Fang Er did not truly leave; he merely rode his bicycle in a circle.
After shaking off those predatory creatures, he turned back towards Li Xiaogong.
"What are you spacing out for? Get on quickly!"
"Hahaha, you're a loyal brother!"
Li Xiaogong was overjoyed. He quickly got up from the ground and swung his leg over to sit behind Fang Er.
However, the sight of him lifting his leg was somewhat… jarring.
"Damn, don't hug me!"
Feeling a pair of iron arms wrapped around his waist, Fang Er’s face immediately turned green.
This guy was currently in a state of complete exposure…
"I'm warning you, if you dare get an erection behind me, I'll kill you!"
He issued a fierce threat, twisted the throttle, and sped off.
The native women were still searching for Fang Er’s trace when they suddenly saw the two of them driving away on the motorcycle. They all slumped to the ground in anguish, weeping bitterly, as if they had lost something precious.
Not long after leaving the scene, Li Xiaogong urged Fang Er to stop.
"Stop, stop, stop! Quickly get Ninth Master some clothes…"
His clothes had already been torn to shreds and discarded by the natives. If he returned naked and people saw him, would he still have any face left?
"You still want clothes? Dream on!"
Fang Er glared back at him through gritted teeth.
Damn it!
The research institute had such a good atmosphere before, but after this guy went there, it had devolved into a free-for-all.
What kind of place was that?
There were precious scientific research materials everywhere. If any were lost due to fighting, killing him would be too good for him!
"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing!"
"Brother, no, Uncle, you’re my biological uncle, okay? Stop quickly, we can’t go any further!"
Li Xiaogong panicked as he saw Fang Er not only refusing to stop but also heading straight for the research institute.
"Screech…"
Fang Er suddenly gripped the front brake.
The speeding Harley motorcycle suddenly dipped, and the rear end jumped up.
Li Xiaogong was instantly thrown off, tracing a clear character '八' in the air. He plunged into Bagua Lake with a splash.
Li Xiaogong finally managed to pull his head out of the mud and surface. Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere was a little off.
When he turned his head, he saw several things that looked like rotten wood rapidly approaching him. His old face immediately turned as green as jade from fear…
"Holy… holy crap!"
"Croco… crocodiles!"
He scrambled out of the lake, his body rolling and crawling, and looked resentfully at Fang Er, who was squatting nearby, smoking a cigarette.
"I say, brother, how much of a grudge do we have?"
"Why are you trying to kill Ninth Master like this?"
"Put these on! And come with me to the research institute!"
Fang Er casually tossed out a pair of floral shorts, then turned and sat back on the motorcycle.
With bare feet and covered in hickeys, Li Xiaogong, wearing only a pair of floral shorts, was brought back to the research institute by Fang Er.
The fight in Research Room No. 3 was still ongoing.
After seeing the scene from outside the window, Fang Er kicked Li Xiaogong’s backside.
He pointed at the room and shot Li Xiaogong a fierce glare.
"This is your doing, isn't it?"
Li Xiaogong finally understood the reason. He awkwardly scratched his head.
"Well, I just saw them arguing so heatedly, and I was anxious for them…"
With a bang, the door to the research room was roughly pushed open by Fang Er, and the room instantly fell silent.
Li Tai looked up and was amused by Li Xiaogong’s miserable state.
"Hahaha, Uncle Jiu, were you gang-raped?"
Li Xiaogong’s old face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Li Tai: ???
Holy crap, was he right?
Fang Er ignored him, grabbed Li Xiaogong by the arm, and hauled him onto the podium. He stared at the people below and said sternly,
"It's inevitable to have disputes when conducting research; this is understandable. Progress comes from divergence."
"But you dared to fight in the research room! What are you trying to do? Turn this place into a fighting arena!"
"Considering this is your first offense, I will not pursue it further. If there is a next time, all of you will be kicked out of the project team. Go back to where you came from!"
"The ringleader is Li Xiaogong!"
Fang Er paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ninth Master.
"Your punishment: clean Research Room No. 3 for a month!"
Li Xiaogong: ???
"Brother, don’t you think you’ve made a mistake?"
"I'm not part of your research institute…"
"Now you are. You're the janitor of the research institute."
"If you dare to resist, I'll have someone throw you back to that tribe."
Li Xiaogong shuddered at the words…
No, he only shivered inwardly. His body had lost the ability to shiver…
He shot Fang Er another fierce glare. Fang Er then ordered the people below, "Continue working!"
With this incident, the atmosphere of the project team was immediately corrected.
For someone engaged in research, there was nothing more unbearable than the threat of losing their project.
It was like a person who had been starving for a long time suddenly saw a grand banquet, only to be stopped from sitting at the table.
It was agonizing…
Fang Er picked up a broom from behind the door and thrust it into Li Xiaogong’s arms. He shot him another fierce glare.
Then he returned to his workstation, cradling a new shaft and beginning to polish it.
"Shhh… shhh… shhh…"
He replaced the files, from coarse to fine, one after another.
He projected brainwaves, focusing intently, scanning the shaft repeatedly.
This was the rotating shaft of an electric motor, cylindrical throughout, with several grooves in the middle. Later, accessories like windings, slip rings, and brushes would be installed here.
The precision of each part could improve the overall stability.
Conversely, the accumulation of errors in each part could also affect the performance of the entire electric motor.
Fang Er’s previous skill allowed for precision only to the level of a silkworm’s thread. Under the system’s relentless stimulation over the years, his five senses had astonishingly improved.
Even without the assistance of brainwaves, he could already feel half a silkworm’s thread difference by touch alone.
Now, with brainwaves, this precision had been further enhanced to 0.1 silkworm’s thread!
If viewed with the naked eye, the surface of the shaft processed by him looked as if it had been polished, smooth as a mirror!
In the research room, the return of the academic atmosphere also quieted the surroundings considerably.
Fang Er soon became immersed in that state of selflessness once again.
This state was called ethereal by scholars and the unity of heaven and man by martial artists!
In his world, there was nothing else.
Only the rotating shaft, the constantly changing files, and his gloves!