307: Chapter 310 Teacher: Because he is a god, and you are human.

In the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3 at Tianhai City No. 2 Experimental Elementary School, the air was eerily quiet.

The young male teacher was currently staring blankly at the students, who had collectively petrified due to Jiang Chen's words.

He was still holding his pointer, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Below the podium, dozens of pairs of little eyes, bursting with a thirst for knowledge, were fixed intently on him.

These children had just witnessed firsthand in Jiang Chen's live stream what it meant to "rely on intuition" and what it meant to "craft curvature with bare hands."

Now, there was a new suspicion in the eyes with which they looked at their teacher: "Are you just brushing me off?"

"Teacher..." The little chubby boy who had just been complaining that the problem was too hard actually stood up.

Holding the newly issued textbook in his hand, he pointed to the definition of "Law of Conservation of Mass" and asked with a sincere expression:

"God Jiang just said that as long as you have the intuition, you can even catch an aircraft carrier with a fishing rod."

"But this book says that an object must be subjected to force to produce displacement, right?"

"I think, could it be that the laws of physics in the book are actually a 'simplified version' that Jiang Chen didn't feel like teaching us?"

A low murmur of discussion erupted in the classroom once again.

Children are innocent and naive, yet they are also the most adept at weighing pros and cons.

In their eyes, if that man in a T-shirt could make the whole world submit, then what he said must be more "hardcore" than the formulas in their textbooks.

The young teacher looked at this group of children who had been led astray, feeling the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.

How could he continue this lesson?

Even if he had ten thousand arguments to prove that what Jiang Chen said was metaphysics, as long as that warship of Jiang Chen's that spanned the universe parked in the sky, all his arguments would become complete nonsense.

He let out a long sigh, put away his pointer, leaned against the podium, and swept his gaze across the class with a helpless look:

"Students, I know what you are thinking."

"You are thinking about why God Jiang can do it, but you cannot."

"Why those alien civilizations that traverse the universe have to kneel and sing 'Conquer' when they see Jiang Chen."

He fell silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, and finally revealed a complex, even slightly self-deprecating smile:

"Stop studying that problem."

"That is a 'miracle' that we humans, or rather our current civilization, cannot yet understand."

"Why can't you do it?"

The teacher walked to the window and pointed to the base in the distance, which was under construction and filled with alien laborers, "Because he is a God, and you... are still just humans for now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom fell completely silent.

This was not just an explanation for the children, but also a "fig leaf" for all adults.

Because this was the truth.

The powers that Jiang Chen displayed, whether it was that unreasonable Law of Causality, or the technology that could dismantle a stellar engine with a wave of his hand, had long since transcended any logical framework currently existing on Earth.

Attempting to analyze Jiang Chen using human logic was, in itself, a form of arrogance.

"Alright." The teacher sighed and clapped his hands, "You don't need to do this problem anymore."

"Wait until the day you can cultivate a sense of Qi, and can turn aviation kerosene into nuclear fusion fuel with your bare hands like Jiang Chen, then you can think about this problem again."

"For now, just honestly memorize the Foundation Establishment chapter of the Tenth Set of Radio Gymnastics, and strive to be able to straighten that lamppost for me by the end of the term!"

The whole class lowered their heads in unison and began to recite the obscure and difficult "Foundation Establishment Mental Method."

Meanwhile, on the other side. In Kyoto, at the highest office building of the Ministry of Education, several elderly education experts with graying temples were sitting together with worried expressions.

In front of them lay a thick document with a red header, which clearly stated: [Request for the Urgent Solicitation of Mr. Jiang Chen to Record the "Jiang-Style Scientific Thinking" Open Course].

"How are we supposed to record this?" One of the experts looked at the draft, which was full of "Jiang Chen flavor," and gave a wry smile, "We want him to teach logic, but he tells us to 'see how he feels.' We want him to teach steps, but he tells us to 'rely on intuition.'"

"If this course is actually released." "I'm worried that elementary school students across China will reply to teachers teaching Newton's laws in the future by saying: 'God Jiang said, as long as the feeling is right, you don't need to follow this stuff.'"

Another old expert sighed as well, watching the civilian spacecraft constantly taking off outside the window: "There's no other way; we have to invite him."

"Now, throughout the whole country, which child doesn't want to be someone like Jiang Chen?"

"If our textbooks don't include content about him, these kids will probably go on strike."

Just then, the door was pushed open. Dean Zhong walked in quickly, holding an email sent by Jiang Chen.

"How is it?" The several old experts looked at him in unison.

Dean Zhong's mouth twitched twice; his expression, which was both helpless and amused, made everyone hold their breath:

"He said that recording the course is fine." "But there is a condition."

