Chapter 47 No more guessing what others think

Wu Xing's words were both mysterious and shocked Zhang Jinhai.

Maybe I really underestimated Dr. Wu.

Maybe Dr. Wu doesn't use that perverted method of making money for everyone.

Rather, it is deliberately targeted at certain specific objects.

some specific objects.

terrible.

It seems that when facing the Wu family in the future, we cannot simply avoid them.

Instead, you must brace yourself and face every communication seriously.

No, you should face every confrontation seriously.

With this delay, the time for breakfast is completely missed.

Zhang Jinhai returned to the dedicated classroom with his stomach rumbling.

Put the high school mathematics textbook on the desk and show it.

In fact, it is accessing the huge information of the biological computer.

Among the people Zhang Jinhai faces now, there are always people who tell lies for various reasons.

We really need a way to see their true thoughts.

The conventional method is to use a polygraph.

But this method has too many restrictions.

The person being lie-detected must cooperate with you or be controlled before this can be achieved.

Forget it, waste this brain.

It's so tiring.

Zhang Jinhai shouted: "Travel to the future AD 4100."

The scene before my eyes has changed.

This era is already very advanced.

Everyone's material living standards can be maintained at a high level.

Achieved on-demand supply.

A variety of large laboratories are also provided for interested people to study things of interest on their own.

Zhang Jinhai chose a psychological research laboratory.

After opening the door with his palm print on the door, a very spacious laboratory appeared in front of him.

Zhang Jinhai came to the control console of the central computer and gave a voice command: "Develop for me an instrument that can view human thoughts in 1985."

A message was immediately displayed on the big screen: "Mind Reading Device: It is equivalent to a small program. When connected with a human computer interface, it can assist humans in reading the inner thoughts of the humans being watched."

Do I need to install it?”

Zhang Jinhai happily chose the "Yes" option.

"The mind reader was successfully installed.

The system has detected that your biocomputer system version is too low.

Do you need to upgrade?"

Zhang Jinhai is not greedy. No matter how low-level the current biological computer system is, it was enough for use in 1985 AD.

What if I upgrade rashly and something unexpected happens, affecting my summer college entrance examination in 1985?

After Zhang Jinhai understood this truth, he decisively chose to leave.

Out of curiosity, I looked back when I was about to go out. The information displayed on the big screen was a bit confusing: "This human being is too strange.

Surprisingly able to resist the temptation to upgrade the biological computer system.”

"Damn, what the hell is this?

Doesn’t it mean that in this era, supply is based on demand?

Why is there such a strange computer?" Zhang Jinhai had some doubts in his heart.

A ‘return’ command, back to the reality of 1985.

It’s better to be more grounded in reality, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

The head teacher, Zeng Jianjian, walked in: "Jin Hai, thank you for your rescue yesterday.

Principal Yu came to talk to me early this morning.

He said I am capable of being a grade director."

Of course Zhang Jinhai understood that this was a conversation before a subordinate was promoted: "Congratulations to Teacher Zeng for being promoted to grade director."

The head teacher, Zeng Jianjian, put a finger on his lips: "Shh! Keep your voice down!"

I haven’t even written my horoscope yet.”

An announcement from the school came over the radio:

notify

All teachers and students of the school are asked to gather in the square in front of the teaching building within 10 minutes.

Hold a brief opening ceremony.

Principal Yu Guangzhi is wearing a straight tunic suit today.

A shiny pen is pinned to the pocket of your coat. When the sun shines, it gives people a golden feeling.

Principal Yu Guangzhi walked to the center of the stage, stood close to the front, and looked at the dark crowd of students and faculty in the square.

gave a speech:

Dear classmates:

Dear hardworking colleagues:

good morning guys!

On this beautiful day, please allow me to express my best wishes to you all on behalf of the school.

I wish you all a Happy New Year!

Welcome everyone back to school safely.

Today we hold a short opening ceremony.

The grade ranking results are announced as usual.

However, this year it will no longer be read from the third grade of high school, but from the first grade of high school.

The first place in the first grade of high school: Zhang Jinhai, Class 1, Grade 3

Second place in the first grade of high school: Gu Hong, Class 1, Grade 3

Ranked third in the first grade of high school: Wu Xing, Class 1, Grade 3

…

An important personnel appointment for the school is announced below:

In view of the fact that the former director of the first grade of high school has reached the retirement age, the school leaders decided after research to appoint Mr. Zeng Jianjiang, the teacher of the first and third classes of high school who achieved extremely excellent results in the first semester of high school, as the new director of the first grade of high school.

…

Finally, I wish all students to reach higher levels and achieve better results in the new year.

Dismiss the meeting.

This simple opening ceremony, no matter how streamlined it was, still lasted for more than an hour.

Some students complained: "Fortunately it's short.

If it were normal, wouldn't it be open for a whole day?"

"That's right, you'll definitely have to stand on your feet."

“It’s been very polite this year.

I talked about it all morning last year.”

"Last year and the year before that were nothing.

It was only as good as the year before last, and it opened in the afternoon.

It was getting dark, and the principal was still very excited.

I heard that that year, he just became the principal.
To be continued...