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"Building roads?" Jiang Buku nodded thoughtfully, this is indeed a good idea.

If you really feel that the overflowing power can't be vented, and you dig a way out, everything will be solved, wouldn't it be more interesting than finding someone to fight?

Moreover, as the female teacher said, there will never be too many roads, and there will never be too many roads.

"it is good!"

He nodded decisively.

Hearing his clear response, several teachers were very happy.

To be honest, they had some concerns about negotiating this matter with this talented student Jiang before.

There is no doubt that Jiang is a genius beyond their expectations, but it is precisely because of this that they feel a little headache, because the other side of genius is often unruly.

Even though they are his teachers now, with the ability he has shown, he will be able to surpass them in all aspects within a few years. They know this, and the genius student Jiang naturally knows it too.

Therefore, in the face of gifted students of this level, teachers who are not qualified enough feel a little "weak" in their hearts, and feel like they are half short when they meet.

Jiang Buku didn't think about these things in his heart. Instead of accepting the task of building the school, he ran to the construction site of the new city more than ten kilometers away from the college.

There is another scene of construction in full swing.

The strength of the craftsmen cannot be compared with that of the students, but all kinds of spirit puppets cooperate with the construction machinery of spirit puppets to form a somewhat different kind of mechanical construction corps. The college is even slightly better.

Seeing this, he also understood better what some teachers said about "thinking about ways to give students contribution value". With the specifications of Yunlai Academy, as long as he has the heart, he can even mobilize a larger-scale spiritual force than that of Xincheng. Puppet mechanical construction corps.

Not only is the efficiency far higher than the current one, but the cost is also far higher than the current one. As we all know, the cost of man-hours is far more expensive than the cost of materials, and the contribution value spent by mobilizing the enthusiasm of a foundation-building student is enough to buy a few more efficient and more obedient The spirit puppet is mechanical.

After watching from a distance for a while, he went back and forth from the air several times to determine the best route plan between the two places.

That night, Zhu Furong rubbed his sore arm and whispered to Jiang Buku, "I feel like I already know what the academy really thinks."

"What do you think?" Jiang Bu asked bitterly.

Zhu Furong said: "The college probably wants to train us to be 'industrial workers'."

Jiang Bu had a hard meal, and seemed a little unresponsive, and turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Zhu Furong moved his butt, moved closer and said:

"Think about it, a long time ago, when there were no special colleges, or even higher education colleges, this was the secondary practice college..."

Saying that, he gave a thumbs up.

"Then, with the development of the times, the population of Yanxia exploded, and the per capita talent became higher and higher. Secondary practice colleges were not enough. Only those who came out of higher colleges were called talents. Then, colleges of higher learning were also reduced. Only those from special colleges Only then is sought after.

What now?

Originally, there was only one special college in a vice capital, but how many are there now?

Doesn't this fall into the previous historical cycle?

It is now called a special college, but can it be the same as the previous special college? "

Jiang Buku said: "However, in terms of talent and personal growth, we are no worse than the students of special colleges 200 years ago, right? We are even better!"

Zhu Furong shook his head and said: "I'm not talking about personal talent, but our position in the eyes of the government and the whole society is continuously declining...it's becoming less and less valuable!"

"What does it matter?

Our talent is not inferior to the students of special colleges back then, and the education we receive and the resources we enjoy now are even better than theirs. No matter how our positioning changes, our growth limit is actually higher than theirs. "Jiang Buku said.

Zhu Furong continued to shake his head, and said: "I won't discuss this with you...you listen to me.

Back then, students who graduated from special colleges were robbed of their reservations before leaving school. They were destined to be the pillars of the entire society, the entire hot summer, and the entire civilization, and they were likely to be famous in history.

And now, I can imagine what it's going to be like when we graduate... it's flooded, too much, and it's worthless.

If it is said that the students who came out of the special class in the past are all the favored children of heaven, then we are nothing more than screws with higher strength and stronger cultivation.

Builders, pioneers, the strongest front-line workforce.

Compared with those ordinary workers, our only advantage is that we are stronger, and we can easily handle tasks that they cannot complete. Apart from that, is there any difference? "

At this point, he had a look of melancholy.

Jiang Buku looked at him very strangely.

"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" Zhu Furong asked.

"You're right, I even think your analysis is very good, but... isn't this a good thing?" Jiang Buku asked.

Just like a scholar, in the early stage of civilization thousands of years ago, if he read tens of thousands of characters, he could be called a pillar of society.

But now, not to mention tens of thousands of words, tens of millions of words are not qualified.

It's not that society has regressed, it's that civilization has progressed.

Zhu Furong heard the words, but really wanted to vomit blood, and pointed at Jiang Buku with trembling fingers, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.

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Seeing Jiang Buku enter the blessed land, Zhu Furong turned to look at Li Wanyue, and said:

"How do you think this guy's brain grows?

Is what I say so hard to understand?

Does he really not understand or is he pretending not to understand? "

He asked questions like a cannonball. Obviously, he was really "blocked" by Jiang Buku's performance this time, and his heart ached.

Li Wanyue didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while before saying:

"Whether he really doesn't understand or not, I think he is trying to make himself not understand."

Zhu Furong was taken aback by Li Wanyue's aggressive words, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Then some reacted, staring and said: "Don't you also think I'm wrong?"

Li Wanyue shook her head and said, "It's not a question of right or wrong."

Zhu Furong looked at her in a daze, and after a while, he scratched his head in confusion and said, "How do I feel... I'm the one who doesn't have enough brains?"

He originally thought that he was the one who saw the most clearly, but it was Jiang Ping, who made him feel frustrated when he met a fool, and he couldn't make any sense.

