Twin Cities: Who says scientists can't be conquerors?

Chapter 9 Inspiration and Teaching

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Hearing the unoriginal system voice in his ear, Aaron was far more excited than last time.

That phrase, "You have gained inspiration," is so pleasing to the ear!

His good mood made him subconsciously ignore the fierce glint in Caitlin's eyes before she left.

Unfortunately, for Caitlin, last night was an absolutely humiliating "defeat":

She was the one who first became suspicious of Aaron, but Aaron ended up suggesting that she observe him for an extra night to find so-called evidence.

If they really find it, then it makes sense.

But the final result was even more humiliating than returning empty-handed—she imagined the triumphant scene of the future and unknowingly drifted into a beautiful dream.

If Aaron hadn't woken her up, she wouldn't have realized her grave negligence!

"You just wait!"

As Caitlin walked, she said to Aaron, "I've completely figured out your tricks. You asked me to monitor you for a night just to dispel my suspicions."

"I won't fall for your tricks!"

"no problem."

Aaron answered quickly, in an extremely good mood.

As he waved goodbye, he pointed to the library behind him, the meaning of which was self-evident: Piltover University Library is amazing, remember to bring yourself here next time.

"That's really good."

Aaron muttered something under his breath, unable to hide the smile on his face.

He didn't mean to make fun of Caitlin.

After his "raid" of Piltover University Library last night, Aaron felt as if he had opened the door to a new world!

Many of the research problems that had previously troubled him now suddenly have new solutions.

Is the mecha's power transmission scheme flawed?

No, that's just because I was thinking about electricity or nuclear energy before.

If it were Hextech Power, this problem would be solved instantly!

Furthermore, in the modification plans that Aaron previously uploaded to the system, he always took into account the physical and chemical properties of the materials, based on his experience in his original world.

After all, even though Aaron was a materials science major, he never imagined that there would be something in the world with a Mohs hardness of 10 but a density similar to that of lithium metal!

This doesn't look like reading a book at all.

This is practically reshaping Aaron's worldview, making him truly realize the magnificence of Runeterra!

From his lingering expression, it was easy to see that one night was still too short.

For Aaron, if he could collect all the vast collection of books in the Piltover University library into the Black Box, wouldn't the day he could recreate the mech be...?

"classmate?"

Suddenly a voice interrupted Aaron's reverie.

Aaron turned around and found that the other person was a guy whose clothes and appearance were completely out of place with everyone else around him:

His face was thin and even somewhat sickly, with his cheeks sunken inwards.

Leaning on a cane made of scrap metal, his clothes from head to toe were shockingly simple.

Especially when paired with the nameplate on his chest that reads "Special Professor," it's full of dark humor and irony—he's even managed to become a special professor at Piltover University, yet he doesn't even have a black outfit that fits the Piltover people's aesthetic.

"Hello, I am not a student here, and I will be leaving soon."

Aaron is now radiant and very polite in his speech and actions.

His mind was preoccupied with how to immediately apply the new knowledge he had learned that night to expedite the fulfillment of the order for the Shadow-Bearing Tactical Mech in the black box, so he assumed that the professor who had stopped him was urging him to leave quickly.

After all, without the guarantee of the noble Miss Jiraman, it was a mistake for an ordinary person from Zaun like Aaron to appear in a sacred place like Piltover University.

"No, no! No, I'm not urging you to leave."

Unexpectedly, after Aaron finished speaking, the professor, who looked to be in poor health, reacted even more strongly than Aaron.

He couldn't help but cough twice and said "no" several times. In his haste, he even grabbed Aaron's sleeve.

"You should stay! You should stay!"

This movement caused his cane to fall to the ground. If Aaron hadn't reacted quickly and caught him, he would have fallen right in front of Aaron.

"Professor, be careful."

Aaron helped the man up, picked up the cane from the ground, and returned it to him.

He was completely baffled and couldn't understand why the other party had such an attitude.

Why won't they let me leave?

But he's not a student at Piltover University, nor is he a nobleman from Piltover. What right does he have to stay here?

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

After regaining his cane, the professor seemed to have regained some composure and calmness, and apologized to Aaron with a slight smile.

He looked at Aaron's clean hands, then at the black satchel stuffed with paper and pens, then at the patches Jinx had helped mend on the satchel, and finally his gaze softened as he looked at Aaron.

"Kid, you're from Zaun... right?"

"Uh, yeah."

Aaron hesitated for a moment, but then told the truth.

He knew that the label "Zuan" was synonymous with contempt in Piltover. This was evident from the attitude of the police officers during their investigation of the rebels not long ago.

Many Zuan merchants who travel between the two cities will subconsciously conceal their identities in order to avoid discrimination and difficulties.

However, Aaron possessed a soul from another world.

He was never ashamed to introduce himself openly—if he grew up under the protection of the Hillkor, then he was a child of the Hillkor; if he grew up in the land of Zaun, then he was a Zaunite!

"Alright, Professor, thank you for your kindness, but I really have to go now. There are people waiting for me at home."

At this point, Aaron also sensed that the frail young professor in front of him seemed to have no stereotypes about Zaunites.

He remembered the other person's appearance, rated him as "a good person," and then prepared to head home.

He was genuinely worried about Jinx.

It wasn't anything else I was worried about, but I was simply afraid that Jinx might not keep a tight lip and would tell Hilco everything that happened yesterday in no time.

Hmm... that's not quite right either.

Jinx has never kept a secret from Hilko, and her adoptive father probably already knows everything about her actions.

Troublesome, I'll have to try and persuade that old fogey when I get back...

"Don't be in such a hurry! Child, wait for me!"

Seeing that Aaron had already taken several long strides, the young professor seemed to have just come to his senses and hurriedly moved his feet, trying to catch up with Aaron.

The sound of the cane tapping the ground was both urgent and crisp.

"what?"

Aaron was genuinely surprised that the other person, who was not very mobile, would still try to catch up, so he instinctively stopped.

"What do you want, Professor?"

"I admit I used some unusual methods to get to the library and read the books, but I didn't damage any books or steal anything..."

"Give!"

Before Aaron could finish speaking, he suddenly found a card, still warm from the touch, being slipped into his hand.

The card was quite exquisite, and even included a photo of the lame professor in front of him when he was younger.

"This is……"

"The library card can also be used as proof of entry to the school."

The young professor, clearly exhausted, explained to Aaron, panting heavily.

He pushed Aaron's arm, shoving the library card completely into Aaron's arms, then gave a somewhat pale smile:

"Read more books. If you enjoy reading, you should definitely read more books."

"If you have any questions, you can come to the teachers' dormitory and ask me."

"at any time."