Song He said it so calmly, as if it were not a box of obscure, difficult-to-understand papers, but merely a few simple ancient poems that were easy to memorize.
The three people opposite him stared at one another, their faces filled with disbelief.
They would believe it over their dead bodies!
Even a camera needed time to focus. How could the human brain be that fast?
Although they knew the Math-Biology Great Emperor was powerful, even power had to follow the rules of reality. It could not be absurdly powerful!
Ning Mo pulled out a paper and opened it, refusing to believe it. "How should I ask?"
"Anything. You can read one or two sentences, and I'll recite what comes after them." Song He was utterly composed. "The article title and page number work too."
"Fine!" Ning Mo flipped through two pages at random and began reading aloud. "The biological sources of microbial pharmaceuticals are penicillin and actinomycetes. Their targets are..."
Before Ning Mo could finish, Song He immediately answered:
"The targets are antibacterial drugs, antitumor drugs, antiviral drugs, herbicides, enzyme inhibitors, and immunomodulators. Their mechanisms of action are drugs that inhibit cell-wall synthesis, drugs that affect cell-membrane function, and drugs that interfere with protein synthesis."
Silence.
The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly turned strange.
Ning Mo stared at the paper in his hands, his fingers nearly trembling.
The content Song He had just recited actually matched the paper perfectly, without a single word out of place!
"How is that possible?" Ding Yangze was horrified. He bent over, rummaged through the box, grabbed a paper, and backed all the way to the wall.
"Go ahead." Song He smiled at Old Ding.
"Listen carefully!" Ding Yangze flipped open a page at random. "Microbial flue-gas desulfurization has the advantages of low investment,