#113 - Chapter 113 Which Professor Are You?

Packages were continuously delivered, and more and more readers received signed books.

"I received the signed book. Grandmaster Lin Yu's signature is magical. When I stare at it, I seem to see a forest and hear birds chirping. Does anyone know what's going on?"

"My friend received a signed book, with the same effect."

"Grandmaster Lin Yu's signature is too amazing. I was in a bad mood originally, but after staring at it for a while, I felt my whole mind and body relax a lot."

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Many comments appeared on the internet.

If one person gets a signed book, their family and friends are likely to see Lin Chen's signature.

"Old Jiang, what's going on here?"

"Old Jiang, you're a professional, please explain."

"Old Master Jiang—"

Many people went to Jiang Xuesong's Weibo to ask.

Jiang Xuesong saw these comments.

But he didn't say much more.

He knew that Lin Chen's calligraphy surpassed Wang Xizhi, but saying this would easily attract criticism towards Lin Chen, as Wang Xizhi's historical status as the Sage of Calligraphy was firmly established.

"Everyone, please be careful."

Jiang Xuesong saw about ten people off from his villa. They were staying at a nearby hotel and would go to Modu together tomorrow.

"Brother Jiang, see you tomorrow."

The group left together.

Gradually, the night grew late, and Xu Mengyao was still awake.

She scrolled through many messages about Lin Yu.

There were all sorts of discussions online. Some people speculated that Lin Yu's calligraphy had reached an unprecedented level.

"No, I have to sleep."

"I have to go to the company early tomorrow so I can get off work early."

Xu Mengyao thought to herself.

She tiptoed out of bed to get a drink of water.

Outside the room, Xu Mengyao noticed a light in the study. She gently knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

Lin Chen was actually reading so late.

In his study, there was a large bookshelf. Originally, the bookshelf was very empty, but now it was filled to the brim.

Ninety-nine percent of these books were about aircraft manufacturing. An airplane is composed of countless parts, and these books covered a wide range of topics.

"Lin Chen, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Xu Mengyao asked.

Lin Chen looked at Xu Mengyao and smiled: "Wife, these books you had people find are very good. Reading these books allows me to learn a lot of knowledge."

He had only obtained a portion of aircraft manufacturing technology. Now, by reading these books, he could make considerable progress.

Xu Mengyao: "What are you reading so late?"

"Do you really want to build an airplane?"

Lin Chen smiled: "Just satisfying my thirst for knowledge. I have plenty of energy, and sleeping four or five hours a day is enough for me."

"Go to sleep."

"I'll go check if Qianqian is covered up later."

Xu Mengyao said somewhat embarrassedly: "It was my fault for not taking good care of her last time, causing her to suffer and you to be tired."

Lin Chen shook his head: "Don't say that. Parents aren't supermen, how can they take care of everything so comprehensively? A cold is too common for children."

"Go to sleep, I'll read for a while longer."

Xu Mengyao nodded: "Husband, good night."

"Wife, good night."

Lin Chen said with a smile.

Xu Mengyao's face turned slightly red as she left the study.

"Lin Chen is so talented, yet he's still so hardworking."

Xu Mengyao thought to herself.

Her affection for Lin Chen silently increased a bit.

Inside the study, Lin Chen continued reading.

If he didn't usually read books in this area, it would be strange if he suddenly said he knew how to do this in the future, and others wouldn't suspect him.

He was reading now, partly to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, and partly to silence others in the future.

"Huh—"

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

He had already obtained a lot of knowledge. The knowledge given by the system was undoubtedly correct. The knowledge he gained conflicted with what he was seeing in the book.

Lin Chen took out paper and a pen and quietly began to calculate.

More than ten minutes passed, and he determined that the book was wrong.

"Professor Dai's book is still good."

"I'll find his contact information later and give him a reminder."

Lin Chen muttered to himself.

He continued reading.

It was normal for one or two errors to appear in a book; he couldn't negate the entire book just because he found one error.

At one or two in the morning, Xu Mengyao was already fast asleep.

Lin Chen slowly opened the door to the master bedroom.

Lin Xiaoqian was sleeping well, covered with a blanket, but Xu Mengyao had her long, snow-white legs exposed outside the blanket.

The bedroom light was not on, but with the help of the corridor light, Lin Chen's current vision could see very clearly.

Lin Chen looked for a few seconds.

Then he silently covered Xu Mengyao with the blanket.

The next day, Lin Chen got up early.

Not long after, Xu Mengyao also came out of the bedroom.

"Mengyao, you're up so early?"

"Preparing to make handmade noodles for you and Qianqian, the dough hasn't rested yet."

Lin Chen said in surprise.

Xu Mengyao: "You and Qianqian are picking me up from work tonight, and there are many things to do at the company, so I have to go early. I'll just grab two slices of bread and eat them in the car."

"Don't... go wash up and put on makeup, I'll make you some noodles."

Lin Chen said.

Xu Mengyao nodded.

By the time she was done, the hot noodles were already on the table.

The noodles weren't as good as the ones Lin Chen made himself, but they tasted much better than what Xu Mengyao ate outside.

"Did Qianqian kick off the blanket last night?"

Xu Mengyao asked while eating.

Lin Chen said with a smile: "Qianqian didn't, you did. Wife, your legs are very beautiful, long, and white."

Xu Mengyao: "..."

Her pretty face quickly turned red.

"Who told you to look randomly."

"I didn't look randomly, I looked very normally. Looking at my own wife, that's not against the law, right?"

Xu Mengyao rolled her beautiful eyes at Lin Chen: "Looks like I'll have to lock the door when I sleep in the future."

Lin Chen touched his chin and said: "Mengyao, in that case, I have to consider learning how to pick locks. I don't know how long it will take me to learn with my learning ability."

Xu Mengyao: "..."

"I won't lock it, okay?"

"You still shouldn't learn, your calligraphy is so amazing, don't let the history books record that you also have lock-picking skills in the future."

Lin Chen looked at Xu Mengyao with a smile: "Mengyao, don't worry, I'll just look now and definitely won't touch."

Xu Mengyao: "..."

She quickly finished her noodles and went out.

Lin Chen went to the study, turned on the computer, and found Professor Dai's contact information, which was an email address.

"Professor Dai, regarding your book—"

Lin Chen sent an email to Professor Dai.

After sending it, he ignored it.

He still had to make breakfast for Lin Xiaoqian.

In a top university in the capital, Dai Guorong woke up. He was old, and old people generally woke up early.

After making a pot of tea, Dai Guorong sat down in front of the computer. He was a university professor, but he taught doctoral students instead of undergraduates.

"Hmm?"

After turning on the computer and logging into his work email.

Dai Guorong saw that someone had sent him an email.

It even pointed out an error in his book.

After downloading the attachment, Dai Guorong calculated carefully. An hour passed, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

It was really his mistake.

This error wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small either.

"Thank you for pointing it out."

"May I ask which professor you are?"

Dai Guorong replied to Lin Chen's email.

This error wasn't something that ordinary people could discover.