Jung brought four or five plates from the buffet table, either big chicken legs or roasted lamb, plus a large cup of ice cream and frosted donuts. One person occupied half of the table.

Because there are too many people eating at the same time, there are still several people who have to compete with Jung for tables. They are all special experts from Europe and the United States in the past two days, and they are also comrades in the same trench.

There was an old white-haired lady at the same table who only ate some vegetable salad and bread. Seeing Jung eating and drinking so much, she couldn't help but reminded: "Young man, your weight has exceeded the standard, so you have to control it."

Jung shook his head, "Not afraid, no matter how much I eat now, I can lose weight. The goal is to lose 50 kilograms in half a year. Don't you feel that your appetite will increase after coming here? Let's have a chicken leg."

The fried chicken legs have a golden appearance, burnt skin and tender flesh, fragrant and scented, making people drool when they smell it.

The old lady was slightly stunned, looked at Jung's body shape and sighed: "Okay, what you said may be right. I have indeed improved my appetite these days and my mental state is also in good spirits.

I have been dieting for many years because of certain diseases and I almost forgot what the taste of meat is. But the "Holy Light" really gave me some changes. Please give me a chicken leg, I decided to make an exception."

"I'm very happy." Jung pushed out the whole plate filled with chicken legs, and he asked, "What professional are you?"

"Medical, neurosurgery." said the old lady.

Jung turned his head again and looked at the stranger on the other side of the dining table, "Where are you?"

The stranger was in his fifties, with a rigid expression, and he just put up a piece of pizza in the plate and responded casually: "Polymer materials."

Jung asked another person. The answer he got was: "Optics, mainly focusing on satellite observation."

The professions of the people at the dining table vary greatly, and they are basically completely out of touch. You can imagine how big the plan the "Holy Light" has.

Jung sighed several times about this, wanting to say something slutty but not knowing how to speak. He was a little worried but did not affect his appetite. After lunch, he felt sleepy and returned to the hotel suite and decided to take a break.

At the same time, in the student dormitory not far from the hotel, dozens of learning teams squeezed in a limited space were facing the learning tasks assigned by their respective tutors in a frown.

Zhou Qingfeng appeared in the hotel on time at this moment. He knew the situation of students from all over the country. Some students came from national scientific research institutes and their abilities were still messy. Many incompetent people entered the system entirely rely on relationships.

"Holy Light" screened a group of people with a positive attitude towards learning to join them. Their abilities are indeed poor, so naturally they have to rely on the president to promote them.

Every day at 2 noon and 8 pm, the little fairies will come to help the special experts and students. The first is still the "hint technique".

The suggestion technique is useless when the level is low. At most, the hypnotic caster has a good sleep. However, after the level is high, there are many things that can "hint".

For example, let special experts keep confidentiality guidelines in mind so that they will not accidentally leak the news.

With the hint, the subject will also ignore some extraordinary phenomena or become accustomed to the ability to suddenly master it.

The special experts and students who were hinted all went back to their room to rest after lunch. Sophia came out to bless them with the "Fox's Cunning" and temporarily improved their intelligence.

The thinking of link network access experts and students forms a semi-open ‘group chat’.

The mind storm begins to work.

Jung was in a state of half-dream and half awake. He was sleeping, but his thinking was extremely clear, just like his soul leaving his body. His eyes were closed but he could see himself standing in a classroom, with more than a dozen students staring at him in front of him.

With the blessing of "Fox's Cunning", Jung's head was running at a speed of a hundred times faster than usual. The students in his team asked him from the simplest English words and fired at him like a gun.

If it were normal, Jung would not be too lazy to answer such a low-level question. But at this moment, his thoughts changed and he didn't have to speak. Dozens or hundreds of answers rushed out of his mind and instilled directly into the students' minds.

Unlike the dead knowledge read by the arcane ‘Scholar’, the ‘Thinking Storm’ conveys live knowledge that can be directly applied.

In an interactive teaching scenario, there is a benign feedback interaction between the instructor and the students. One student asks questions, and other students also learn.

Jung found that he could not control the pleasure of "being a good teacher". The seemingly dull student is extremely efficient in absorbing knowledge, and many problems always scratch his itch.

A dozen students joined forces to learn from one example and integrate them.

In the high-speed information transmission, some basic knowledge even Jung himself forgets or even ignores it. The teaching process is like "old cow rumination", which is a sorting and adjusting his own knowledge system, and it also gains a lot.

Excited, excited, happy, and real learning is always joyful.

In about ten minutes, the team asked about hundreds of thousands of questions, and the language barrier was easily broken through. Communication between teachers and students became more convenient.

There is no need to talk, just think with your brain. Even if one student’s thinking is not complete, other students can supplement it. Individuals become groups, and knowledge is spreading rapidly.

There are dozens of special experts from the West in the hotel, corresponding to dozens of learning teams and nearly a thousand students. In the link network, the first ten minutes are the internal learning discussions of the small team.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng opened the thinking barrier between the teams, and experts and students from different disciplines communicated with each other.

For example, let medical students understand some concepts of polymer materials, or let optical tutors teach students who are studying mechanical transmissions some popular science, or the other way around.

Interdisciplinary content is spread within large groups, and everyone understands some development status outside their system. This will be of great help to expand their horizons.

As the fifteen minutes arrive, the teachers and students become mentally exhausted, and the link network is gradually disconnected. Zhou Qingfeng and the Qiyi maids will take action to group comfort everyone involved in the "Thinking Storm" to ensure their physical and mental health.

For Jung, it was like participating in a happy ‘Athenia party’, where he preached the world as a teaching person.

Being able to say what you want to say happily has turned into a supreme enjoyment.

Jung originally planned to take a nap for half an hour, but when he woke up, he found that it was dark, his belly was empty, hungry, and uncomfortable, and had a strong appetite.

When he got up, he hurried into the bathroom to process the metabolites. When Jung looked in the mirror, he found that he was a little different. But he was very hungry, so he changed his clothes and rushed to the restaurant.

Today I won’t eat a buffet with Western food. Jung decided to squat at the newly opened Turkish barbecue stall in the restaurant tonight to fill the fragrant pieces of meat that are sizzling with oil.

In front of the barbecue stall, the old medical lady I saw at noon was holding a plate. When she saw Jung, she greeted him: "Young man, you seem to have lost a lot of weight."

Lose weight?

Jung touched his fat body and found that the belt he usually put in the largest grid seemed to shrink one square. He was happy and surprised, thinking to himself: "The effect of the group's potion is better than before."

There was a scale in the restaurant. Jung wanted to weigh it, but he found that his weight of more than 200 kilograms was still overwhelming. So he went to the bathroom again to look in the mirror and found himself...

Maybe, maybe, probably, it seems, it seems to be a little thinner.
Chapter completed!