Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

The next afternoon.

A certain classroom in Fengdu University.

Sitting in the last row, Jian Mingshu kept folding the letters Suqiu had left for him, looking boredly at Kunpeng on the podium.

Or, on the university campus, he should be called "Professor Yu".

This Professor Yu looks elegant and refined, wearing round silver-rimmed glasses, walking up and down on the podium freely, talking eloquently.

This class is "University Physics" that most people have a headache and are afraid to avoid.

Because of this "Yu Weikun" professor, the physics class of Fengdu University is different from other schools, and the halls are full.Jian Mingshu arrived more than ten minutes early and only managed to grab the last row.

When the class was about to start, people came in one after another, and all the aisles were full.

Jian Mingshu always taunts Kunpeng, these people are here for their looks, not for their knowledge.

Sure enough, the physics knowledge in Kunpeng's textbook didn't last long, and he began to let himself go, talking about everything, from ancient legends to the super empty Eridanus constellation.

The students seemed to be listening with gusto, listening to him rambling, even more enthusiastically than listening to lectures.

"...Humans always believe in their own perception. The stars are the stars, and the sky is just the sky. But they ignore that vision, hearing and even thinking are just the information sent by the brain when it is stimulated."

"Maybe the stars are not stars, and the sky is not the sky. Maybe we are all soaked in tanks, with layers of cables plugged into the back of our heads, but we think we are living in the real world. In this sense, I deeply recommend " The Matrix is ​​included in the must-see range for primary and secondary schools."

There was a burst of low laughter among the students.

Kunpeng propped up the podium with one hand, followed by a casual smile, with some curly hair showing a nice arc.His expression and demeanor look a lot like Concise Concubine.

He scanned the entire classroom and effectively controlled the classroom atmosphere.

"In this regard, the ancients did better than us. For example, in the "Da Huang Jing", when referring to Zhulong, he said that "his eyes are dark, his vision is bright, he does not eat or sleep, and the wind and rain are the same." This thinking It’s amazing, the day you see is not day, maybe it’s just the candle dragon opened its eyes; the wind you feel is not the wind, maybe it’s just the sigh of the candle dragon.”[1]

"If the person who wrote Candle Dragon lived in modern times, he should be a fan of string theory. However, he didn't expect that the basic energy string he used was a bit too big." [2]

Kunpeng stopped on purpose and made a helpless expression, which caused the students to burst into laughter again.This smile is a compliment to his cute expression.

"We see a dragon as a dragon, and a star as a star. Maybe the dragon is not a dragon, it is wind or rain, day or night; maybe the star is not a star, it is a sigh tens of thousands of years ago-running in the universe for more than 1 years , it came into your eyes. Thinking about it this way, looking at the stars is really romantic."

Kunpeng stopped.I believe that at this time, many female students felt the romantic starlight from ten thousand years ago in his light brown eyes.

"As we have discussed in this class, since it can be assumed that all matter is composed of strings, only due to differences in the 'frequency' or 'way' of vibration, strings constitute the basic particles, and particles constitute all things. Then the world, including Candle Dragon , including you and me, even including 'thinking', is it what we recognize?"

"Maybe, we sit like this, and the scene you listen to when I tell you is completely different from the eyes of high-dimensional creatures. Maybe you are not you, I am not me, we are all vibrating strings. And this class is just on the strings. , a beautiful echo."

Jian Mingshu bowed his head, he was afraid that Kunpeng would see the playful smile on his face.

Obviously standing on the stage and talking about physics and the universe is the most unreasonable existence in the entire classroom.

"Professor! Do you mean that there will be high-dimensional creatures, that is, aliens?"

Kunpeng did not answer directly.He lowered his head and smiled, his chin stretched out in a nice arc.

"You are still looking at the mountains!" A girl in the crowd retorted directly, "How do you know that aliens or high-dimensional creatures are not another form of string vibration?"

