[In the previous chapter, Lan Ze climbed the seventh floor with his bare hands and slapped the sensitive part of Shishi’s torso and lower limbs. When he slid down from the edge of the building, his hands were scratched.

From now on we are strangers.]

Self-control is the guarantee for everyone's life to appear normal.

This is something Lanze has always been proud of.

Especially before he reaches the age of twenty, he looks down on all kinds of people who indulge themselves. If a person can't even control his own behavior, what else can he do?

After he turned twenty, he realized that he had lost his last chance for free adventure.

Self-control is not enough to eliminate all kinds of unpleasantness in life.

Although his life is useless in general, due to the support of self-control, it seems to be quite impressive on the surface.

But if you add in the scumbag attributes he has grown up with since he was a kid, it becomes unbearable for him.

If we kill such people, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, right?

He began planning a long trip.

The route is arbitrary, and the destination is a distant place that everyone will eventually reach.

Philosophers also call that place the other side or something like that.

Traditionally, it is called the Underworld. It is said that there are ten kings, such as King Yama, King Chakravartin... who manage it together. It is an elite oligarchy that looks somewhat democratic.

Lan Ze planned to find the entrance there when he had time. If it was convenient, he would go in and settle down.

But he's not done yet.

He has two tutors. Compared to other students, his level of hard work is more than x2.

Professor Da Feng from the Department of Applied Mathematics is a mathematics master that everyone admires. And what everyone praises is that he is particularly good at leading students and is very coaxing. From Lanze's point of view, he can think of things that you would otherwise be too lazy to think about.

Take it all out of your head.

Master Feng has asked various questions on drafts of his large and small papers. But he only raised them one at a time and did not seem aggressive at all. For example, the master would gently point out: "You mentioned Deng's space method, then if

What will happen if we adopt Deng Xiubo's path in Wiston space?" Master Feng is really a curious reader.

Lanze's strategy is to write slowly. When he has nothing to do, or when he is in the mood, he piles up papers bit by bit. Not counting the machine deduction part at the beginning, he later slowly added various branch questions, and the pile was piled up.

It is estimated to be almost 500 pages. Including the part of the reasoning process that was originally run on large bricks, it is impossible to say how many feet thick the standard format of the physical collection printed on paper can be.

Lan Ze was curious about how long he could live, so after a discussion class one day, he asked Professor Da Feng: "When can I answer my defense?"

"Want to defend?" Master Feng asked him, "Aren't you still young?"

"Well..." Lan Ze didn't know how to answer.

"We are almost done with this topic now. Do you want to change the topic? A more interesting direction." Master Feng's eyes radiated a mysterious light, like a strange uncle who abducted children with candy.

Unable to restrain everyone's curiosity, Lan Ze asked in a coquettish manner: "In which direction?"

"Have you read the Tao Te Ching? 'One life, two, two, three, and three give rise to all things. The laws of earth, heaven, heaven, and the way are natural.'"

Lan Ze knew he shouldn't ask.

"Teacher Feng, do you think you are from the philosophy department?"

"I sometimes feel that I am a history major." Master Feng admitted frankly.

It is impossible to have a good conversation with a thick-skinned person, especially if that person is a teacher. This is an obvious truth.

"Teacher Feng, I haven't read the Tao Te Ching." Lan Ze replied against his will, "I can't understand it."

"Hey, take a look at it when you have time. It's quite interesting."

"Uh. Is this necessary for the defense?"

"No, no, no. If you want to defend, just apply. However," the master suddenly felt a little sad, "after you defend, the School of Science will not be able to retain you at all. Just let the birds fly."

Lan Ze really wanted to fly into the sky, but unfortunately he couldn't. None of the sky units wanted him.

"I won't do mathematics in the future, so there's no point in staying here." Lan Ze consoled the teacher casually.

"What? You don't do mathematics? How can you not do mathematics?" Master Feng became angry instead.

There is no way to reason with such a big prince who dominates his own domain. But Master Feng's next words made Lan Ze a little angry.

"If you don't do mathematics, what else can you do?"

As a mutation carrier, life is strictly protected, and any job with the slightest possibility of danger is prohibited. Therefore, if Lan Ze does not engage in mathematics, he will probably have no choice but to have children.

Lan Ze was speechless.

Master Feng waved his hand.

"Go ahead. You apply for defense and I will arrange it for you."

In the School of Life Sciences, Lan Ze’s mentor is Professor Luo.

Professor Luo looked more miserable than Lan Ze.

The leadership of the hospital was bothered by him for several months, and finally gave him a clear answer. The hospital planned to recruit people, but within a few years the quota had been filled, and there was no vacancy for Lan Ze.

"How about you stay with me for a few more years as a postdoc? You can always find a chance to stay in the hospital."

"If I stay for a few more years, I still don't meet the admission criteria." Lan Ze knew the reason behind it, but he calmly accepted it.

The selection criteria for the School of Life Sciences are actually very simple.

"How could you not meet the standards?" Lao Luo was particularly confident in Lanze.

“Have you ever heard of ‘risk levels’?”

"It seems, where did you see him coming?" Lao Luo fell into deep thought.

"Inside the Health Institute, the risk level for those who are not required to perform experimental operations is Level 2. Those who are required to perform experimental operations are Level 3. I have checked." Lan Ze said helplessly.

"I remembered." Lao Luo patted his flashing forehead, "Mutation carriers can still do ordinary jobs at level 2 risk. It is said that there are several in the engineering college area."

"My mutation... has relatively high requirements. At level two, I can already travel on business and use most means of transportation. I can't."

If there is a position specially prepared for Lan Ze within the School of Life Sciences, that would be another matter. But the School of Life Sciences has never had a pure teaching position.

"Then what will you do in the future?" Lao Luo asked seriously.

"Don't worry." Lan Ze said with a smile, "We have social welfare to cover it."

By social welfare, he refers to the unemployment benefits regularly distributed by the Ministry of Civil Affairs. This is a general term, and the following covers special benefits for various purposes, which are very detailed. There are food stamps, daily necessities coupons, and medical subsidies.

, rent subsidy,...; it is a special fund and is strictly controlled. Daily necessities coupons cannot be used to buy food if they are not used up, and they will automatically expire when they expire; the rent subsidy cannot be used to pay for over-the-counter cold medicine at checkout.

Lanze felt that it would be too shameful for him to receive unemployment benefits for the rest of his life. It would be better to die.

Except for being unable to stay in the hospital, Lanze's work in the School of Life Sciences is progressing smoothly.
Chapter completed!