kinds of souls."

"But the introductions from the brothers and sisters before me had only shells, no souls."

"What are souls, everyone?"

"They are your true selves, the aspirations of your spirit."

"Why can’t everyone show it? Why don’t we want to show it?"

"I understand, I know why."

"First, follow me and reflect." The leader strolled casually and tapped his forehead, "Which of you dreamed of buying a Jijing apartment as a child?"

"Nonsense, of course not."

"But you all will eventually become like that."

"Don’t lie to yourself, I know it, because my classmates from Yingpei have already become like that."

"It’s not an individual phenomenon." The leader said as his hand rose then pressed down firmly, "All of you, everyone, every single one has become like that, and you will too."

Then, a remarkable thing happened, many people actually caught on to his rhythm, nodding along with him.

In fact, it won’t take that long, people with a real sense of planning already have this vision now.

"And what I want to say is." The leader suddenly stopped, tapped his forehead again, "No boy ever dreams of buying an apartment when he’s a child!"

"An apartment, a damned Jijing, a damned school district, a damned apartment!"

"Why do we end up like this, thousands of souls living in the same mold?"

"It’s domestication, my friends."

"The world intentionally domesticates us."

"It reshapes our thoughts, molds us into what it most needs."

"This is not freedom, my friend."

"Not freedom."

"Men are born free, yet find themselves in chains everywhere."

"Houses are chains, money is chains, cigarettes are chains, games are chains; it’s only a matter of size and distance, the difference between immediate gratification and long-term enslavement."

"I was once addicted to games, took the college entrance exam three times, got advised to withdraw twice."

"I’ve dropped out, worked day jobs at Sanhe."

"I’ve skipped exams, played professional e-sports."

"I thought that was freedom."

"Alright... those days at Sanhe were indeed quite free, a day’s labor could afford three days of play."

"But friends, this is a narrow, limited, unsustainable freedom."

"It’s just a form of cynicism achieved by lowering our own expectations of desire."

"And we, except for that exchange student, are clearly staunch materialists."

"Where is the road to freedom for materialists?"

"Comrades."

"The mentor gave us only one direction."

"Liberate the productive forces!"

"So, I entered university again, seeing engineering... seeing science as the direction to study."

"Indeed, science at Jinghua is better, but I got into some trouble, afraid they wouldn’t accept me..."

"Actually, I should be ending with a flourish here, continuing with the value system, but I choose to dissolve all that."

"This makes it easier for you to think as you like, to like, dislike, or criticize me."

"That’s your freedom."

"I am Tu Yikou, and that was my self-introduction, the shape of what I call my soul."

"I hope the students who follow will keep the style, display their values and thoughts as much as possible, and not go through the motions like reciting a resume. Show the level that is expected at Ji University Yingpei."

"Alright, next, please."

Applause broke out.

It was Mo Nian!

He clapped very seriously.

Li Zheng and the others quickly followed suit.

It started with a smattering of claps, more people joined in gradually, until it turned into a sweeping ovation across the room.

Tu Yikou himself seemed not to hear it at all, swaying as he made his way back to his group.

The atmosphere inexplicably warmed up, and Niu Gang stood up and said, "Next student, please."

The student who was supposed to go up earlier stood up momentarily but then sat back down weakly.

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What the fuck… this kind of handoff?

It took me forever just to get my self-introduction template in order…

This shit is like a leader’s speech, how could I possibly follow that up…

But then in the back row, that man finally stood up too.

"I’ll go," Mo Nian gave Tu Yikou a nod, "You got what you wanted."

He walked to the podium, so woodenly bypassing Tu Yikou with steady steps.

There it was.

Another godlike presence.

Unlike Tu Yikou’s slouchy demeanor, Mo Nian stood stiff as a board, his speech as slow and deep as ever.

"Considering Tu’s transparency, I’ve also decided to introduce myself with no reservations, so everyone can decide whether to get close or stay far away from me."

"My name is Mo Nian, and I won the national biology competition in my third year of junior high, after which I was immediately accepted into Ji University on a special admission program."

"Thus, the three most stressful years of high school became the freest years for me."

"But I did not make good use of them."

"I understand very well the kind of limited freedom Tu talked about."

"Please allow me to explain my background."

"I am a sex addict."

Phhhht!!!

Tu Yikou spit out his drink.

Dude! You don’t have to spill everything.

Just a brief on your worldviews would be enough; no need to go all out!

Meanwhile, the exclamations of the classmates did not interrupt Mo Nian’s narrative.

"Some might think this is merely lechery, which I don’t oppose that view."

"But in my case, at the age of 12, I needed to do it more than 8 times a day."

