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You know everything.
"Qiongzai, are we considered unemployed?"
Xinghejing experienced the feeling of losing her job for the first time, and her little face fell.
Looking at Xing's face, which looked like the sky had fallen, Daheita couldn't help but ask:
What kind of expression is that?
"I love my job here."
Xing sat slumped on the ground, weak and boneless, her two long, snow-white legs curled up in grievance, her golden eyes instantly filled with tears of despair, as if she had lost the meaning of life.
"The coffee machine and snacks are still there."
Qiong glanced back at the room.
"Oh? Then it's alright."
Xing's tears evaporated instantly, and she sprang up from the ground with the agility of a spring.
He casually patted the white coat that symbolized his knowledge, instantly reverting to the dignified demeanor of an 'intellectual' scholar.
The Great Black Tower: "..."
The blatant oppression and plunder by the four schools of thought finally ignited the anger of the academia.
Damn it!
How can you do academic work while surrounded by these insects?!
And so, the grand parade began.
The Galactic Library of Ismail, the Book of Wisdom gilded in gold, the annual celebration of the Institute of Knowledge, tens of thousands of scholars holding banners aloft.
"Return knowledge to knowledge!"
"The company and the Bo Shi Society are in cahoots!"
"Dirty politics! Get out of the academy, you stinking credit points!"
The protesters spat and shouted, their voices deafening.
"Hehe~ Qiongzai, do you think my drawing looks like her?"
Xing nudged Qiong with his elbow triumphantly, pointing to the library's magnificent exterior wall.
She used beacon coloring to spray-paint a huge, crooked, and silly version of March on it.
This masterpiece stood out more than sheep among wolves among a sea of serious protest signs.
Whether it was the indignant marching scholars or the academic clique's henchmen who were on high alert, they all fell silent upon seeing this graffiti.
"Hmm, the spirit of the performance is captured quite well."
Qiong stroked her chin and commented seriously, "But I'd like to make some minor modifications."
He nimbly climbed onto Xing's shoulder, took the coloring agent, and added a few strokes to the eyes of the giant statue.
She changed her gaze to resemble that of Theodore, radiating a wise and intelligent light.
"Yes, that's even more vivid."
"Add the three finishing touches, and the soul is in place."
Xing nodded in satisfaction.
"That's enough for you two."
The big black tower was speechless at the two of them causing trouble regardless of the occasion and atmosphere.
The protest was quickly suppressed.
The "Complete Guide to Non-lethal Suppression Weapons" compiled by the Bo Shi Society has a table of contents that is 3112 pages long.
The moment the academic cliques activated the nerve suppression device, an invisible force field swept across, and the marching crowd collapsed to the ground like felled wheat, unable to move.
However, amidst this human carpet, two gray-haired figures still bounced around, standing out conspicuously.
One person continued graffitiing on the wall, while the other was diligently writing insulting slogans such as "The higher-ups at the school are all big XXs".
It was less like participating in a parade and more like attending a party.
"Qiongzai, don't you feel... a lot of people are staring at us?"
Xing finally realized that countless gazes were focused on him, and tilted his head in confusion.
"Oh, the parade banner you're wearing on your head is upside down."
"oh oh!"
Xing hurriedly untied the cloth strip from her head and frantically turned it over to re-tie it.
But she felt that the gazes on her had not decreased, but rather increased.
"Ok?"
Xingbao tilted her head in confusion, her adorable golden eyes filled with the innocent foolishness of a college student.
That innocent look made many of the students slumped on the ground seem to see their own silly students in the lab who were making their blood pressure soar.
What kind of strange creature has snuck into the parade?
Qiong reacted swiftly, immediately throwing away the coloring agent in her hand and grabbing a flag that someone had dropped nearby, like Don Quixote charging towards a windmill.
"For truth! For dignity! Break through the blockade!"
Qiong's expression was solemn, and his voice was loud:
"Charge—!"
The sudden, heroic charge startled the already tense academic, causing him to instinctively pull the trigger.
A high-energy plasma beam sliced through the air, triggering a chain of explosions.
The previously suppressed conflict escalated instantly, with flames and energy turbulence turning the scene upside down.
The big black tower put one hand to his forehead, looking as if he couldn't bear to look.
The good news is that the explosion inadvertently destroyed the library's key jump portal.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the non-schools of scholars successfully occupied the Ismail Library, creating a stalemate with the Society's repressive forces.