Kunpeng nodded with great satisfaction.

"As this student said. If the hypothesis of string theory is true, not only aliens, ghosts, ancient gods, and even parallel worlds are just different forms of fundamental particles."

"If we understand the mystery of this, can we do it in reverse, capture the echo of a personal 'thinking', and reversely form other substances, such as: independent worlds."

"Then he will become the God of Creation!" A boy said shrewdly.

The students burst into laughter.

Kunpeng smiled, his eyes were hidden behind thick lenses.

"Then why not?"

The get out of class bell ruthlessly interrupted this mysterious physics class.

Most of the students rushed out like the ebbing sea, leaving only a few sporadic ones who looked at Professor Yu with great interest while tidying up their textbooks slowly.

Jian Mingshu patiently turned the letter from Suqiu in his hand, and waited for the last few procrastinating students to leave the classroom, then he casually walked to the first row and leaned loosely on the desk.

"Yo."

Kunpeng was packing up the lesson plans. Hearing this lazy greeting, he raised his head and glanced at Jian Mingshu.On his glasses, a semicircular spot of light was refracted.

He lowered his head and said calmly, "It's not big or small."

Jian Mingshu was overjoyed by this indifferent reaction, it seemed that today was a coincidence, and he happened to meet Sea God Kun.

This joy just lit up his heart, but he saw the elegant and elegant Kunpeng holding the book off the podium just now, casually put his shoulders on his shoulders, pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "How do you say hello to Dad? Huh?"

...It turned out to be Feng Shenpeng.

Just like in the myths and legends, Kunpeng is good at everything, just a genius.

"There is a fish in the north, and its name is Kun. The size of Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is." [3]

In "Zhuangzi", the words about his essence are too tactful, so many people don't want to understand.In fact, this sentence translated into the vernacular is: Kunpeng is one body, double godhead, in the sea is the sea god Kun, and riding the wind is the wind god Peng.This ancient god is a real genius.

Although Poseidon Kun was steady and calm, it was a pity that Feng Shenpeng was neither in tune nor reliable.

Up to now, the two godheads are still playing on equal footing, and they have never been able to distinguish between primary and secondary.

"Tsk." Jian Mingshu gave him a disgusted look, "Call Kun to come out, I have business to do today."

"Can't we talk about business when we see Dad?"

Jian Mingshu used all his strength to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

Successors in the new era must cultivate themselves.

He pulled up a smile that he thought was extremely fake.

Kunpeng pretended to sigh: "You are still cute, soft and sweet. When you were four or five years old, you were only a little bit big, and your face was as white and tender as icing sugar. Every time I go home, you pounce on me softly. , like a glutinous rice bean paste bun, and can still call 'Dapeng Dapeng' in a childish voice—"

"Stop it. You have to be hungry to see if you can eat anything."

"I'm telling the truth."

Kunpeng deliberately pretended to be sorry, and continued: "It's a pity, after Xiaomengshu grows up, he doesn't stay at home all day. He would rather go out to climb rocks than go home to see me, a widowed old man, and he is so indifferent to his father. I'm so sad, so sad."

"Didn't I invite you for my rock climbing and skydiving? Isn't it because you didn't go by yourself?"

Kunpeng covered his heart with a delicate face: "Little Mengshu, don't bully the elderly. I'm weak, and if I'm dizzy, I'll touch you. You're trying to sell me."

"If you are sick, there is an affiliated hospital in the university."

The eyes of Jian Mingshu's heart have already rolled to the sky, it's really a bad time, and it's hard to come here once, and he also meets Uncle Peng who is out of tune.

"Also, stop talking nonsense and call me 'Little Meng Shu'."

Kunpeng suddenly took a careful look at him.

Behind the glasses, Kunpeng's eyes instantly turned cold, as dark as a moonless night sky.He quickly pulled his face down: "Where did you get dirty?"

"what?"

"Your primordial spirit." Kunpeng said. [4]