The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

A man wearing a baseball cap pulled low to the brim, clutching a black briefcase tightly to his chest, spoke in a voice barely audible:

"I finally infiltrated the core management of the United States and stole the laser radar technology that had been blocked by foreign countries. After getting off the plane, I handed this disc over to my motherland."

An elderly Chinese man with white hair sat around dozens of middle-aged people in their thirties and forties. They stood upright and looked at the old man with great respect.

The old man sighed deeply, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of time, as if he were introducing himself, and murmured:

"I entered Xi'an Jiaotong University at the age of 15, obtained a Bachelor of Engineering degree at the age of 18, and went to study in the United States at the age of 20, where I joined the US citizenship despite being vilified."

"At twenty-five, he earned a Master of Engineering degree from Harvard and had his own independent laboratory; at twenty-eight, he earned a Ph.D. in Engineering from Harvard and became a professor's assistant; at forty-four, he became a professor and was appointed a tenured professor at Brown University..."

"Academician of the National Academy of Engineering of the United States, Academician of the Academy of Sciences of the United States, Academician of the Academy of Humanities and Sciences of the United States, Academician of the German Academy of Sciences, Academician of the Royal Society of the United Kingdom, Academician of the European Academy of Sciences, Professor of Stanford University, Director of the Max Planck Institute in Germany... These titles are all stepping stones for me to get close to core technologies."

Finally, the old man's gaze lingered on Xu Feng, his eyes holding a lifetime of forbearance and anticipation:

"Young man, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"I was unable to bring my students back to our motherland. Please take these materials with you and make sure you bring them back!"

One sentence made Xu Feng's head buzz.

He stood up solemnly, bowed deeply to the old gentleman, and accepted the heavy stack of documents with both hands.

The paper still had a faint smell of ink, as if it had just been printed.

Seeing Xu Feng accept the documents, the old man's cloudy eyes welled up with tears, and he smiled with relief.

"Please tell the motherland that I am glad Hua is not a traitor."

The old man's figure gradually blurred, and the dozens of students around him also revealed gentle smiles, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The man in the baseball cap quickly stepped forward and shoved the briefcase into Xu Feng's hand:

"Young man, this is the core technology of laser radar. The code is 'Study for the rise of China.' Please keep it safe!"

The old scholar tremblingly handed over the manuscript and USB drive, his fingertips still stained with ink:

"Young man, these are the manuscripts and USB drive for making the lithography machine. Every parameter has been checked repeatedly, so please keep them safe!"

The medical professor pressed the USB drive firmly into Xu Feng's palm, his voice carrying a weight of entrustment:

"Young man, this is the formula and clinical trial data for a drug to cure ALS. It can save many lives, please keep it safe!"

The middle-aged man placed the police siren in Xu Feng's hand; the edges of the siren still felt slightly cool to the touch.

"Please give this to my daughter and tell her that her father is not a heartless man, but simply has an unspeakable mission on his shoulders..."

The figures of these people gradually became transparent, like smoke being blown away by the wind, and finally disappeared completely.

Xu Feng felt his eyes stinging, wanting to cry but unable to.

Finally, he gave a deep salute to the place where those people had disappeared, and stored all this important information into the God-Chosen Space.

At the same time, the words "May you rest in peace, sir" were flooded the screen in Xu Feng's live stream.

Meanwhile, in Xu Feng's live stream, the four characters "May you rest in peace" had already been flooded with a dense barrage of red comments.

Fang Ruxiao (Hua): "A survival scenario has moved this old man to tears. So be it. Tomorrow in court, what does it matter if I die remonstrating? What does it matter if my entire family is implicated? At worst, I'll just be buried in a mound of yellow earth, leaving a fertile field for miles around!"

Zhou Shuren (Hua): "Seeing this scene, I suddenly felt that my choice to abandon medicine for literature back then was worthwhile."

"The sons and daughters of China are indeed all outstanding and courageous!"

Emperor Qin Shi Huang (Hua): "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! I conquered the six kingdoms and pacified the world, all for the sake of such spirit in my descendants! My Great Qin Dynasty is gone, but the dragon spirit of China has never been extinguished! May all my descendants be like dragons!"

Tumu Fortress War God (Hua): "Hiss! This scene makes me so ashamed! We both possess the same empire, yet he has devoted himself to the country and its people, while I... Where do I put my face?! I regret it so much I wish I could smash my head against the city wall and die!"

Zhu Yuanzhang (Hua): "Damn it! My eyes are watering just watching this! Enough said, let's issue the order right now, draft the proclamation tonight, and start our rebellion against the Yuan tomorrow!"

"To hell with the Mongol cavalry, today we are determined to drive out the Tartars and restore China!"

AAA Nine Clans Wholesale (Chinese): "Waaaaah, I'm crying my eyes out! This is the romance that belongs only to us Chinese! Bloodstained Gentleman, you must survive this dungeon! Bring the gentlemen's relics back to the motherland!"

The cunning Uluru dared to disguise himself as Wahlgren (a Chinese student): "The Bloody Gentleman must survive this dungeon and not disappoint the gentlemen!"

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After putting away the documents, Xu Feng's sharp gaze swept across the airplane seats. He had to get out of this dungeon alive.

The plane was still humming, and Hongxia, Yuxi, and the others seemed oblivious to the documents being handed to them, their brows furrowed as they pondered their way out.

It seems I was just pulled into another dimension?

The prison guard sitting next to him also disappeared.

Xu Feng pulled himself out of his thoughts and began to think calmly.

This instance has a multitude of death rules.

Currently, the best course of action is to remain seated and not move.

Until the plane crashed.

Whether he survives or not, if he runs directly outside the plane, given his current height of 17.5, and lands using a parachute, he will at most suffer minor injuries.

Uncle Mads told him that if a plane crashed at a low altitude of 100 meters, the fuselage would be relatively intact, and it would take a person with a physical strength of five to eight points to withstand the impact and shock waves and survive.

If someone falls from 500 to 1000 meters, they would need 15 to 20 points of physical fitness to survive, and Xu Feng happens to fall within that range.

If an aircraft were to disintegrate at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it would require at least 30 points of physical strength to survive, resisting the cutting force of airflow and instantaneous compression.

What is currently unknown is the manner in which the plane crashed.

Uncle Mads told him that the last type of plane crash was when the plane crashed directly into a building, and in that case, you would need at least 120 points of constitution to survive.

After listening to Uncle Mads' analysis, Xu Feng suddenly felt that people are really fragile!

Now we need to determine exactly what type of accident occurred.

Xu Feng took out a black card, but no further prompts appeared on the card.

Suddenly, Xu Feng realized that perhaps the way out was not inside the plane but outside?