I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 202
Chapter 202: Chapter 161:1 Really Stepped into a Ghost l
Translator: 549690339
Harrison Clark had a painful and hard-to-recall day of mixed emotions.
He once thought that Martha Owen was already quite strict.
But after witnessing the holographic simulation of the Cruel Nun version of Mr. Owen, he realized his naivety.
What kind of ghost is it to have a lecture spoken twice as fast?
What is being electrocuted for answering a question incorrectly?
What is not being able to finish the previous question before having to move on to the next one?
Why is the curriculum for first-grade so difficult?
By evening, when Martha Owen finally finished her work and returned to Harrison, he was nearly exhausted.
He admired his learning progress with resentment.
Mr. Clark, who was greatly humbled, could hardly breathe.
Martha Owen glanced at his progress and praised, “Not bad, you finished three units in a day. That’s quite efficient.”
Harrison rolled his eyes, filled with resentment, “Nonsense! With every wrong answer, I’m forcefully recharged, how can I not be fast?!”
“Actually, it’s quite average. Among ordinary primary school students, the top ten percent perform at this level.”
Harrison rolled his eyes again, almost fainting from grief.
I’m putting so much effort in, but I’m still not as good as the top primary school students?
Were these kids born knowing calculus?
Why are you all so precocious?!
What’s wrong with this world?!
“Alright, take another io-minute break. Then we’ll continue.”
Martha shrugged.
Harrison didn’t complain anymore.
Once he accepted the fact that he was a super academic loser, he could truly sense the thick, caring intent that Martha had for nurturing her students.
Strict teachers produce outstanding students; she was helping him rise from the ashes.
“By the way, what did you go to attend to?”
“What is this ‘you you you’ stuff?! Call me Mr. Owen.”
Harrison shut his mouth, silent, and unable to speak.
“Never mind, it’s not a big deal. As you know, the decisive battle day is approaching. We have to make some preparations. In case we can’t win, we might have to think about evacuating.”
Harrison secretly sneered.
Evacuating?
Naive!
But never mind, he wasn’t any better.
To be a person, you have to live naively to have the courage to face the unstoppable darkness.
“Human civilization has such a long history. We can’t just evacuate the people; we want to preserve as many historical sites and relics as possible. In millions of years, when our civilization has spread across the stars, future generations can see the spirit of our ancestors’ unyielding struggle on Earth from these relics.”
Harrison agreed with this statement.
It made some sense.
Although the failure was inevitable, the spirit was commendable.
“However, dismantling and relocating these relics is a delicate task, involving a large amount of archaeological and material science technology. I, unfortunately, am an expert in this field, so I was invited to be in charge of the relocation of historical relics in Oxfordshire.”
Harrison’s eyes brightened slightly, “Oxfordshire? What are the representative relics?”
“There are dozens of miscellaneous ones. Among the most famous attractions, there are Homey Rose and Chesterton Apartment, and several office locations of Summit Ventures.”
Harrison: “Huh? Are these broken places worth it?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?! Do you dare to underestimate Mr. Clark? Don’t think that just because you look like him and have the same name, I won’t dare to beat you!”
Martha got angry.
Harrison felt complicated, not knowing whether to praise her or what.
You guys even missed the public toilet where I once had diarrhea, you’re not professional enough after all.
Ridiculous.
“Homey Rose is where Mr. Clark first publicly demonstrated his talent and took his first step to fame worldwide, and it has great commemorative significance. The museum has a large collection of manuscripts and other original works of Mr. Clark and Carrie Thomas. Each of them is an important historical artifact.”
“Okay, I see. Suppose someone can submit lost artifacts that have been identified as authentic. Is there a reward?”
“Of course! It can improve your social status and resource allocation rights and be admired and praised by the public.”
Harrison’s eyes slowly lit up.
There’s no hope this time.
But no rush, there’s always a next time!
Do you guys want relics?!
I’ll dig a deep hole in the deep mountains and valleys, bury a sealed box myself, and guarantee that no one can find it unless I dig it out myself.
Should I hide some more originals?
Only mine?
What about Carrie’s?
Cough, cough.
“Why are you coughing again? What do you mean by that unscrupulous expression? Pull yourself together! Or else I’ll have Cruel Nun replace me.”
Harrison quickly sat up straight.
“Good, now turn to unit six, the basic force carrier analysis between standard and difference strings.”
The seven-day detention period ended smoothly.
During this time, Harrison’s learning progress was not bad.
He completed all the courses for the first and second grade of primary school and most of the content for the first half of the third grade.He was not very satisfied with himself, but Martha Owen was full of praise.
“Hmm, not bad. I originally thought you could only handle the first two years.” Harrison Clark: “What do you mean by ‘thought’? Underestimating me?”