Another piece of good news is...
Amidst the chaos and throngs stirred up by the explosion, Qiong once again caught a fleeting glimpse of that candy-colored skirt.
That figure stood out from the raging crowd, its calm demeanor eerily serene.
Still incredibly sensitive, the moment Qiong's gaze locked onto her, she vanished into the surging crowd like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
"As expected of the top sixth among geniuses, his stealth skills are maxed out."
Qiong smacked her lips.
The protest turned into a protracted standoff.
Ismail Library is a repository and transfer station for cosmic knowledge.
The non-school scholars utilized the library's resources and their respective expertise to collaborate and establish a temporary living area within the library, even becoming self-sufficient.
An unprecedented wave of academic exchange has erupted here, and the collision of ideas has sparked many groundbreaking insights.
Pativia was also one of the beneficiaries.
Through interactions with other top scholars, she made groundbreaking progress in the study of solitary wave signals.
She finally revealed its true nature.
A unique ripple that penetrates deep into the background of imaginary numbers and is unaffected by spacetime distortion.
"If we can find its origin and use it as the starting point, we can build a model to describe the trajectory of the universe. This model will solve the fourth global problem presented at the futurology conference—is the future of the universe certain or chaotic?"
Pativia's eyes gleamed with excitement, and her voice trembled slightly with elation.
"I rarely see you look at people like that."
Qiong noticed that the Great Black Tower's gaze towards Pativia held a hint of approval.
"Dr. Pattvia is a talented person."
Daheita readily admitted it, his tone tinged with regret.
"If she had grown up in a better environment and with better resources, her achievements would have been far greater than this."
This assessment, coming from the Black Tower, carries immense weight.
The standoff between academia and academic cliques lasted for a long time, until...
"A good opportunity! Brother Wolong, have you finally made your move?"
Qiong picked up the watermelon and melon seeds again.
A certain school of thought within the society unleashed its extraordinary wisdom and pulled off a spectacular feat.
Whether it's conservative academic cliques or progressive free scholars, they all have to say something.
Your faction's ideology seems to be a bit too extreme.
On the planet Krosstia, projected onto the clouds, Iglesias of the Relative Cognition School delivered a passionate speech, which was simultaneously broadcast across 142 star systems.
"Knowledge has become a false concept. The Erudite Society defines what a knowledge tyrant is, and they are using this power to make a fool of the people of the galaxy!"
"And synesthetic beacons are their sinister tool for maintaining this intellectual dictatorship!"
The synesthetic beacon has almost monopolized all information exchange in the galaxy, and the terminal of the synesthetic beacon is controlled by the Erudite Society.
"They've smuggled lies into the translation of 'beacon,' distorting the true meaning of words. They're all liars! They're a cancer on academia!"
Potio gives it a huge thumbs up and loves it intensely.
"Overthrow the tyranny of the Society for Broad Knowledge! Knowledge belongs to everyone!"
Amidst Iglesias's resounding roar, the vigorous movement toward relative cognition spread like wildfire.
Indiscriminately oppose all authority.
Then, regardless of whether they were non-scholars or academic cliques, many legitimate researchers and educators within their sphere of influence were persecuted.
For example, a professor might say in class that planets are round.
"You bullshit!"
A child stood up and loudly retorted.
“My dad told me that our world is shaped like a plate, and if you walk to the edge, you will fall off. He also said that anyone who says the world is round is a liar!”
"No, no!"
Another child jumped up, saying, "The science program on TV said that all planets are shaped like six-pointed stars."
The classroom instantly erupted into chaos as the children eagerly drew the shapes of the planets in their minds.
The only consensus is that planets absolutely cannot be round!
The end result was that the professor was expelled from the campus, and all conclusions about the shape of the planet were removed from the textbooks.
"Hiss... I'm a little scared."
Xingbao crossed her arms and shrank her neck.
"What are you afraid of?"
The Great Black Tower glanced at her.
"Black Tower, don't make it so we can't play the simulated universe."
The Great Black Tower: "?"
What nonsense are you spouting again?
The leadership of the Broad Knowledge Society was furious at the foundational heresy of the Relative Cognition School:
This is no longer an ordinary school of thought; we must take decisive action!
Gunboats, fire!
Bomb them to death!