Professor Zhao, who turned into a fan captain, stayed at the venue for half an hour before he calmed down and hurried back to the laboratory of the History Department.

As soon as he ran back, he heard his graduate student Xiao Su, crying at the top of his lungs as if he had seen a savior: "Teacher, you are back!"

"I'm back! What did I find? Did you find any new musical instruments? What's going on?" Zhao Xingsheng asked hurriedly.

"Teacher, we found a set of ceramic musical instruments, a very complete set. We planned to do thermoluminescence measurements, but..." Xiao Su pointed desperately to the long queue ahead.

Several professors of history and archeology, who were as tanned as old farmers, looked at Xiao Su with a stern expression: "What do you mean? Do you want to graduate?"

"I jumped in line based on my ability, what do you think?"

"Go, go, go, wait until I finish the test and come back."

"Think about your thesis defense. Each of us could be your defense teacher!"

Threat, naked threat!

Xiao Su was holding a box and burst into tears.

He has been queuing here for two hours, but he has not been able to move forward. Instead, he has taken several steps back.

A large number of pottery vessels were found in this discovered ruins, and their shapes and craftsmanship were obviously different. They were obviously collected and put together, so they need to be dated.

The measurement was so precise that a large number of people came and queued up, and the few instruments were immediately not enough.

Zhao Xing was so angry that if I wasn't around, you would bully my students, wouldn't you?

"Get out of the way! There must be someone who comes first, first served!" Zhao Xingsheng waved his two big hands, trying to push people away.

"You dare to push me! What I am holding is a 4,000-year-old pottery! Do you dare to push? Do you dare to push?"

"I……"

"What are you, young man? When you were studying for a doctorate, you still called me teacher!"

The young uncle Zhao Xingsheng, defeated with tears streaming down his face, met the disdainful eyes of his student Xiao Su.

"We are not on the same level as these old, weak, sick and disabled people." Zhao Xingsheng said angrily, "It doesn't matter, teacher, I have foreign aid!"

He took out his mobile phone, found a phone number and called: "Old Wang, can you lend me the thermoluminescence device in your laboratory?"

"What? You are having a meeting outside? Then ask your students to open the door for me."

"Are all your students outside? You... why are you so incompetent at the critical moment! I don't care, you have to find a way to help me get a thermoluminescent device, I'm relying on you!"

"You said you asked one of your students to open the door for me... Didn't you say that all the students are out? Undergraduate students? Oh, I plan to take your postgraduate examination, right... No? Okay, I don't care, I'll just wait.

Come on, give me your student’s phone number. You tell him first and then I’ll contact him. 186... Well, remember, what’s this student’s name?”

Suddenly, Zhao Xingsheng's voice rose an octave: "What?"

"Gu Xiaobai." The steady voice of Lao Wang next door came over the phone.

Zhao Xingsheng's jaw almost dropped.

"Xiao...Xiaobai is your student? Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Zhao Xingsheng slapped his thigh desperately, "It turns out that Xiaobai is our nephew!"

happy!

In the dormitory, Gu Xiaobai, who had just woken up, sat sluggishly.

In martial arts novels, martial arts masters who have just opened up the Ren and Du channels will always have keen senses and can see the smallest things, and it seems that the whole world has become different.

Gu Xiaobai feels the same way now.

For a moment, the sounds that seemed so commonplace and unremarkable in the past suddenly took on a different color.

The sounds that I thought were similar at first became colorful.

It turns out that there is such a big difference between the sound of footsteps and the sound of footsteps; it turns out that the sound of closing the door also has different tones; it turns out that the housekeeper at the door calls people to this tune.

He didn't need to test it to know that he probably really had the so-called absolute pitch.

But as a future physicist, Gu Xiaobai knew that feelings were unreliable and what he wanted was proof.

Opening an online pitch measurement website, Gu Xiaobai first briefly looked at the international standard pitch recording method, then opened the online piano webpage and listened to every key on the online piano from beginning to end.

, and the test started.

When listening to the piano keys, Gu Xiaobai had a strong feeling, as if he was looking at a rainbow. The sound was like light, with a spectrum.

During the test, this feeling became even stronger.

Ding, it turns out that this sound is c6, which is like blue on the spectrum, clean and bright.

Bang, this is a3, like green on the spectrum, full and thick.

Buzz, this is d2, like red on the spectrum, intense and passionate...

Having completely mastered a brand new ability, Gu Xiaobai felt like a deaf person suddenly heard a voice, a blind person suddenly saw the world, and finally took off his boots after scratching an itch that he couldn't scratch.

Gu Xiaobai was silent for a moment, then reached out to pick up the charging cable and charged the phone.

I'll give you a reprieve for now.

His cell phone beeped, and another dialog box popped up.

"Please host bind the system to obtain more skills."

Gu Xiaobai stretched out his hand...

The system is full of expectations, is it finally going to come out?

Gu Xiaobai pressed down with his finger and canceled it ruthlessly.

The system was shocked.

Why! Why did I give away a big gift package, complete the initial task, and even give out the system task rewards that should be bound after it is bound, but it still refuses to bind!

"I am a man who wants to be a physicist!" Gu Xiaobai said calmly and rationally: "Now my tests are only subjective tests. If you have the ability to hack into my mobile phone, you must also have the ability to hack into what I view on the Internet.

All websites, tamper with information, God knows if absolute pitch exists, I’m going to verify it.”

How does Gu Xiaobai know whether the information he found is accurate? Is it fabricated by this system?

But who should I turn to for verification?

Fu Wenyao is said to have studied music since he was a child. I wonder if he has an absolute sense of pitch, otherwise who else would?

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's cell phone rang.

Seeing the name "Teacher Wang" displayed above, Gu Xiaobai quickly picked up the call.

"Hey, teacher... Oh, okay, I have the access card and key here. I understand, I'll be there right away."

Professor Zhao stood in front of the No. 2 Experimental Building of the Department of Physics, holding a box and looking forward to it. From a distance, he saw Gu Xiaobai riding a bicycle and waved quickly: "Xiaobai, here! Here!"

Gu Xiaobai locked his bicycle, walked to Professor Zhao, and said: "Hello, Professor Zhao, my teacher asked me to come... Um... do we know each other?"

Does this face seem familiar?

Zhao Xingsheng's excited fan face immediately froze.

"We just met this afternoon!"

"I'm sorry...I'm a little face-blind." Gu Xiaobai scratched his head and said.

After all, there is no need for something as useless as a human face to occupy the brain's memory.
Chapter completed!