305: Chapter 308 Jiang Chen's Legend Has Been Written into Textbooks

Tianhai City Second Experimental Primary School, Grade 3, Class 2.

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, but the atmosphere in the classroom was surprisingly solemn, even carrying a certain... sense of holiness.

The large screen was showing the latest courseware, the title written in large, gold-stamped characters — "Great Power Artifacts and Pioneers of the Era: The Biography of Jiang Chen".

The teacher on stage was a young man who had just graduated from normal college. At this moment, he was holding a pointer, pointing to that visually striking photograph on the large screen.

In that photo, Jiang Chen stood before the vast sea of stars, and beneath his feet was that luan niao starship, emitting a faint blue glow. He was wearing a shirt washed until it turned white, holding a seemingly shabby fishing rod in his hand, his gaze cold and sharp as he watched the star clusters in the distance.

"Students."

The teacher swallowed hard, his voice filled with an irrepressible fervor, "This experience of Mr. Jiang is what we call 'Interstellar Fishing'."

"At that time, the edge of the Solar System was facing the threat of a Level 6 civilization, The Sweepers fleet. Our nuclear weapons were like firecrackers to them, and our defensive shields were like paper in their eyes. Just when humanity was about to despair, Mr. Jiang stood up."

"He didn't use missiles, nor did he use lasers."

"He only used this one fishing rod."

The teacher poked the image of the fishing rod forcefully, his tone rising and falling, as if telling an epic about a dragon-slaying hero:

"Relying on his absolute control over spatial gravity, he pulled a chain of gravitational waves directly out of that dead, silent vacuum, and forcibly... 'fished' the opponent's mothership over."

"This is the backbone of our Dragon Country people!"

"This is what is known as 'Logical Dimensional Reduction Strike'!"

The students below were listening with boiling blood.

Those young faces were filled with worship, filled with the kind of fervor that says, "I want to become someone like that too."

"Teacher!"

A little chubby boy sitting in the first row raised his hand suddenly, snot hanging on his face, but with a look of righteousness: "Why did God Jiang bring spicy strips to fish for an aircraft carrier? Is it because the smell of spicy strips makes aliens faint?"

The teacher was stumped.

He coughed twice, trying to salvage a bit of his dignity as a science educator:

"This... well, this is a tactical detail. Spicy strips form a special chemical field in outer space, which is the legendary 'Aroma Trap'."

"Although it is hard to explain scientifically, God Jiang must have had his deep reasons for doing so."

After hearing this, the students nodded in unison, as if they had heard some unparalleled truth.

If Jiang Chen were here, he would probably be so angry on the spot that he would shove this group of children back into their placentas to reshape their logic.

These kids...

Is this even a lecture?

They are basically reciting his daily acts of humblebragging as if it were scripture!

"Alright, now let's look at the thinking questions after class."

The teacher opened the last page of the PPT. It was the final question of this exam, and also the difficult problem that made teachers across the school go bald.

The screen displayed a question that looked plain and unremarkable:

[Question: In the 'Saturns Rings Race', Mr. Jiang used Law of Causality logic to rewrite the friction coefficient of the track. Please calculate, if this logic tool were not used, how much tire grip would the wuling hongguang need to complete that perfect drainage ditch turn in a vacuum environment?]

The classroom was dead silent.

The students, who were eager to try just a moment ago, were now completely dumbfounded.

"Is this question... out of syllabus?"

The female student sitting by the window muttered softly, "This requires the cross-application of General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics, right? We're only in the third grade!"

"Don't ask me!"

The male classmate next to her clutched his head, looking pained, "When God Jiang took this exam back then, he didn't even move his pen. He directly 'defined' that piece of ice rock in the Saturns Rings as asphalt!"

"How do you calculate that? Do we have to include 'God Jiang's personal will' as a parameter?"

The teacher stood on the stage, looking at these children who were almost tearing their hair out, and felt like crying too.

This textbook was specially approved from above.

They said it was to "cultivate cross-era thinking."

But this is just too hard!

