Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 81

[——] I often recall my short life, especially in the quiet late at night, rummaging through the past from the not-so-rich experience, and taste some flavors that I didn’t notice when I was living a sloppy life.

Since childhood, he was the kind of "average good student".His grades are better than the average classmates, but not good enough; he is willing to listen to the teacher, but he is not completely obedient;

Like most people who are up and down in the middle, it is difficult to reach the top, and a little talent makes him not satisfied with the status quo. Intermittent hard work wastes time, creating the illusion of occasionally getting out of embarrassing situations.

Of course, it is no surprise that he performed at a below-average level in the life-determining exam, and walked towards the threshold of choosing the future in a daze.

Then the accident happened as expected. Among the many entangled choices, a medical school with a very formal name appeared, which incomprehensibly fit his score line, and even had a lot of room. Units within 5 minutes of home.

With the family's blind recognition of the medical profession and a little bit of my own yearning from literary and artistic creation, this school I had never heard of before went straight up and was pulled to the highest level of priority.

Looking back, [——] I still haven’t figured out why I put several obviously better luck options to the back, and chose it without hesitation.

When this question surfaced from the depths of his mind for the first time, he was already sitting on the back seat of the car on his way to report, leaning on the rolled bedding, and in the file bag was the admission notice sent two months ago.

To be honest, his first impression of this school came from the creepers all over the walls, and the entire green surface of the Founder building can be seen outside the school gate.The intertwined broad leaves cover the indescribable style of the exterior wall, making it even more difficult to judge the age of construction here.

It looks like an old-fashioned teaching building that was popular at the end of the last century, but on the side facing the square with lush flowers and trees, a bold structure with geometric modern style and a row of large glass sliding doors are designed.

[——] Bypassing the boulder engraved with the running script school motto, and enjoying the shadow cast by the buildings along the edge of the square, it seems that because of the large number of plants, you can still feel the refreshing coolness in the hot months.

The stone steps in front of the building have undergone repairs visible to the naked eye, smoothed and polished with cement.Afterwards, it cracked and shattered again during the long-term use, and the brand-new cement was added in time. Because the color was different from the original one, it seemed a little obtrusive and unsightly.

After staying in the school for a few days, he only saw it in the official materials that lacked a sense of existence. The school history that can be checked is nearly a hundred years old, and it is impossible to know if it goes back.

From black and white to simply colored photos, people with unclear faces and different costumes stand in front of the school gate with changing plaques, and the scene inside the school cannot be seen in the background.No one could tell him whether these buildings had been knocked down and rebuilt over a long period of time, or whether the repeated application of cement and dense climbing plants had concealed their original appearance.

As far as first impressions go, this place gives [——] a pretty good feel.

The creeper is his favorite plant, especially the large creeper. The luxuriant vines that climb to the end of the high eaves hang upside down, with many thin branches and new leaves, which are as plump as green stalactites growing on the building.

Great, he thought, that's what I'm here for. [——] Looking at these green buildings, I was fascinated, and I missed the fountain in the square that was only open for half a day every year during the welcome time. After a few years, I never had the chance to see it again.

Probably because of his love of houses and crows, he exploded with amazing enthusiasm for learning professional courses, running day and night between different building floors, rushing to the classrooms of elective courses.

Even if I later heard that these courses are actually useless except for enough credits, there are still books and notebooks transcribed and recorded some drowsy content.

The busy days made him quickly familiar with this school, and this familiarity of course also includes those buildings whose age cannot be judged.

They are actually a square zigzag, with a small open-air garden carved out in the middle, and no one cares about the wooden benches growing moss and fungi.The four sides are fully and effectively used, and offices, teaching, and experiments are all paralleled in buildings with the same appearance.

Among them, the two adjacent buildings are named after the word "real", and each has a character. For convenience, they are called A and B differently.Compared with Building B, which has no curriculum, Building A, which offers elective courses, is more familiar.

Building A is also the location of the offices of teaching groups such as anatomy, pathology, and internal medicine and surgery, and the rest is reserved for large classrooms and teaching laboratories.As a freshman, a few lab classes and weekly evening classes are held here.

After each evening get out of class, his high enthusiasm for learning made him never miss the opportunity to communicate with the teacher, and the young teacher was also willing to answer him.He benefited a lot from the highly inspiring teaching, and sometimes lost track of time, unaware that other students all left, leaving the large classroom on the second floor empty.

Thanks to this move, when he was leaving his inductive lecture notes alone, after nine o'clock unknowingly, the alarm clock to remind the library was about to close went off, but the lights in the big classroom were still on.

"Oh?" [——] raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.The place is too remote, and the closing bell, which can resound through the entire square, cannot be reached. The classmates and teachers in class have been away for a long time, and he has spent a rare quiet time.

