8: Chapter 8: Laozi Enters the Classroom, Tears of Teachers and Students Delayed by a Millisecond!

Su Pingan looked at Lin Waner's eyes, which were filled with anticipation and embarrassment, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He was a "good-for-nothing" expelled from the National Defense University, someone the villagers saw as a degenerate who didn't attend to his proper duties.

This was the first time someone had looked at him with such admiration.

And she was a babe who looked this good, too.

"Small matter."

Su Pingan waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed.

"It's just internet, right? Follow me, I guarantee I'll get your school set up perfectly."

As he spoke, he turned around, ready to move that pile of "artifacts" on the table.

But when he looked at that lump of iron wire, tape, and various electrical wires tangled together, still slightly hot to the touch, he felt a headache coming on.

This thing was now like a set of conjoined twins; moving it even a little might cause it to fall apart completely.

"Brother, this... how are we supposed to move this thing?"

Su Hao also noticed the problem and scratched his head.

Lin Waner also looked at the pile of stuff curiously; she really couldn't connect this pile of junk to the terrifying 1ms internet speed from just a moment ago.

"Simple."

Su Pingan walked to the corner of the courtyard and dragged out a single-wheeled cart from a pile of debris.

It was the kind used in the countryside to haul fertilizer and grain, with half-dried mud still stuck to the wheel.

He first carefully moved a lead-acid battery he had salvaged from a scrapped e-bike onto the cart, connected the positive and negative terminals, and powered up his "quantum core."

Then, as if he were cradling an ancestral tablet, he moved the device—composed of a satellite dish, a high-voltage package, and crystal fragments—onto the cart, wobbling with every step.

Finally, he casually grabbed a tin washbasin from the entrance of the kitchen and tossed it onto the cart.

"Let's go."

Su Pingan pushed the cart and called out to the two stunned people.

Lin Waner and Su Hao looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

And so, on the country path of Su Family Village, an extremely ridiculous scene appeared.

A young man was pushing a squeaky wheelbarrow piled high with all sorts of scrap metal, a rusty satellite dish facing the sky like a giant ear.

Beside him followed a little kid with eyes full of admiration, and a female teacher with a gentle temperament and a beauty that seemed completely out of place in the village.

"Student Su Pingan, do you... have you always lived in the village?"

Lin Waner walked beside Su Pingan, making small talk, wanting to break the slightly awkward atmosphere.

She was very close, and Su Pingan could smell a faint fragrance coming from her; it wasn't perfume, but rather something like shampoo mixed with a woman's natural scent—it smelled very good.

"Yeah, I was expelled from school, so I came back."

Su Pingan answered concisely, his attention entirely on the road beneath his feet, fearing he might accidentally tip the cart over.

"Expelled?"

Lin Waner was somewhat surprised; she had always assumed Su Pingan was a university student who had returned for winter break.

"Teacher Lin, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Su Hao rushed to explain from the side.

"My brother is a top student from the National Defense University! It's just that he's too awesome, and the school's rigid rules couldn't contain him!"

Lin Waner burst into laughter.

Her smile was like melting creek water in winter—clear and moving.

Su Pingan glanced at her and happened to see her curved eyes and slightly flushed cheeks.

He felt his heartbeat quicken and quickly turned his head away, pretending to be focused on pushing the cart.

"The school is just up ahead."

Lin Waner pointed to a dilapidated two-story building not far away.

That was Su Family Village Primary School.

The wall plaster was peeling off in large patches, revealing the red bricks underneath; the playground was just a patch of yellow dirt, and the only sports facility was a basketball hoop with a crooked rim.

"There are only twenty-three students in the school, basically all left-behind children from the village whose parents work away all year round."

Lin Waner's voice lowered.

"The county provided a computer and a projector the year before last, saying it could be used for remote classes so the children could see the world outside."

"But the internet in the village... you know, let alone watching videos, even opening a webpage takes forever."

"Every time the children have class, they stare longingly at that loading icon that just keeps spinning. Once, a first-grade girl asked me, 'Teacher, are the people in the cartoons also like us, having to wait a long, long time before they can move?'"

As Lin Waner spoke, her voice choked up a little.

