Soon, Bai Luan's jogging plan ended, and he no longer followed Professor Ratio.
After leaving Ratio, Bai Luan returned to the grass and began to exercise at his own pace.
Push-ups, sit-ups, squats—the same old three.
As a beginner, you can't expect Bai Luan to know too much.
Besides, what if he knew advanced moves?
Other than stuffing those instructional videos into his favorites to scare off the fat on his body, he wouldn't actually learn them.
Honestly, just be a beginner. If you feel you can go further, then go for it.
If you feel more comfortable as you are now, then stopping here and treating it as a hobby is perfectly fine.
When Bai Luan had completed half of all his sets, Truth Father finished his run.
He walked over to Bai Luan, scanning his movements.
Hmm, no problem.
Then he started his own workout.
Soon, Bai Luan finished all his sets and sat aside, watching Professor Ratio's movements.
He watched and guessed which part of the body each movement exercised and what its key points were.
"Aren't you afraid of being late?"
After being stared at by Bai Luan for so long, Ratio finally couldn't help but speak.
Bai Luan smiled and said:
"Professor, my first class is taught by you. As long as you're here, I won't be late."
"I won't change my teaching schedule for you. You can come to me for questions, but my class won't stop for you."
"Of course, I know. I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to make such an unreasonable request."
After saying this, Ratio stopped speaking and continued to exercise in silence.
Although Bai Luan wasn't a seasoned fitness enthusiast, he could feel how standard Truth Father's movements were.
Every movement of Professor Ratio had a very small error. If one didn't nitpick meaningless details like hair strands moving in the wind, they were almost identical.
This is what is meant by, 'An expert's move immediately shows their skill.'
This time, Bai Luan spoke:
"Professor, you just said I could ask you questions, right?"
"Of course, I am your teacher, and it is my responsibility to answer your questions."
"Can I also ask about fitness-related questions?"
"Ask."
"I'm a beginner. Can I consider moving on to the next step now?"
Professor Ratio had just finished a set. He glanced at Bai Luan.
"You can consider the next step."
"Next question, can I learn from you?"
"My workout time isn't fixed."
"I see. Do you always come here to work out?"
"Not necessarily."
"From now on, I'll come here to work out. I'll ask you for guidance if we meet again."
Bai Luan stood up.
"Professor, see you in class."
Bai Luan picked up his phone, casually took a photo, and sent it to Xiu.
Bai Luan: Morning.
Xiu: Morning.
Bai Luan: [Image] Have you ever seen First University of Truth at five in the morning?
Xiu: I have now.
Xiu: [Image]
Bai Luan looked at the picture; the Inspiration Shroom was singing loudly!
Xiu: It's been singing 'Inspiration Shroom, Inspiration Shroom' since early morning.
Bai Luan: Be careful not to disturb other staff members.
Xiu: Don't worry.
Xiu: Only I'm bothered.
Bai Luan couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this message.
It seems life over there is quite cheerful too.
Infected by the cheerful atmosphere, Bai Luan happily walked home, took a shower, and then lay in bed for a while.
He opened a short video platform and started scrolling through videos.
People from the entire universe gathered on this platform, producing videos that truly showed the myriad aspects of life.
After all, you could genuinely scroll through these videos and find aliens and tricks beyond human imagination.
He opened the backend of his account; his private messages were, as always, overflowing.
Before, when he resumed updating, these people were all spamming 'Zombie King Resurrects' in the comment section.
Now that he hadn't updated for a while, they were back to stirring things up in his DMs.
"Please don't die [crying] [crying] [crying]."
"Will we ever meet again in this lifetime? (referring to updates)"
"Come back, soul... come back, soul... come back, soul..."
"As a sentient machine lifeform, I can't help but feel that it's great to be able to live for a while longer by replacing parts, but I'm really afraid I won't outlive you, so can you update?"
"Update quickly! You're the only common topic between me and my old man!"
Looking at these chaotic private messages, the corner of Bai Luan's mouth twitched.
Since they all like to play with memes that haven't been updated in hundreds of years, I'll play along with them.