You don’t have to go to the library to fight for desks with pairs of “self-study” people, and you don’t have to go back to the dormitory to discuss volume issues with roommates who like audio more than headphones. It’s more comfortable than going to the animal room to squeeze a room with rats.It doesn't close after nine o'clock.

He found that he might have discovered a school bug, a perfect self-study classroom that was not closed at night and only one person knew about it.

This idea made [——] excited, and in the next few days, the night study position was completely shifted to this side, and the alarm clock was pushed back by at least two hours.

Every night after everyone left, he turned off the extra lights in the large classroom except one.Have this hideaway all to yourself in a deserted building.

Under the last light in the classroom, sometimes he feels that he is on an island in the sea, far away from the whole world, and no one can disturb him to swim in the professional knowledge he is willing to devote his life to.

The coolness of the night endowed him with a clear mind, and Ning Hezhong's thinking efficiency was greatly improved. He turned page after page of "Systematic Anatomy", and those obscure terms and the positional relationship described in the text were engraved in his mind, like a proverb carved on the The school motto is as solid as a rock.

He experienced the joy of answering tricky serial questions without thinking, and the joy of getting top grades.But more, never before, because of the joy of acquiring knowledge itself.

Under the solitary lamp, the time he stays is increasing day by day, and the accumulated pages are increasing at the same time.There are times when my eyes move away from a large paragraph of text, my mind is running in inertia, and I am still reading something silently.

Overall everything is fine, except for a minor annoyance caused by a recent hiccup.

This pure land was actually not as quiet as he had imagined.Everything is quiet, if you stop writing and close your eyes for a nap, when your breathing is barely audible, the "noise" covered by the hustle and bustle during the day will become apparent.

Although it's small enough to be drowned out by the sound of a pen scratching across a notebook, the occasional discontinuity is noticeable and jarring on a quiet night.

At first he thought it was tinnitus or auditory hallucinations caused by being in a silent environment for too long, and tried to get rid of it by reciting softly.

But after attracting attention, the noise can no longer be ignored, [——] will subconsciously look for its existence and identify the location of the sound source.After a few days like this, he has become quite sensitive to it, and vaguely felt the sound of rubbing against hard objects coming from downstairs.

The location on the first floor is not a big classroom, but a room with a big iron door. He should have heard from someone that it is the teacher's site. There are too many teachers in this building. In the end, I really can't remember which door it is. lesson.

He often sees animals taken from the animal room on the playground being sent to the first floor. In addition to entering the teaching laboratory for students to practice, it is not impossible for them to be used for teachers' projects.

Anyone who has been to the animal room knows how noisy the big and small white mice can be. Those noises can be the cute Xiaodong gnawing on the small cylindrical feed.Considering they didn't have much time to continue their romping, it was ridiculous to argue with some dying rodents, not because he himself was the "squatter" here.

It’s no big deal after getting used to it, but the noise has become his companion for self-study. Every night between writing and writing, he imagines that there are a group of small animals downstairs to accompany him to stay up late.

More irritable mice, relatively docile rats.Just knowing the presence of other beings eases the loneliness so much that I have to listen to that voice every night when I go back.

After realizing its existence, the large room on the first floor, which had no sense of existence before, gradually came into view.He deliberately took a long detour, went out from the corridor on the other side, and observed along the way.

Unlike other classrooms or laboratories, this room has fewer windows and more exhaust fans.The design of the room seems to be independent from the building, and it is self-contained.

Thinking back to the months of going in and out of this building, it seems that I have never seen the big iron door being opened, nor have I seen people coming in and out.

This question has always remained in my heart, [——] continued to enjoy his evening self-study with a very small amount of noise, and occasionally wondered why it was intermittent. Could it be that experimental animals also make intermittent noise?

By the end of the final exam, he didn't think about these things clearly, and he didn't see the teacher in charge of that room.

The day before the holiday, [——] went to find an acquainted instructor to fill out an application for staying in school. The printer malfunction forced the two of them to go downstairs to find the printing room, and happened to pass by the first floor.He thought about it, asked questions that had haunted him for most of the term, and talked about the murmurs of the night.

"So which teacher does this room belong to?"

The instructor looked at the room with a more puzzled expression than him, "It can also be called a teacher..."

In the end [——] the application form for staying in school was not approved, and no answer was obtained.After a 5-minute phone call, the instructor warned him not to do such a waste of electricity in the future, and to go home now.

As for finding out who the teacher was in the room, it was later when I took the "Regional Anatomy" experimental class.

He would rather wishful thinking to believe that it was the intermittent hoarse noise of the badly functioning exhaust fan blades, which sounded like grinding teeth on a hard object after passing through the heavy barriers of the wall.

(End of this chapter)