Su Pingan's pushing motion slowed down, and he turned his head to look at the woman beside him.

Under the winter sun, her eyes were a little red.

Somewhere in his heart, it felt like something had poked him, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

In the past, when he invented things, it was either to show off or just for fun.

This was the first time he realized that the "junk" he had tinkered with had a completely different meaning for certain people.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound of a tractor-like engine approached from a distance, and a beat-up wuling hongguang wobbled over. The window rolled down, revealing Su Pingan's face, which was full of anger.

"Su Pingan! You little bastard, where are you pushing a cart full of junk to! Why don't you get your ass back home!"

Su Pingan roared, slammed on the gas, and tried to pass from the side.

As a result, the car body shook violently, the exhaust pipe spewed a cloud of black smoke, and the engine stalled right in the middle of the road.

"Damn it! This piece of junk car!"

Su Pingan smashed the steering wheel in anger.

Su Pingan ignored him and just silently pushed the cart, walking past the stalled wuling hongguang.

...

Inside the black SUV, the atmosphere was heavy.

"Captain, the target has moved! He is heading toward the village primary school!" the technician reported.

Captain Li Jun watched the red dot moving continuously on the screen, his fists clenching involuntarily.

"He is pushing a... a wheelbarrow."

Another team member responsible for optical surveillance added with a strange tone.

A wheelbarrow?

A mobile platform capable of carrying a "Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission" formation was actually a wheelbarrow?

This is... too down-to-earth!

"Stay close! Record the signal parameters around the school! I want to know what impact this 'formation' has on the surrounding environment after it is activated!"

Captain Li Jun ordered in a deep voice.

...

In the only classroom of Su Family Village Primary School.

More than twenty children, dressed in simple clothes with rosy, frozen cheeks, were curiously watching Su Pingan push a pile of "trash" into the classroom.

"Everyone, be quiet. Today, Teacher has invited a very capable big brother to perform a magic trick for us."

Lin Waner clapped her hands, signaling the children to sit properly.

Su Pingan parked the cart beside the podium, aimed the rusty satellite dish at the back wall of the classroom, and then inverted the tin washbasin in front of the satellite dish.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Su Hao asked in a low voice.

"Increasing directionality, reflecting all the signals into the classroom so as not to waste them."

Su Pingan explained casually, then nodded to Lin Waner.

"It's ready, Teacher Lin, you can try it."

Lin Waner steadied herself, walked to the computer on the podium, and opened the browser.

She skillfully entered the URL of a well-known domestic public course website.

In the past, this page would take at least a minute to load.

But today, the moment she pressed the Enter key, the familiar homepage of the website, filled with various course covers, popped up in a flash!

Not a single millisecond of delay!

The children let out a small gasp.

Lin Waner clicked on a high-definition documentary about marine life.

The blue, deep ocean instantly covered the entire projection screen!

Schools of sardines were like a flowing silver storm, and a huge blue whale swung its tail fin, slowly swimming across the screen.

The image quality was so clear that even the textures on the whale's skin could be seen clearly!

"Wow—!"

The entire classroom was instantly drowned out by the children's exclamations.

They had never seen such a clear, such a smooth image.

They all opened their eyes wide, their little mouths slightly agape, as if their whole beings had been sucked into that azure ocean.

A little girl with pigtails couldn't help but stand up from her seat, reaching out her little hand, as if she wanted to touch the colorful clownfish on the screen.

Lin Waner stood by the podium, looking at the children's little faces filled with surprise and shock, looking at the light shining in their eyes.

She couldn't hold it back anymore, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She turned her head to look at the young man leaning against the door, looking calm.

"Student Su Pingan, thank you."

Her voice was a little choked up.

"For city children, this is very ordinary."

"But for them, this is the first time... they have seen the outside world so clearly."

Su Pingan looked at her tear-streaked face, his heart a little chaotic.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

He had to scratch his head and grin.

"Small scene, don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

Lin Waner wasn't wearing any makeup at all.

Just at this warm and slightly awkward moment, the phone in Su Pingan's pocket suddenly vibrated with a "buzz."

He took it out and looked.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

[I know what you made isn't a router. Stop it, you are playing with fire.]