The following day, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle. After finishing his morning exercise, Lancelot stepped onto the floating platform to go to class.
This morning he enrolled in a course on genetic engineering.
Lancelot took this course very seriously.
Starting today, he'll have one more identity.
A genetic genius!
As Professor Gael said, a reckless person cannot go far on the path of Innovation School, even if they awaken many Ability Energy by luck.
However, without the ability to develop Innovation Skill, these Ability Energy are nothing more than a disorganized mess, grand in appearance but useless in practice.
To master Innovation Skill, one must have a sufficient understanding of genes.
Every super-powerful figure in the field of Innovation School is a great scientist in genetics; this is not just empty talk.
When Lancelot entered the classroom, many students were already seated. He glanced around, casually found a seat near the front, and sat down next to a bright-eyed girl with white teeth. Her beautiful eyes kept glancing in his direction, and her cheeks were flushed; she clearly recognized him.
With nothing else to do, Lancelot started chatting with the girl, who became very excited, her ears turning bright red.
After all, to ordinary students, Lancelot is practically a genius and the school heartthrob, a double blessing that makes him incredibly charming in the eyes of girls. Countless girls at the Holy Sword Academy have their eyes on him, Christine receives many gifts every day.
"The teacher is here."
Someone said something, and the previously noisy classroom suddenly quieted down. Some students quietly stuffed snacks into their drawers, and those that had just been put into their mouths quickly covered their mouths, chewed rapidly, and then swallowed.
Ultimately, they are still just children, the youngest being only eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest only in their early twenties. Even if they are Transcendent, they only possess power; wisdom doesn't grow out of thin air.
Many students are not yet mature; they are at an age of youthful vigor, carefree spirit, and innocent charm. If you strip away their Transcendent Radiance, you will find that these little guys are no different from ordinary people of the same age.
She loves snacks, blushes when she sees pretty girls or handsome guys, easily gets distracted in class, and subconsciously fears her teacher...
In the quiet atmosphere, under the watchful eyes of more than a hundred students, an elderly man in a white robe walked in from outside the door. His face was deeply lined with wrinkles.
Lancelot's eyes flickered slightly. He couldn't sense the slightest energy fluctuation from the old man, and from his walking posture, he could tell that his physical body wasn't strong; he was just an ordinary person.
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. I'm Sugela, Professor of Genetic Engineering at the Holy Sword Academy Research Institute. I will be responsible for part of the content of this course from now on."
"Any other questions?" Sugela glanced around. His facial features were quite peculiar, with a natural smile. Although his expression was calm, it seemed as if he was smiling to outsiders, giving people a very approachable feeling.
Seeing that no one spoke, Sugela began his lecture.
He first talked about the importance of genetic engineering, and then began to talk about the most basic biology. He spoke very quickly, but his pronunciation was very clear.
Lancelot listened attentively; with his memory, he would never forget Sugela once he heard it.
While listening to the lecture, Lancelot compared the knowledge taught by Sugela with Logo's memories of bloodline science in his mind, and also referred to the basic textbook on genetic engineering compiled by the Aslant Civilization.
By employing a three-pronged approach, a wealth of essential knowledge was quickly extracted, and the individual gradually became immersed in it.
The girl next to him didn't have Lancelot's strong learning ability. After listening for a while, she frowned in pain, her fair face scrunched up like a bun, and her right hand unconsciously gripped her hair, accidentally pulling out a strand.
"Ouch..."
The pain made the girl cry out involuntarily. She quickly covered her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Sugela was still calmly lecturing.
"Ugh... this is way too difficult," the girl muttered to herself, then looked at Lancelot beside her and saw that he was listening intently, completely absorbed in the lesson.
With a slight purse of her pink lips, the girl felt both admiration and a sense of defeat.
We're all human, so why is there such a huge difference between us?
Time slips away like a gentle Qingfeng through your fingers.
Before we knew it, only half an hour of class time remained.
Sugela stopped lecturing, glanced at the large group of sour-faced people in the classroom, shook his head slightly, but wasn't surprised.
Genetic engineering is already extremely difficult, not to mention that he interspersed a great deal of his own insights during his lectures.
The quality of the courses has indeed improved several times over, but the difficulty has also increased dramatically.
but...
Sugela' expression hardened as he looked at Lancelot.
The old professor had noticed this student long ago. In class, he never lost focus, always paying close attention, and even nodded frequently involuntarily. It seemed he actually understood everything!
"If you have any questions, please feel free to ask," Sugela said.
The students looked at each other in bewilderment.
It's not that they don't have questions, but rather that they have too many questions and don't know where to begin.
So much so that after more than ten seconds, no one spoke.
Seeing this, Lancelot stood up.
Sugela' eyes lit up. "Does this student have any questions?"
"Teacher, I have some understanding of the changes in the spontaneous rejection response of chain cells during gene editing. I would like to ask you if my understanding is correct," Lancelot said sincerely.
"Oh? You mean?" Sugela said, extending his hand.
"That's right, I think..."
In this way, Lancelot shared some of the essential knowledge he had distilled, mostly in plain language, with almost no technical jargon.
After all, he'd only attended one class. If he just threw out a bunch of technical terms, wouldn't that just arouse suspicion?
However, even in plain language, Lancelot expressed his meaning very clearly, demonstrating a very strong understanding and insight into genetic engineering.
Professor Sugela listened, his heart filled with unconcealed shock. After Lancelot finished speaking, he asked curiously, "Young man, have you studied this subject before?"
"No." Lancelot shook his head blankly.
"Is that so?" Sugela nodded slightly, and the way he looked at Lancelot changed, as if he were examining a hidden gem, a piece of uncut jade!
This child is a genius!