The door to the lecture theater was pushed open, and a beautiful girl wearing a bright red sportswear walked in. The moment she stepped in, she attracted everyone's attention. Although the girl's low-hanging visor blocked most of her face, and her wide sportswear blocked the graceful curves of her body, it still couldn't block the youthful light she exuded.
The girl didn't care about the eyes of her classmates and teachers. She nodded slightly to the lecturer on the podium and expressed her apology, then quickly walked to the last row and sat down.
The professor ignored it and continued: "Some of you may think it is some form of reincarnation. I have also asked some of my friends, and some people think so. Of course, I cannot completely deny this view. After all, it is a kind of reincarnation." Good wishes.
But I am more inclined to think that this is a kind of inheritance. I don’t think it is inheritance in the philosophical or metaphysical sense. In scientific terms, it is inheritance in genes. This phenomenon is more common in places where there is no writing or where technology is backward.
I have a bold hypothesis. In ancient times when there was no language, what was passed down might not just be simple instincts, but there might be more things that people were born to inherit. For example, you are born with the talent for hunting, you are born with the ability to swim like a fish in rivers, etc. "
The professor paused briefly, then changed the topic and continued.
"Heroes emerge from troubled times. This is a Chinese proverb. It probably means that heroes with extraordinary abilities are more likely to appear in times of chaos. This may also be a genetic backdoor to some extent.
The more chaotic the era, the more it is necessary for someone to stand up and save the world, whether it is a hero or a tyrant. I think this is the self-consistency of the world to a certain extent, and the purpose is to retain the population of the race to the greatest extent.
You can think about why this is? I cannot give a reasonable and scientifically based explanation for the time being. This requires everyone to work together to prove it in the future. I only used this ancient Chinese proverb to support some of my arguments.
In the long river of time, some of the abilities in our genes are slowly disappearing with the passage of time and the continuous development of technology. We are improving but also degenerating. It can also be said that we are locked. "
Such a long speech that broke everyone's previous knowledge was difficult for the students below to digest, and the classroom was silent at the moment.
The classroom door was pushed open again, and the person who came in once again attracted the attention of everyone in the lecture theater.
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In a claustrophobic alley in Edo, there were more than a dozen Japanese people wearing various leather clothes lying on the ground. There were no wounds on their bodies, and there was no blood on the ground. However, everyone lost consciousness and fell motionless on the ground. They were handsome and handsome. At this moment, the young man wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. The roar of a high-powered motorcycle came from behind him. The young man frowned slightly and turned around a few times before disappearing into the night again.
More than a dozen motorcycles of various colors roared past, once again surrounding the young man. At this moment, everyone on the motorcycle showed a ferocious face, as if a pack of wolves had surrounded their prey.
At this time, a gentle Japanese young man got off his motorcycle and walked up to the beautiful boy. He knew how powerful the boy was, so he kept what he thought was a safe distance between them.
"You, it's better not to resist, just go with us obediently." The young man in a suit negotiated with the boy in broken Mandarin.
The young man ignored it and moved his legs and feet. In the face of a powerful enemy, he closed his eyes at this moment, put away all six senses, and only retained his hearing. Now his hearing was several times more sensitive than before, and the roar of the motorcycle engine could be heard. , and then through a series of conversions, it finally turned into gas and was discharged from the exhaust pipe. The breathing sounds of more than a dozen people around him, and the friction of arms and clothes, were clearly transmitted to his ears. At this moment, he was still hearing clearly There was a metallic collision sound. The boy had heard this sound before, and he knew it was the sound of a pistol being loaded.
Seeing that the young man paid no attention to the inquiry and even closed his eyes provocatively, a man in a black suit picked up the chain in his hand and whipped it towards the beautiful young man.
No matter what the charging person was holding, the young man simply made a wrong step and used dexterous body skills to dodge to the opponent's side. Then he used the grappling technique to lock his shoulder blades, and then used the muscle-splitting hand and the finger. With a gentle pull, the man's entire shoulder was removed. Finally, he pressed his Jade Pillow point again. Without saying a word, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground unconscious.
The beautiful boy recited again: "Up to the heaven, down to the underworld, the sky thunders, the earth thunders, five thunders from all directions come down to the world, the thunder light turns into ashes in a flash,..."
Seeing that their companions were easily knocked down in front of them, the others no longer hesitated and picked up their weapons to fight.
The beautiful boy dodged the attack while continuing to recite the spell, and dark clouds began to gather again.
"Those who obey me will live, those who go against me will perish. Listen to my orders and thunder will come!...Pardon!...Pardon!...Pardon!..."
The young man called ten times in succession, and ten lightning bolts struck down one after another. These lightnings seemed to be alive and obeyed the young man's command. Whoever he pointed at, one of them was struck by lightning. In an instant, all the enemies around him had fallen.
Suddenly, the young man heard a crisp metal collision behind him, followed by a loud bang, and a sharp sound of breaking wind coming towards his lower limbs.
Someone fired.
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The door of the lecture theater was pushed open, and this time a Chinese beauty came in. She was gorgeous, with perfect body proportions. She was dressed in professional attire and looked like a secretary. At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were focused on her, and the secretary left the classroom slightly embarrassed.
"Hi! What's going on? It seems that my class is very popular now." The professor joked to himself. eliciting a few chuckles.
The professor took out a slide with two lines of text and placed it on the slide projector. "Whether the world is ready to accept the awakening of the power hidden in genes, this is the assignment. Choose one of the two arguments, pros and cons. It can be discussed but I refuse to borrow from and plagiarize. Send it to my email the day before the next class .”
The professor did not pay attention to the information and lecture materials on the table. He hurriedly walked to the classroom door. As soon as he leaned out half of his body, the anxious and excited voice of the secretary came over. "Professor Lin, we found No. 1. He appeared in Japan."
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Under the night, you still had your eyes closed. A feeling of panic rose from behind, and he quickly moved half of his body away. The metal bullet hit his leg where he just stood.
At this moment, the young man finally said, "Baga, it's not good to use a gun." He spoke in very standard Japanese dialect, with a sonorous and energetic voice.
Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived behind the man who was still holding the pistol, and he couldn't see how he took action. The man's hand and leg holding the gun instantly became limp, as if someone had been ripped apart by cramps, and then... Hysterical howling.
After he made sure that all his opponents were no longer capable of pestering him, the young man got on a motorcycle and drove away.
The young man unscrupulously maximized the power of his Harley-Davidson motorcycle, riding fast along the way.
More than half an hour later, he arrived at a small private clinic in the suburbs of Edo. In the early morning, there was only a doctor and a woman waiting anxiously at the door of a ward.
The young man walked over and said to them, "I'm sorry, I'm late. I'm Zhang Qilu."