"It escalated with age, peaking at 17, when the minimum per day was 13 times, and the maximum... I don’t know, I only learned afterward that I had fainted for 4 days."

"Even in a faint, I could still do it, with fellow enthusiasts riding on top of me."

"This was my state throughout high school."

"Your high school life was spent studying."

"Mine was spent in sequence of those instances."

"Because I looked mature for my age, bars and nightclubs didn’t turn me away."

"Due to some innate talents, I was also quite popular on certain apps."

"In my city, pretty much every girl who went out at night knew me."

"The scary part is, with increasing frequency and age, my desires and fetishes became increasingly uncontrollable."

"I don’t want to make everyone uncomfortable, so all I can say is…"

"Everything you can see from the legally available movies."

"I was playing with those before I was 15."

"After that fainting episode at 17, the old doctor who took me in, gave me a CD."

"In it, there was a video of an old monk practicing meditation; I still have no idea which religion it was from, or who the monk was."

"There was no speech throughout the entire video, but I was captivated as if under a spell, following him in meditation, comprehension, and effort..."

"A day later, I discovered..."

"I could actually let myself soften."

"Normally, only special medication could fight against my constant erections."

"But that day, I hadn’t swallowed anything but water."

"That sensation of relaxed satisfaction still resonates in my blood to this day."

Mo Nian stopped there.

His face aglow with happiness.

The male students below.

Full of envy.

Why cure it?

Isn’t this a superpower?

Such an amazing superpower, why give it up!

Mo Nian savored the memory enough before he continued.

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"I just realized that as a champion of biological competition, I hardly knew myself."

"I just realized that we have never been in control of our own bodies."

"Those diverse cells, those exquisitely designed hormones, those robust muscles, those full-bodied fats."

"They are free-living individuals in symbiosis with us, just as we are with Earth."

"From that day on, I began to try to interact with them from a different perspective."

"I am still in the process of practicing."

"If I occasionally make some moves that are hard to understand,"

"it’s definitely because I’m fighting an addiction, with no offense intended."

"Especially when talking to girls, I might suddenly drop and do one-armed push-ups."

"So it’s better to send me a WeChat message for anything."

"Moreover, my academic preference is, of course, biology."

"The reason I didn’t choose the School of Biological Sciences is because I wanted to learn more about philosophy, religion, and chemistry."

"If possible, I would like to reinterpret biology anew, in a way that unifies spirit and matter."

"Um... I might also need to pick up some quantum physics..."

"Finally, my interests are meditation, gardening, extreme fitness, and old movies that forgo visual stimuli and hint at inner strength."

"Thank you, everyone. The next student may come up now."

After Mo Nian finished speaking, he moved towards the direction of Classroom 305 like a statue.

This time the applause was somewhat sparser.

It wasn’t that it wasn’t exciting...

Mainly, the kids were terrified.

Especially Jun Bao’er.

She was almost in tears.

Yet, there were even more extreme reactions.

For instance, Lin Moming, who didn’t understand a thing!

She looked left and right throughout, trying hard to show an expression similar to everyone else’s, pretending to be very knowledgeable and mature.

Even more extreme was Chang Keqing.

She had already entered a state of "ababa ababa ababa."

Her brain was filled and then emptied, filled and then emptied...

Luckily, she was sitting alone in the back row, momentarily unnoticed by others.

On Classroom 305’s side, the leader had already stood up to welcome him, "Nian... Brother Nian... If I’d known this was going to happen... I wouldn’t have flirted with you..."

"It doesn’t matter, it was bound to be public sooner or later." Mo Nian casually sat back down, "This way, girls will consciously stay away from me."

"Brother, I’ve truly never seen such a need before..." the leader couldn’t help asking, "With all this intense activity night and day, haven’t you ever had an accident, caused some kind of trouble?"

"Well... theoretically, I could have up to 5 sons and 7 daughters... since I can’t remember their faces, sometimes random women holding children come knocking on my door for money... my parents have been conned many times... there’s one thing I can say for sure, they must be the parents least willing to hold a grandchild in the world."

Tu Yikou just listened to this, utterly at a loss for words.

If they ever needed human genes to build a Gundam,

Choosing him would surely be correct.

In the silent classroom,

The pressure once again focused on the one who was originally supposed to introduce himself.

He had already broken into a sweat.

This...

Damn it...

It’s even harder to follow now...

I’m just an ordinary person, aren’t I...

Do they want me to talk about the spring tilling scenes from my hometown???

Sing a work chant?

Finally.

Li Zheng stood up.

"Let me go..."

Li Zheng sighed and walked up to the podium.

"It went a bit off track, let me bring the style back on course."

"The most standard, right on track."