Chapter 78: Chapter 76 The Young Teacher
December 26th.
High Education District, East Capital Library.
The brightly lit reading hall was almost fully seated, with the rustling sounds constantly arising.
Most were young people engrossed in their studies, vigorously writing.
There were also a few elderly people with presbyopia glasses, leisurely flipping through books.
Fang Cheng picked up his thermos with goji berries and took a sip.
The desk in front of him was piled high with thick volus of books.
While drinking water, his gaze swept over the young people, and his heart slightly stirred.
"Only 4 days left until the preliminary test for the postgraduate entrance examination."
"Among them, there must be quite a few people on the sa battle line as , right?"
However, Fang Cheng was already well-prepared for the battle.
His main purpose of coming to the library was just to search for so materials.
The strange phrases and symbols on the postcard sent by the stranger constantly felt like a stone weighing on his heart.
Giving Fang Cheng a vaguely ominous premonition.
He rushed over early today, waiting for the library to open, then soaked himself in the reading room.
In nearly five hours, he had flipped through more than a dozen academic works, involving various languages and archaeology.
Seeking through comparisons for useful clues.
Yet up till now, there was still no clue.
It seed like those strange symbols were perhaps just random doodles by soone.
While pondering, Fang Cheng faintly felt a gaze drifting over and landing on his face.
So, he looked up.
He saw a young woman sitting diagonally in front of him to the right also looking up at him.
The woman had attractive features, shoulder-length hair, and wore a pair of black slim-frad glasses.
As their eyes t, she slightly smiled and nodded politely.
Fang Cheng rembered her.
He had encountered her the last ti he ca to the library, self-studying about health and wellness knowledge.
Today, she was still seated in the sa spot as before.
Holding a pen in her hand, with several books laid out in front of her, seemingly taking reading notes.
Fang Cheng’s vision was superior, enabling him to clearly see the handwriting she was writing.
It appeared she was a university teacher preparing for a lecture.
Perhaps it was his fast flipping of books that disturbed her.
With this thought, Fang Cheng also nodded and made an apologetic gesture.
Actually, with his current sensitive spiritual awareness, it was easy for him to sense the negative emotions emanating from the people around him.
It was just that after using the Concentration Skill, he always consciously ignored external noises and interference.
[Speed Reading lv1 (196/250)]
[Concentration lv1 (213/250)]
Glancing at the progress of skill enhancent, Fang Cheng finished his water and stood up.
He stacked the dozen or so books on the table into a pile and cradled them in his arms.
He then walked towards the nearby bookshelf area.
After returning each book to its original place one by one, he moved to another row of bookshelves nearby.
"Should I keep looking?"
Fang Cheng pulled out a foreign book, contemplating to himself.
If all else fails.
Perhaps he could go to a university and seek advice from so real professionals.
Or ask the librarians if they could help borrow books from the ancient books area on the top floor.
With a whoosh.
He opened the cover, Fang Cheng simply stood by the window and began reading in the sunlight.
The two-sided wooden bookshelf cramd with various books and volus, shielding the view, emitted a distinct scent of books.
Readers borrowing books pass by occasionally, contributing to a leisurely and relaxed atmosphere.
Just as he was engrossed in reading with his head down,
a faint scent, like that of jasmine, suddenly drifted into his nose.
Shortly after, a delicate and lodious voice spoke,
"Are you very interested in linguistics?"
Fang Cheng was slightly surprised and looked up upon hearing this.
He saw a bespectacled beautiful female teacher standing in front of him, her eyes filled with interest.
"Sorry."
She raised her hand to adjust the hair beside her ear and took the initiative to explain:
"I noticed you borrowed many foreign language books. It’s quite rare to see soone study several languages at the sa ti, so I was a bit curious."
Looking at the woman who seed to consider him an oddity, Fang Cheng internally criticized.
In fact, from what he had observed before, this teacher wasn’t much better.
The books she borrowed were also quite diverse, including economics, political science, history, religious studies, folklore, and archaeology, among others.
The wide range made one wonder if she could truly comprehend them all.
After so consideration, Fang Cheng replied half-truthfully:
"My girlfriend sent
a postcard from abroad with so strange writings on it, and I really want to understand what they an."
"Oh."
The female teacher nodded in realization, then said:
"I have so expertise in languages. If it’s not too private, you might let
take a look."
Fang Cheng thought for a mont, then took out the postcard from his pocket and handed it to her with a hint of hope.
The female teacher took it and examined it closely.
After a long silence, she hesitated slightly before speaking:
"I haven’t seen this kind of writing before..."
Before Fang Cheng could feel disappointed, she continued:
"But one thing is certain; these aren’t rely symbols but likely belong to a category of script."
"Why?"
Fang Cheng had previously suspected that these characters were rely random scribbles.
"Languages and scripts all follow certain patterns. Even if you don’t understand a foreign script, you can still sense so obscure resonances."
The female teacher lifted her bright eyes to Fang Cheng’s:
"It’s due to an innate talent in humans that allows us not only to convey surface information through writing but also to support advanced cognitive activities, making it easier for us to learn multiple languages."
"Linguist Chomsky calls this innate ability a ’language acquisition device,’ likening it to an organ inside the brain that stores so universal grammatical rules common to human languages."
Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully.
Reflecting on it, his initial impression when he first saw these characters was that soone was trying to convey sothing extrely unique.
"Writing not only belongs to nations or ethnic groups. A community or a profession can create their own scripts. Instances in history like Won’s Script, Taoist Talismans, and the yet-to-be deciphered Cliff Heavenly Book are proof of this."
"They might seem aningless, yet they hold many anings and serve as a dium of communication for specific groups."
"I recomnd that you read so books on folklore, and you might find similarities in so local traditional cultures that could inspire insights."
The female teacher spoke thodically.
Suddenly rembering sothing, she added:
"By the way, during the New Year’s holiday, the library will host many science popularization lectures."
"One of the sessions will be led by a world-renowned paleolinguist; you might want to attend, as you could discover sothing unexpected."
Fang Cheng felt that her eyes behind the glasses sparkled unusually bright as she spoke this line,
Seeming to flicker with a trace of cunning, then disappearing in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.
"Thank you for your help; may I ask your na?"
Fang Cheng retrieved the postcard and thanked her politely.
"Nice to et you, I’m Lin Chuqiao, just a small lecturer at East Capital University."
The beautiful teacher proudly straightened her chest and extended her hand generously.
"I’m Fang Cheng, currently a sparring partner at a boxing gym."
Fang Cheng gently pinched her slender fingers and then let go.
He could feel the softness and plumpness from her palm, just like the impression her na and appearance gave.
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