The conversation is not on the same channel at all!

Li Wanyue didn't answer, but instead asked: "Do you still remember your original ideal?"

"What? What do you mean?" Zhu Furong didn't know what was going on with this woman today, and it gave him a feeling that he couldn't grasp it, just like Jiang Ping, who often had strange words and actions.

Li Wanyue asked again: "Have you ever had an ideal?"

"Uh——" Facing her serious question, Zhu Furong originally wanted to laugh it off, but in his opinion, this kind of innocence, until now, has no other effect except to laugh at himself up.

But looking at her serious eyes, he couldn't help correcting his mentality. Because of this, he became ashamed instead, and said with some hesitation:

"Ideal, who didn't have it when they were young? But... haha, of course we must have a more pragmatic attitude now."

In the end, he still didn't express the great ambition in his heart when he was a child.

Free and unrestrained in the world, my fate is up to me, and the wandering spirits are either Confucius and Mencius, or Lao Dan, or Zhuang Zhou, or Qing Lian.Familiar with the past, the present and the future, proud of the world, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, open up the peace of the world, the fellow travelers of the saints, the guide of civilization...the ideal is as big as the worldview.

Looking back now, what else can I do besides laughing?

Li Wanyue did not continue to ask, but said: "No matter what else, we were all surrounded by the halo of genius. I think there is one thing in common, practice and seek the Tao!"

Speaking of this, she looked at Zhu Furong and asked, "Do you still have the firm belief in seeking Taoism that you did back then? ... Or, in this regard, you have also become more pragmatic?"

Suddenly, Zhu Furong felt that the word "pragmatic" became harsh.

It's even very heartbreaking.

Li Wanyue continued:

"We have seen the choices of Qu Ling and Zheng Zhi, but in terms of talent, are they inferior to us?

Do you look down on them somewhat in your heart?

In fact, how different are we from them?

We are all pragmatic, but they are more pragmatic than us. "

At this moment, she was no longer talking to Zhu Furong, but was taking out her heart and dissecting it carefully.

"Children's ideals are the most wanton. When determining their ideals, they will not consider how difficult it is, how unrealistic it is, how wishful thinking they have, and how self-aware they are... They will not consider these.

I want to be a painter, I want to be a musician... I can think of anything. As for whether I have talent or not, my family's economic conditions allow it, I don't care!

And we will first make up the conditions and then set the goal.

If you have a talent for painting but no talent for music, then, of course, the goal of being a musician is wiped out. The talent for painting is not really top-notch, it is just the best among ordinary people, and it is far from a real genius. Big...not worth it, wipe it off!

Because we are pragmatic.

As we grow older, we find that our spiritual talents are not really top-notch.

IQ can only be said to be not stupid, and it is far from a real monster.

Isn't it stupid to continue to be a seeker of Tao?

Be more pragmatic of course!

Therefore, we don't talk about ideals. We are very self-aware, careful and careful, and try to achieve an optimal solution for our limited talents.

Erase, erase, erase all unrealistic things, pursuit beyond one's own conditions! "

Every time she said "erase", it was like a heavy blow to Zhu Furong's chest. Similarly, it also hit the hearts of herself, Liu Jing, Wang Xue and others beside her.

"Is this seeking the Tao?... Is this doing business? If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

Having said that, she seemed to be nodding or shaking her head, and said:

"I have never had this kind of attitude. I feel that the closest I was to this kind of state of mind was when I was the most ignorant and the youngest. As I grew up, I understood more and more things. The more pragmatic you are, the farther you will be from this state of mind.”

"I will consider things very pragmatically, and I will always be sensitive and uneasy about changes in the world. I think this is the way of a smart person.

...But, is it really necessary?

For example, if I claim to be a steadfast, unwavering seeker, do I care about such things?Should I care? "

Having said that, she shook her head and said:

"No, it's just the tiniest details.

If my mind is already full of these thoughts, entangled and annoyed by them, doesn't this just prove the rationality of this trend change?

We are all making very pragmatic considerations. Should we still demand that the school treat us as individual seekers?

Of course they will arrange us very pragmatically! "

At this moment, Zhu Furong, who was quite proud of his own vision, was ashen and sweaty.

Li Wanyue continued:

"We have all seen Jiang Ping's changes in the past year, which can be called a miracle, and others attribute this reason to his outstanding talent.

I admit that his talent is likely to be better than we initially thought.

However, I believe that if we only talk about talent, he is still not at Zhuo Bufan's level! "

Zhu Furong, Liu Jing, and Wang Xue, who were originally bowing their heads in thought, looked up at her in surprise.

It seems to be asking, why are you so sure?

Li Wanyue shook her head, did not answer, but her meaning was very clear, don't ask, it is a woman's instinct to ask.

Instead she said:

"We all made the mistake of 'centering on me'. We saw the changes after he entered the first class of the county school, so we think he performed a miracle in this year.

However, in the eyes of the tenth class of the county school, his miracle has been performed for four years now!

In the eyes of their classmates in the town school, this miracle has been performed for a longer time! "

Finally, she said: "He has been performing miracles all along, we just saw this year!"

Her last words were like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.

Wang Xue, who seldom speaks in this group, suddenly said: "Hearing what you said, why do I think his talent is more terrifying than Zhuo Bufan's?"

Li Wanyue said: "Perhaps, he does have a very unique talent... For example, the stronger the heart of Taoism, the faster the growth rate? And his strange behavior, he likes to be in contact with excellent people, even if it attracts There are many disgusting eyes, still stubborn, maybe, he can get something from it?"

She guessed casually, then shook her head and said: