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Chapter 313. 313. Compressed file

Meanwhile, on the other side, a thousand miles west of the Green Abyss, the scene was one of extermination.

Chen Xinran sat in her tent, clutching her phone, nervously typing away at the Sword Master's WeChat message she had just added:

[Chen Xinran]: I'm so sorry to have bothered you.

She had only met the Sword Master once, in a car.

She suddenly disturbed the Sword Master today because she had no other choice.

Since Orange raised the banner of rebellion in the Southern Territory, and after she took over, the army did indeed grow rapidly with the support of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, advancing triumphantly all the way.

But behind this support lies a silent infiltration and erosion. She sees all the schemes, but is powerless to break the deadlock.

Chen Xinran felt as if she had been thrown into a completely unfamiliar exam, and her opponent was someone who was already familiar with the rules.

Before the apocalypse, she failed to awaken her talent and followed the most ordinary path: elementary school, middle school, high school, and even university.

She could solve complex equations, recite lengthy historical timelines, and complete an entire set of mock exams in a single day. On the eve of the college entrance exam, she was so nervous she dared not close her eyes, giving it her all to strive for a bright future.

She possessed so much knowledge, yet no one taught her how to deal with the treacherous nature of people and the power struggles.

When she, a top student nurtured by exam-oriented education, was put in the position of leader of a rebel army in a chaotic world, she faced top strategists who had been immersed in a society of natural talents for many years.

That gap is not a chasm of knowledge, but a discontinuity in experience and skills—a world of difference between formulas on paper and a life-or-death game of chess.

The wise man named Xu Huan from Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals looked down on Yuan Ziqi and had never met him, but Chen Xinran, as the head of the Furong Army, had met Xu Huan.

The man was wearing a burgundy overcoat and a top hat, and his demeanor was refined and calm.

There was no sense of superiority or contempt; what she sensed was a profound, awe-inspiring tranquility.

It was as if the person in front of me was a long, narrow abyss carved out by countless pieces of knowledge and experience.

When you gaze into the abyss, you can feel its terrifying gaze.

Chen Xinran couldn't compete with such a person, and she clearly understood that the intellectual gap between top-tier Brightness and ordinary people was greater than that between humans and dogs. Therefore, she heavily relied on Yuan Ziqi, hoping to borrow the power of Brightness.

But what she didn't expect was that there was also a clear class distinction between the two. In her eyes, Xu Huan was a bottomless abyss, while in Yuan Ziqi's eyes, he was an insurmountable cliff.

After the Xiayang Incident, under the cover of Ju Zi, Chen Xinran led the remaining troops to other cities, and along the way she also thought a lot.

She lived in a peaceful era, and her limited life experience clearly prevented her from achieving instant success in an uprising during a chaotic time.

Every leader will encounter countless embarrassments and failures on the road to success; this is almost inevitable.

More importantly, she should learn from the lessons of the Furong Army uprising and improve her leadership skills.

More urgent than improving leadership skills is bridging that insurmountable gap—her huge lack of strategic thinking.

Previously, scholars in the Light faction had studied the differences in brainpower between children from ordinary and gifted societies under two different education systems.

The conclusion is that the former, having studied continuously for eighteen years, clearly has a stronger ability to learn new knowledge.

The scholar pointed out that, given the typical social environment in which they grow up, they might be able to develop some planning abilities through continuous learning and improving their mental capacity, relying on the accumulation of knowledge.

I dare not say how it compares to the naturally gifted society with its innate light, because this is just a hypothetical scenario, and no one has actually tried it.

Chen Xinran was very interested in this research and deeply understood that if she wanted to continue down the path of uprising and even eventually succeed, she needed to learn.

Read history thoroughly to understand the patterns of rise and fall in the changing dynasties; study sociology to understand the structure of people and the flow of power; familiarize yourself with geography to deduce possible layouts based on the terrain; and memorize military essentials to etch strategy and tactics into your instincts.

She is just an ordinary person, without any innate high intelligence, but she still has sweat and hard work.

The past contains the brilliant wisdom of sages and strategists, and the thrilling battles of wits—she may not become a genius, but she can stand on the shoulders of geniuses, imitate their thinking, and retrace their moves.

Just like in her high school days many years ago, she wasn't the genius that everyone praised, but she was willing to put in twice the effort.

She went through every mock exam she could find, practicing the questions over and over again until the pen became an extension of her body.

But when she actually sat down in the exam room, every question on the exam paper seemed to reflect the old friends she had repeatedly encountered.

Chen Xinran understood that this was the way she should achieve her goals, and it was also where her strength lay.

However, although this method sounds simple, it is actually very difficult to implement.

It wasn't because of anything inherent to her, but rather because Chen Xinran discovered—

Knowledge is monopolized in a society based on natural talent.

The advanced mathematics commonly studied in ordinary universities is now a third-tier monopoly book on television programs.

Not to mention history, strategy, and other fields.

These humanities books, which were once obscure in the past, are now all members of monopolistic book lists, or even have a higher level of monopoly.

Chen Xinran wanted to study, but found that books had become an expensive luxury.

Television stations' monopoly on knowledge is ubiquitous—this is precisely the measure by which the forces of light maintain their intellectual dominance within the light camp.

In this situation, Chen Xinran could only try to contact Sword Master to see if Sword Master, who was also in the upper class, could break the television station's monopoly on knowledge.

She took a deep breath and nervously typed:
[Chen Xinran]: I wonder if Your Excellency Sword Master has any knowledge resources monopolized by television stations?

It took a long time for a new reply to come after the message was sent; the reply was brief and casual.

[Sword Master]: What kind of knowledge resources do you need?

【Chen Xinran】: History, strategy, and related fields.

Wei Xin fell silent again. Chen Xinran sat quietly in the tent, watching the light on her phone screen gradually fade away.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The New Year's bells had already rung in the distance, but my phone remained silent.

Just when she thought even the Sword Master couldn't do anything.

The screen lit up—

【Sword Master】: Large compressed file.zip
[Sword Master]: I didn't know which book you wanted to learn, so I packed them all for you.

[Sword Master]: Sorry, there's a lot of compressed content. Sorry to keep you waiting.