"What condition?"

"He said his time is very precious, and he will only record for three minutes." "And it will only be open to 'predestined people.'"

"What does... 'predestined people' mean?" One expert was confused.

Dean Zhong sighed and pointed to a QR code link at the bottom of the email, his tone sounding gloomy:

"It means..." "If you want to take the course, first go to the official website to grab a spot, and by the way... buy a box of their company's newly released 'Interstellar Edition Hot Pot Base.'"

"He said that stuff can refresh your mind, and eating it while listening to the lecture works best."

For a moment, the entire office was dead silent.

This is just too... Jiang Chen.

Even when recording a national open course, even when influencing the thoughts of several generations, he didn't forget to take the opportunity to harvest the leeks.

This isn't just technological crushing. This is—a dimensionality reduction strike of commercial thinking!

At the Chenxing Technology headquarters, in the office. Jiang Chen did not feel the headache of these experts; he simply looked at the delegation letter from the Ministry of Education on the screen and casually forwarded it to Academician Chen Shuyin.

"Arrange the course recording as you see fit." "Just teach something simple; definitely don't go too deep. I'm afraid that if they understand it, they'll all run off to build spaceships, and there will be no one left to move bricks at our factory."

Academician Chen Shuyin was typing away on the keyboard, not even turning her head:

"Don't worry, I've already set an 'IQ filter' for your courseware."

"Those who can understand it are the very few. Those who can't, just honestly go move bricks; that can also be considered a contribution to the country."

Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction. He turned off all the screens.

In the entire office, only an old, antique scanner remained, silently processing the stack of yellowed and fragile documents brought back from the Wasteland.

These were the proofs regarding the origin of Earth, and how those The Sweepers civilization had set up a farm in this star sector.

He stacked these documents one by one. These were the true core secrets he had forcibly retrieved from the ruins of the wreckage while on the shuttle, risking being torn apart by dimensional rifts.

Jiang Chen's fingers gently brushed over the yellowed paper, and a coldness that did not belong to this world flickered in his pupils.

He had previously always thought that he was the chosen one, the lucky guy who possessed a cheat system.

Until now. Until these yellowed papers revealed a bloody truth before him.

How could this be the evolutionary history of Earth? This was simply an epitaph on how "Earth civilization" was designed, how it was induced, and ultimately how it was harvested in cycle after cycle.

"So that's it..." Jiang Chen held a draft about the "Origin of Human Civilization," and on it, it clearly marked the map of the world he was in before he transmigrated.

This is impossible. This is not some ancient ruin. This is the... final file from before his world was destroyed.

He looked at his fellow Earthlings outside the window, who were busy celebrating and thought they had conquered the universe. He suddenly felt an unprecedented stabbing pain in his heart.

This is not some sea of stars. This is just a larger, more disgusting... trap.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath. He put the letter into an absolutely sealed metal box; this was the only information in his life that even the system did not have a backup of.

He knew. If this truth were made public, Earth would collapse in an instant.

That kind of collapse would not be physical destruction, but the complete despair of civilization's will.

He cannot say it now. At least, before he drags those "administrators" out, he absolutely cannot say it.

"Zhao Gang." He called out to the communicator.

"Here."

"Prepare the spaceship, we are not going back to Earth."

"Where to?" Zhao Gang asked.

"To Centaurus."

Jiang Chen looked toward the boundless starry sky, and the arrogance belonging to a God completely settled at this moment, turning into a kind of dangerous calmness.

"Since this universe itself is a huge farm." "Then I..." "Will be a butcher for once today."

"I want to see if the truth at the end of this universe can really... contain me."

He pushed open the door and strode toward the luan niao starship that had already begun to warm up.

Behind him. The children who had cultivated a sense of Qi because of a few sets of radio gymnastics were cheering on the school playground.

On those tens of millions of interstellar logistics routes, under that prosperous facade filled with spicy strips and gold mines. No one knew.

This man whom they revered as a "God" was taking his ship full of "alien beasts of burden" toward that unknown territory that even Gods would tremble at, to launch a final—suicidal charge.

Jiang Chen looked back at the brightly lit base. His eyes were gentle, like spring water.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, not knowing who he was saying it to.

"As long as I am alive." "This game." "I will never... let it end according to the original rules."

The spaceship engine started. That blue light tore open this seemingly calm starry sky.

This was destined to be a day that all advanced civilizations would remember deeply.

Because today. A "village chief" from the Solar System. Decided to change this universe to a new set of rules—that belonged to humans.

He didn't linger for another look, because he knew that this was the true destination he was going to on this trip...

(End of this chapter)