Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

In Kumar's report, there is a 3% error in the observation data obtained by using mysticism, and there is also a 3% error in my observation data... I seem to have found a new continent. Perhaps the breakthrough point lies in the difference between ordinary observations. The difference between the data is within an error of 3%!

Maybe it all makes sense, Kumar couldn't have made the same mistake as me. I had burned all the data files on the table, and I felt regretful for my impulsiveness. Fortunately, there were still copies of the data in the library, so I still had a way to go.

The lightbulb flickered a few times, and the light returned to the office. It felt so good to see the light, and thoughts kept gathering in my mind. I sat on the armchair and began to think about this matter.

Do the changes in trajectory also follow certain established rules? I took some observation notebooks and spread them out on the table. All the observation records in them were exactly the same without exception, even the errors were exactly the same.

But twins in the world cannot be carved from the same mold. Even if these observation records look the same, there will always be clues. A decimal point may allow me to find a way to break through the current predicament.

I took a sip of coffee and raised my sore neck. The dark night outside the window is about to leave, and white chalk dust is spread on the boundary line between the sky and the mountains. People are about to wake up from their sleep and start a new day. However, I have gained nothing from crossing yesterday to today.

Is it going to fail? I stood up, and there was a crackling sound from my body, which was the moaning of my bones. The price of this failure is a bit high. I will fall into a storm of public opinion because of this wrong paper - yes, a mystic who fabricated that supernova explosions will affect the earth... ha... maybe I will be called a witch by them, Then they shouted for me to be put on the cross and then burned alive.

Damn...how did I even think of this? Kumar often says I'm impulsive, and it seems she's right, and I need to work on that shortcoming... certainly not now.

"This is..." I leaned down and picked up a book called "A Brief History of the Stars (A Collection of Myths)". The cover of the book was a little old and the corners were wrinkled.

I don’t know where it appeared from. Could it be that it has grown legs and is trying to escape if I see it? Buffing the dust off the book, it seems now that it cannot escape; to be honest, I always thought I had lost it.

The spine of the book was labeled "Books from the Banner Elementary School Library." I remembered that the library where this book was located had put me on the reader's blacklist...well, I had forgotten how I was put on it. It's on the reader's blacklist...

I don't know why this book is here. I opened the book and the first thing I saw was the story "The Origin of Faust's Star":

That is, the universe has not yet taken shape, it is dark and silent. Like a deep well. A speck of dust falling into the boundless darkness, he is the original Faust.

He circled his own territory, and the King's Palace maintained order, but this was a territory without subjects...

Below this sentence, there is a piece of gray handwriting, which is crooked and slightly childish.

And a memory emerged.

The little girl listened attentively as I finished reading this story. She was very positive about the sentence "He circled his own territory, and the King's Palace guarded order, but this was a territory without subjects."

She said: "It was like teacher Sakash who taught in a shack... She said there was nothing in the shack at first, just a few pieces of rotten wood. But no one wanted to learn from her, they said, instead of teaching in the shack, Instead of just staring at a few numbers, go herd cattle and earn some pancake money."

I have always admired Teacher Sakash. She is a good teacher. The popularization of knowledge in the South is not widespread, and there are many reasons for this... I couldn't help but sigh at the time, without the popularization of knowledge, many geniuses would be buried in thick dust and never see the light of day.

I'm glad, at least I'm lucky.

Teacher Sakash is indeed a good teacher. In the subsequent conversation, I learned that it was not that those children did not want to learn knowledge, they just went out to look for all the learning props they could use, such as a ruler, a table and stool with a missing leg... the things in that shed More and more people are coming to listen to Teacher Sakash’s classes.

The girl sighed and said: "Teacher Sakash said that there are more stars in the sky than grains of rice in the rice vat. Although I have not counted the stars, I have counted the grains of rice. Teacher Sakash is right!" "

"But..." the girl said again, "Teacher Sakash said that one day the rice in the rice vat will be much more than the stars in the sky. But this is impossible! One day the rice in the rice vat will be After eating, I came here to find answers.”

There are shadows of stars in the girl's eyes. Perhaps she has found the answer.

"Teachers make mistakes too." These were the last words she said, and I never saw that girl again after that. She said that the shack was going to be torn down and that they would go to a new place to learn and maybe she would come back to visit...but it seems like she missed the date.

That handwriting was the address she wrote, but it was only the beginning.

Teachers also make mistakes...I didn't think about this aspect before, because the teacher profession has a label for practitioners, and those students think that "the teacher is always right." Yes, I seem to be blinded by this label.

I turned to a new page, and many of the pages behind it were lost. Another thing suddenly occurred to me.

I was looking for this book and came to this office. Kumar was still in this office at that time. I did find the book - Kumar had thrown it at me like a pile of useless paper. She tore out some pages from the book and used them as drafts.

Ah... I was probably blacklisted by the library because of the torn pages when returning the book... Haha, I really should thank Kumar, she thought it was the stupid young boy who brought it here. .

I started looking for missing pages in my office to see what I found: a crumpled candy wrapper, discarded data crumpled into a ball, and a mouse falling asleep holding a page.

The mouse was so thin that it looked like it could turn to ashes with just one breath. We rarely have dinner together in our institute. We spend most of our time munching on nutrition bars, drinking coffee, and rushing from one office to another. Occasionally, some food is left behind, but can those things really feed the creatures in the shadows?

The mouse fell asleep holding the pages of the book. Apparently it wanted to use the pages as a reserve food for next time.

Although it was a bit pitiful, I still took the page from its hand, after all, it originally belonged to me.

The mouse squeaked and ran away, and the page returned to the embrace of the book.

"Hey! Move early, it's better to go outside than here."

I hope it understands what I'm saying.