The man's body language expressed confusion on what to do. Went there and here but never near the entrance or any car. Didn't even go to a side exit. It was a bizarre experience tailing the target because there was no apparent destination. Then another phone was pulled out and the man kept staring at it, as though expecting something. The phone lit up after a minute or two and the man stared at it before quickly heading in another direction. He followed into an isolated hall and found the man huddled at the end, near a door, facing the corner.
He took a step and paused. The man didn't noticed. Was still looking at the phone. Took another step. Nothing. He took a few more steps when the man suddenly closed the phone. He paused, tensed and waiting to explode into a run. A second passed and another and another until a minute went by and the man opened up the phone again. Kept staring at the screen as though waiting for more instructions. Breathing a lot more now. Heavier as well. Bent knees and crouched position. Got up again. Repeated the whole thing over and over. Blissfully unaware of anything in the surroundings. He walked calmly and casually after observing for a hundred eighty seconds.
He was a foot away from the man and staring down at the smartphone. The man didn't notice him. Was too absorbed in another world. There was a group chat.
Superfans of Elias Guderheisen.
There was a message from someone named Burt.
'I found Elias. In college at the moment. Stalking him very secretly. Doesn't know I'm following him'
False alarm.
He was mistaken for a celebrity and Burt was so absorbed in the group chat that he was practically invisible. He also found out that the toy phone was an attempt to look cool. So was sitting out in the sun for thirty minutes with no food or drinks. The dedication that some people had astounded him. Someone promptly responded to him. The text was quite rude.
'Are you an idiot. Elias is a grown adult in his thirties. Why would he be in college. Who the hell are you anyways?'
'I've stalked this chat for a while now. Wanted to see which was the best to join'
'Oh my god. Please go away'
He quietly left the man to his own affairs and head towards biology. He had two minutes left on the clock so he broke into a sprint after exiting the building. Breaking into a sprint inside the hall, although harmless, would train a different habit into him that wasn't good. He didn't want to retreat on impulse but when the conditions were right.
The wind howled in his ears and many people only saw a blur as he dashed across the open field. The fresh air was invigorating and calming. Even though he was exerting a lot of stamina, he never felt so refreshed. Running felt natural and simplistic to him, like he could sprint forever. That was of course, impossible. Even superhuman athletes (speaking metaphorically) had a limit to how much energy they could hold. With every movement, that energy was expended. The reason it felt like you could hypothetically walk forever was the body recycled energy every time you came to a resting state. It was minuscule enough to fund a marathon of very slow walking. To cross the same distance in a shorter amount of time, the expenditure was naturally greater. After ninety eight seconds, the building came into view. Sixteen seconds later he was in the door. Six seconds later and not a second more and he was in the room. He walked so quickly that no one knew who had just entered. Didn't care either. The group he was with were sitting in the front but he sat in the back to avoid a commotion.
Fourth year biology was significantly harder than third year biology, compared to first and third year biology. That was because fourth year biology was meant to prepare students for work that would impact the industry. It was no longer theoretical projects that sounded like they had potential. They needed a practical application. To assist with this, only the best PhD candidates were teaching courses at that level. Every PhD candidate was brilliant, but just as there were bad students, there were good students.
PhD's could be measured on a IQ scale of a hundred fifty to three hundred twenty points. There was no threshold to teacher first to third year courses, but one needed a rating of two hundred and eighty points to teach fourth year courses. The pay was about two point five times higher as well.
Blue Skies College, or just Blue Skies only had three hundred and ten point professors or higher. Therefore, he had no comparison to lower tier PhDs. There was no rule saying that those PhDs couldn't be hired, but there was a backlog of extremely famous PhDs who had applied and were awaiting employment.
On average, he heard that five professors retired a year due to wealthy retirement benefits. Blue Skies didn't seem to care enough to do anything about the bleed. It was the only way they could attract famous professors and collect astronomical fees. Probably some accountant had determined that the flows were sustainable.
He had another experiment in mind for fourth year chem-bio but no idea where to start. It was too complicated so he didn't bother to think too much on it. He just occasionally thought about the very idea of it. Hopefully he would learn enough to start on it by mid-year least. The most complicated solution he had never made took him nearly five months. He planned to work on it post-grade but wanted to do most of it in school where he had access to unattainable resources. Megan would possibly help him, but he didn't want to rely on her.
As for the name of the experiment, he couldn't quite settle on one yet. He needed more inspiration. But it would be earth shattering. It would shake the foundations of the planet so badly that he would possibly be hunted by billionaires and bounty hunters for even a shred of info. Of course, at that point, he would not even fear a nation. That's how trippy his idea was.