After breakfast, Chen Ping went to the top floor of the No. 6 Laboratory Building as usual, intending to ask Mo Fang about his study plan for the day, only to find an empty laboratory.
This made Chen Ping freeze instinctively. In his memory, no matter how early he got up each day, Mo Fang, that little old man with boundless energy, would always be at the table in the laboratory.
The little old man seemed to have inexhaustible strength in his body and endless ideas in his head, with something to keep him busy every day.
Chen Ping tilted his head and looked closely at Mo Fang's workbench, where he saw an oversized notebook as thick as a brick and a letter pinned beneath it.
[Kid Chen, reading these words is as good as seeing me. By the time you see this letter, I've probably already left to conduct an experiment elsewhere. This experiment should take a long time-so long that you might not see me again even after your time as an exchange student ends.]
[So, the notebook I left you contains the study assignments I've prepared for your next two years, the defensive soul tool design insights I'm proudest of in my life, and several core array diagrams of no particularly high level.]
[If that old bastard Jing Hongchen doesn't assign you a new mentor over the next two years, use the notebook I left you to study on your own. With your talent as a soul engineer, that shouldn't be particularly difficult.]
[To tell the truth, my feelings toward a promising young soul engineer like you have always been contradictory. On the one hand, I need to teach you everything I know, to throw as many stumbling blocks as possible in that old fellow Jing Hongchen's