Chapter 4 The Feeling of Genius

After finishing his sentence, his father closed the video and went back to work.

At that time, even though he was seriously ill, he still insisted on working. The Earth Era, this giant spaceship of a new era, was built piece by piece by this group of workaholics.

Zhang Yuan stared at the iron box, lost in thought.

Even after being mocked, he still felt a sense of reluctance.

His father's memory had become somewhat blurred, but now it became clear again, as if they had just parted yesterday.

That feeling was really sad...

After two seconds, he remembered something and suddenly looked at the iron box.

A drug that could enhance intelligence!

Was it real or fake?

Zhang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned, and opened the iron box.

He found a small blue glass bottle filled with liquid inside, along with a disposable syringe.

Enhancing intelligence, impossible, could such advanced black technology really exist in the world?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"If it really existed, the world would already be full of geniuses, and PhDs would be as common as dogs. Even if the price were high, it wouldn't matter."

But, since his father mentioned it, it probably wasn't groundless.

He picked up the glass bottle, affected by dry ice, it was freezing cold, and the light blue liquid inside was no more than 3 milliliters.

Zhang Yuan hesitated, wanting to find an institution to test the components of the liquid. But he was also afraid that this thing might be time-sensitive. Once the temperature rose, it might deteriorate and lose its effect.

So, should he use it or not?

Clenching his fists, he pondered hard for three seconds.

First, the probability of success was greater than the probability of failure.

Second, since it was sent by his father, it shouldn't be harmful...

Third, he was really unwilling to just be an ordinary person.

Not using it would be foolish!

Having made up his mind, Zhang Yuan stopped hesitating, took out the disposable syringe, and drew the blue liquid from the glass bottle.

"Inject intravenously..."

"Calm, calm."

With a deep breath, he plunged the syringe into the vein on his arm.

A sharp pain.

As an astronaut, he had received some medical training, so he was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

Just an injection.

Zhang Yuan bit his teeth and pressed the syringe with his thumb, slowly pushing the blue liquid in.

Soon, his cheeks began to flush, a strange drowsy feeling emanating from his head. He couldn't tell if it was due to nerves or the drug taking effect.

Suddenly, everything spun!

His eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.

...

When he woke up again, he felt his mind was muddled, as if a whirlpool was spinning rapidly.

He continued lying on the ground for a few minutes until the intense pain in his brain gradually subsided.

"...Able to think."

Zhang Yuan laboriously got up, looked around suspiciously, and then repackaged the syringe and glass bottle, putting them in the fridge.

If necessary, maybe he should find a place to analyze the components of the remaining liquid.

"Have I gotten smarter or dumber?"

"Let's try!" he thought enthusiastically.

The simplest test, of course, was calculation.

Zhang Yuan gave himself a problem: "7812378*7812378=..."

???

??

?

It was like a machine had rusted and jammed, the answer didn't leap into his mind immediately.

It's over!

A wave of irritation.

His entire face turned beet red.

Damn it.

Haven't become smarter, have I become dumber?!

"I shouldn't be this unlucky... Ah, if I really am this unlucky, I'll just have to accept it."

He got up from the ground, checked the time, it was already 9 PM, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

"Maybe it's low blood sugar causing brain dysfunction..."

He randomly found an excuse, trying to calm his chaotic emotions, walked into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles for himself, and slurped it down.

Man is iron, food is steel, test IQ after eating the noodles.

Zhang Yuan took steps toward the study and pulled out the book, "Far Abel Geometry and Tame Topology."

He couldn't understand it, still couldn't understand it.

"That's not right, maybe I'm being too impatient, this book is too hard."

Understanding a book doesn't just depend on intelligence, it also requires accumulated knowledge. Far Abel Geometry is a distant branch of Algebraic Geometry, even PhD students in Mathematics find it overwhelming. Without relevant prior knowledge, even if Zhang Yuan's IQ were 250, he couldn't possibly understand its content.

Then switch to another, simpler book.

"The Art of Computer Programming"

A very classic book!

In this era, programming had become a compulsory course in high school and university, even though many people disliked this course just as they disliked Mathematics and Physics.

In their words, "What's the use of learning this? I might not work in this field in the future!"

But there's no denying that Software Engineering was still the highest employment rate specialty, whether in the field of Artificial Intelligence, Information Technology, or various mechanical designs, programming is needed.

Zhang Yuan's university major was "Space Machinery Engineering," a messy field where you learned a bit of everything, programming was of course also mediocre.

Zhang Yuan recalled the knowledge in his mind and opened the first page.

[Volume 1, Chapter 1, Basic Algorithms.]

"Just think of it as reviewing. Though this book is classic, its elementary applications concerning simulation, numerical methods, symbolic computation, software, and system design are still pretty difficult."

Gradually, he entered a highly focused state, and a peculiar emotion arose in his mind.

When pondering and solving problems, it was like conquering one challenging checkpoint after another.

This powerful sense of conquest and satisfaction stimulated him to keep reading.

Time passed by the second, until the entire book, over two hundred pages long, was finished. Zhang Yuan nodded, feeling like he had enjoyed a sumptuous feast.

A pretty good book, no time wasted!

He stopped his pen, hammered his achy back, continually reflecting on the knowledge he'd acquired.

He looked up to check the time.

No way, it's already 3 AM, he'd been reading for six hours!

Time had passed quickly, it was time to sleep.

Wait a minute!

Intel... Intelligence!

Suddenly, he remembered something, and a deep sense of joy surged through him.

In the past, although Zhang Yuan was a diligent and self-disciplined good student, he couldn't be diligent enough to study a boring book for six hours straight without any distractions... He hadn't even noticed the passage of time.

But now, something seemed different, the whole book wasn't just understood in one go, there weren't any obstacles in the middle, everything seemed to happen naturally.

Haha!

It was real!

I really have become smarter!

He excitedly rolled around on the bed...