"Don't worry, everyone."

The teacher took a deep breath, trying to appease these children who had been broken by Jiang Chen's outrageous operations, "God Jiang's thinking back then was jumpy; let's not try to explain miracles with logic."

"You just need to remember one thing."

"What God Jiang does is always right."

"If he lets the wuling hongguang fly, then the wuling hongguang can fly. If he lets the Saturns Rings become a racetrack, then it is a racetrack."

"As long as you study hard, even if you can't practice Qi, at least you must learn that kind of... 'As long as I'm crazy enough, the rules have to listen to me' top-tier management thinking."

A uniform sigh came from below.

"Teacher, I don't want to take the civil service exam anymore."

A little girl suddenly spoke up, holding a Jiang Chen doll in her hand, "When I grow up, I want to go to that 'Chenxing Technology' to sweep the floor."

"Why?" The teacher was stunned.

"Because my mom said so."

The little girl said earnestly, "As long as you get into God Jiang's company, even if you're just a sweeper, the salary is enough for our whole family to immigrate to Mars, and we can even get an anti-gravity pension."

"Is this also a type of... interstellar employment?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole class burst into laughter.

Even that young teacher couldn't help but cover his face, feeling that this batch of students was just too hard to manage, completely brainwashed by that Jiang Chen.

Just as the atmosphere in the classroom was gradually becoming cheerful, Jiang Chen's phone suddenly vibrated.

It was an emergency internal line from Zhao Gang.

"Boss, the delegations from those alien civilizations have come again."

"This time they aren't just asking to buy spicy strips; they seem to have brought something even more outrageous."

"What is it?"

Jiang Chen looked at the primary school classroom that was still playing his glorious deeds, his gaze drifting slightly, "Could it be their galaxy's... complete family tree?"

"No."

Zhao Gang's voice carried an irrepressible panic, "They said that in that void where you 'flattened' the dimensions, they discovered a... terrifyingly..."

"Egg."

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat.

That kind of oppression from a high dimension, which made it hard to breathe, was transmitted even through the phone signal.

"An egg?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at the seemingly calm deep space outside the window, his eyes instantly becoming exceptionally sharp, "What color is it?"

"...Black."

Zhao Gang paused, his tone as heavy as if he were speaking his last words, "And, from inside that egg, a... sound we have heard before is coming out."

"That sound..."

"It sounds just like the first cry Qianqian made when she was born."

Jiang Chen froze in place.

At this moment, he understood completely.

Alien civilizations.

The Sweepers.

Causality Weapon.

This wasn't a war with an enemy at all.

This was a challenge letter thrown at him by that "The Keeper".

It had precisely arranged every corner, every variable, and even every future of this world into this game.

"Good, very good."

Jiang Chen stood up, picked up the Causality Weapon controller he had thrown on the table, and pressed the power button.

Since these guys insist on playing, then I will accompany them to the end.

"No matter what is in that egg."

"If it dares to hatch."

"I will take its entire causality line, and together with it —"

"Send it back to the furnace for reconstruction!"

Jiang Chen strode out of the office.

Outside the door, the sun was still shining brightly, but in the air of Tianhai City, a layer of extremely eerie frost, which seemed like it could shatter at any moment, faintly appeared.

War.

From here.

Truly stepped into the abyss of dimensions.

He turned back and took one last look at the classroom with the "Biography of Jiang Chen" poster, his eyes no longer arrogant, leaving only a touch of pure, masculine tenderness.

"Qianqian, Shuyin, Wanqiu."

"As long as I am here."

"This universe."

"Will never let you suffer even the slightest grievance."

He walked towards the luan bird.

Behind him was the planet that crazily worshipped "God Jiang," still constantly creating one miracle after another.

And ahead.

That was the final battle that truly belonged to him, to him and that "The Keeper".

(End of Book)

** (Jiang Chen, a man who relied on selling spicy strips and braised pork to force the entire universe into becoming his company's branch, is currently, with all his unreasonableness, launching the final... steamroll towards that god's nest.) **