Bai Luan screenshotted a few messages from fans urging updates, made them into an album, and captioned it:
It's only been a few months since the last update! Already urging for more? Today's audience is too impatient [doge] [funny] [doge]
Then, he posted it as a prank video.
The moment it was posted, the video's data grew explosively.
"Old scoundrel! What are you saying!"
"Is that even human speech!"
"Does this mean the next update will be another few hundred years? No!"
"Brothers, see you in a few Amber Eras!"
"I'm going to set up an electronic tombstone here to prove we were here."
"Erect a tombstone +1"
"Erect a tombstone +10086."
Seeing these people take his joke seriously, Bai Luan unhurriedly posted an update, with only six words.
Just kidding with you all.
Soon, the most liked comment appeared in the comment section:
"Seriously, why didn't I notice you had so many tricks before?"
Bai Luan replied:
"Trying to keep up with the times."
The original poster replied:
"What have you been learning!!!"
Bai Luan thought for a moment, then edited his comment and posted it in the comment section, pinning it.
"You can use that video to trick unsuspecting fellow fans into thinking I'm going to delay updates for another few hundred years, because it's not fair if only I get tricked, right? [tea] [doge]"
Soon, this pinned comment received replies.
"Hey! Don't even say it, don't even say it!"
"Don't tell anyone, okay!"
"Let's all sign a secret agreement! Everyone gets a share!"
"The most urgent task is to quickly find someone who hasn't seen this update!"
"Fools ponder a thousand times, the wise have already acted."
"You won't learn anything from me!!!"
"I get it now, there's not a single good person here! Good thing I'm not either!"
While Bai Luan's video and update sparked an internet carnival, his attention was no longer there.
Because his alarm clock rang, and it was time for him to leave for class.
The walk wasn't far, and Bai Luan soon arrived at the classroom.
Not many brave souls chose Professor Ratio's course, only about a dozen in total.
There were both men and women, some clearly appearing to be rich young masters, and others simple girls with braided hair and black-rimmed glasses.
Soon, Professor Ratio walked into the classroom, stood at the podium, scanned the people sitting before him, and took out the roster to call roll.
Names were called one by one, each time met with a raised hand.
"Rosen!"
The young master, with a lazy, drawn-out ending to his voice, weakly raised one hand:
"Here~"
Ratio glanced at Rosen with a hint of annoyance, then moved on to the next person:
"Lin Lin."
The girl tremblingly raised her hand, shaking it a few times as if afraid Ratio wouldn't see her.
"I, I'm here!"
Ratio nodded at her, and only then did Lin Lin sigh in relief and lower her hand.
Bai Luan looked up, his gaze appearing bored, and looked at Ratio.
The last one?
"Bai Luan!"
Bai Luan silently raised his hand.
"Everyone is present."
Ratio put down the roster, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to write on the blackboard.
Before long, a difficult problem was written out by him.
"Did anyone get the answer to the homework I left last time?"
Bai Luan glanced at it, and several formulas appeared in his mind, instantly plugging in values to solve it.
The complex formula was broken down, step by step, and the final answer was so simple it was hard to believe.
3.
The answer is 3.
Bai Luan glanced around, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It seems no matter the time, students shrinking back when the teacher calls on them is always the same.
Especially the girl named Lin Lin, who was trembling violently.
"3."
The young master raised his hand and stated the answer.
Ratio glanced at him:
"Come up and write out the process."
"I don't know, I looked up the answer."
"Wasting my time, negative points!"
Ratio didn't humor him, directly throwing a piece of chalk at him.
The young master's eyes changed, and he dodged to the side, but the chalk precisely hit where he dodged.
It struck him dead center, making him cry out in pain.
Bai Luan stood up, shouting in a tone that wanted to be conspicuous:
"I'll do it!"
Then he walked up to the podium, took out a piece of chalk, exchanged a glance with Ratio, and began to solve the problem.
Soon, more than half of the blackboard was covered with his writing, and finally, Bai Luan wrote down the ultimate answer.
A little scoundrel.
Ratio scrutinized the entire process, looked at Bai Luan, and finally uttered two words:
"Bonus points."