“Well, I predicted based on the learning ability demonstrated by your educational system, which is very scientific.”
“So did I perform exceptionally?”
“Yes, you can say that. Or perhaps your intellectual development has improved after these days of intensive training. But don’t let your guard down; you only have three weeks left, so your task is still heavy.”
“Fine, that’s good. Cough, cough.”
After leaving the Detention Room and returning to his dormitory, Harrison Clark rubbed his throat, feeling that his throat was getting itchier lately.
He wondered whether he should go to the infirmary, but it seemed too fussing.
He just did a full-body scan in his room with a personal medical device, confirming that his organs were normal, and felt relieved.
However, in the microbiome scan, there were hundreds of red warning names in a dense, long list.
But Harrison Clark didn’t look closely; he just glanced over it.
The microbiome inside the human body couldn’t be measured by quantity, only that there were roughly two to three kilograms of it.
There must be good and bad microbes.
Who didn’t have a few parasites in their body?
Looking at his own 31.81% gene awakening rate in the data also made him feel relieved.
If this was the 21st century, his gene awakening rate would be equivalent to half of a Superman, powerful enough to alarm people.
So, there was no need to panic.
The next morning, Harrison Clark got up early and, after a week’s absence, began jogging towards the training ground, 70 kilometers away.
Although he loved reading, being confined for so long made him feel uncomfortable, feeling his body was close to rusting. Sweating on the training ground might even cure his cough without medicine.
He originally planned to arrive just on time, but as he approached the area, he found that it was already filled with people standing in neat rows.
During the days he was “escaping” training, the military training of the other new recruits had proceeded rapidly, and Daniel Thompson had advanced the training time by half an hour.
“Reporting! Harrison Clark requests to join the ranks!”
Harrison Clark stood outside the class formation and gave a salute.
Daniel Thompson and the new recruits all looked back at him with strange smiles on their faces.
Harrison Clark felt a chill but didn’t know what had happened.
With a wave of his hand, Daniel Thompson said, “At ease! Rest for five minutes, and then adjust the training content.”
Soon, Harrison Clark understood the meaning of their smiles.
Daniel Thompson’s so-called adjustment of training content had a very rich meaning.
The adjustment was as follows.
Everyone went from receiving military training to synchronously providing cultural lesson training to Harrison Clark.
They changed from trainees to trainers, a clever adjustment.
Marthus: “Harrison Clark, don’t panic. We’ve come up with a plan that will allow you to train and study at the same time.”
“Huh?”
“For the next three weeks, we will complete physical training while giving you a lesson. Don’t worry; although I’m not a top student, I’ve learned the micro-energy course very well, at the level of a proper high school graduate.” Another person came up and said, “Right! I’m particularly good at biology, and I have a bachelor’s degree in biology!”
Another one, “Pm really strong in astronomy; I won a competition award when I was a kid.”
“Since you were put into detention a week ago, we’ve been preparing lessons.” “Right, don’t worry. We’ll work hard together, and we definitely won’t let you be dismissed!”
Everyone passionately chatted while the air was filled with the philosophical atmosphere of brotherhood.
Harrison Clark opened his mouth slightly, staring, and then stiffened.
He started imagining the following scene in his mind.
He was running in the scorching sun, sweating profusely.
At the same time, Marthus’ voice echoed in his head through the brainwave communication.
“Friend, do you know the exact value of the strong interaction between charm quarks and top quarks?”
Or.
“Harrison Clark, do you know the exact time it takes for photons to fall on plants and be converted into energy by quantum reactions to hit electrons?”
“Do you know the maximum distance of quantum migration in absolute vacuum?”
“Do you know the biggest obstacle preventing us from mastering the unified force field?”
He was lifting weights with one arm, his muscles bulging and exploding in the sunlight, shouting, “It’s electricity! It’s light! It’s the only myth!”
Harrison Clark thought.
Ah, so frustrating; better go back and get electrocuted.
Seeing his stunned expression, Marthus winked triumphantly, “What do you think? Surprising, isn’t it?”
Harrison Clark nodded, ”1 really thank you guys! Please also convey my sincere regards to your families.”
Marthus enthusiastically patted his shoulder, “No need for courtesy. It’s only by supporting each other like this, without abandoning or giving up on any companion, that humanity has come this far!”
In the following days, Harrison Clark experienced the passionate bombardment of men during the day and the warmth of Martha Owen in the afternoon and evening, indulging in this, losing track of time.
He had no time or energy to ponder the things he wanted to explore.
He wasn’t in a hurry, either.
As the saying goes, to do a good job, one must first sharpen one’s tools. Learning more knowledge first, and then trying to deduce particle-related matters might have a higher success rate.
Everything was progressing steadily, but disaster struck a week later.
He fell ill..
