Zhang Ming could only pinch his nose at his new title of "uncle." Miss Gourd just loved coming up with these strange nicknames.
Of course, making up new names for each other was standard practice. Zhang Ming often teased her by calling her the "Wish Demon God," too.
"Mm, time to make a run for it. If I don't leave now, I'll get caught. I still want to wander around for a while. I don't want to deal with the authorities."
"Once I do, all sorts of bizarre things will come knocking."
Zhang Ming glanced at one of the articles, titled "Zhang Jinming's Fishing Diary." It described the habits of three common species of fish, all pieced together from his memories. The text was clearly handwritten, yet it looked as though it had come out of a printer.
"Why did you put my name on it?" Zhang Ming asked in surprise. "Shouldn't you have signed it with your own name, Gourd?"
[According to human customs, even when students complete research independently, they must list their supervisor as the first author of the paper.]
[Otherwise, their supervisor might use their position to delay their graduation or prevent them from graduating altogether,] Gourd said in a perfectly serious tone. [I am merely an ordinary worker, and I used your memories as reference material. Naturally, your name should be on it.]
Zhang Ming rubbed his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You really understand humans better and better. And you're getting good at dark humor."
Another article, titled "Old Zhang's Fitness Diary," focused on tips for breaking through the Human Limit by combining the Human Breathing Technique with abilities such as the blood-clotting regeneration physique and Dynamic Vision.
Some things were difficult to describe in words, so Gourd had specially placed