Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 77
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 77
Bang!
The 50s Man slams his hand down on the desk.
“What is the meaning of this?! A broadcast all of a sudden?!”
This research has only just begun.
“We don’t even have any visible results yet….”
“We do.”
The results of experiments over the past few days revealed that various parts of the brain were being activated, even if minutely, day by day.
“Dean!”
“Sigh, Professor Richard.”
This is the problem with single-minded people.
“This is already a field with several published papers.”
If it were research in a completely new field, that would be one thing, but we can’t invest precious budget in research that already has published results.
“Even if I wanted to push for it, the board of directors would oppose it.”
Not only have donations from graduates decreased due to the worsening economy, but this year 10 percent of incoming students suddenly canceled their enrollment, making budget acquisition difficult.
Budget reviews inevitably had to become tighter.
“This phenomenon is happening at all universities nationwide, not just ours.”
“…Ugh.”
“Do you want to do research? Then go on a broadcast.”
It needs to be mentioned in the media.
Public opinion needs to be created.
Only then will even the strict board of directors approve the budget.
“Our Medical School needs to do whatever it takes to secure maximum budget.”
How many research projects are currently ongoing.
All of them are research directly connected to human life.
If even one of them stops, it will harm patients and families suffering from those diseases, and patients and families who will suffer in the future.
“I did the same.”
The Dean, who vowed to become a doctor after losing his sister to tuberculosis in the 1940s. Now the cure rate is high if detected early, but back then it was a terrible disease that meant preparing for death the moment you caught it.
“I’m asking you as a favor.”
“…Damn it!”
Bang!
Professor Richard returns to his office and rubs his face.
“Playing dirty….”
It’s a dirty trick he has no choice but to accept.
It’s not for nothing that he’s the Dean.
Knock knock!
“Come in.”
“Professor?”
The assistant professor who entered makes an expectant expression.
“How did it go?”
“It looks like I’ll have to appear on a broadcast.”
“Excuse me?”
Professor Richard told him about his conversation with the Dean, and the assistant professor’s mouth fell open.
“Damn board of directors.”
But the Dean wasn’t wrong.
Other labs are also groaning from reduced budgets.
“It wasn’t just me?”
“You didn’t know?”
“…Ahem.”
‘Sigh.’
Professor Richard, who doesn’t get along well with his fellow professors due to his rigid personality.
“But will you be able to do well?”
“That’s the problem.”
He’s given presentations at academic conferences quite a bit, but would that be the same as this?
“If I had researched for even a year, I would have had something to say on a broadcast….”
But if he just recited content from other papers, he’d only embarrass himself. His pride wouldn’t allow it either.
At those words, the assistant professor’s expression also darkened.
“Ah! How about we try this?”
“How?”
“We split the focus in two!”
“Huh?”
“The people who performed jazz at the Veterans Home!”
“…Oho.”
His eyes held interest.
* * *
“Wow.”
Maybe because it’s the first time.
I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but the lobby of the TV Broadcasting Station seems different from the entrance compared to the Radio Station I appeared on before.
No, it’s actually much wider and taller.
‘A celebrity.’
It’s the Anchor of the broadcast program that Larry watches every morning, reporting on various aspects of California.
‘Yesterday was the Batcar episode, right?’
Batman’s Batcar that a family man spent a whopping 5 years making in his old garage.
Larry watched with very interested eyes, and the broadcast ended with the Batcar driving on public roads.
That’s not all.
Reporters, Actors, and Singers that I’ve seen whenever I occasionally watch TV are walking around the lobby.
“Here it is, Johann.”
“Thanks, Rick.”
Johann and Rick Bottom, wearing the visitor passes that Manager Rick Bottom obtained, head inside the Broadcasting Station.
“But why did they approve my appearance?”
Johann didn’t broadcast when he made it onto the Billboard mainstream rock chart, or when the event was held in Long Beach.
But the Planning Team approved this appearance.
He couldn’t help but be curious.
“They said it’s for the Fans.”
“But I keep posting on YouTube and SNS?”
“That’s different from seeing the impressive side of someone you like.”
“Aha.”
I understood.
“What should I be careful about?”
“They said it might be mischievous.”
Even though Johann is young, it means some slightly mischievous questions might come up.
‘They must trust me.’
They believe I can handle this much on my own.
Johann nods and grabs the door handle of the Waiting Room.
“You know, right Johann?”
“Don’t worry.”
Greetings must always be big.
“Hello, I’m Johann Jefferson, scheduled to appear today.”
“Vivid memories for Alzheimer’s patients….”
Professor Richard, who had been saying something to the assistant professor and Charlie sitting on chairs in the waiting room, looks at Johann.
“Ah, you’re… I’m sorry.”
“Excuse me?”
“I caused you to go through troublesome things because of me.”
What is he talking about.
Johann’s eyes narrow.
“Perhaps….”
“That’s right. I’m Richard Marx, professor of neurology at Stanford Medical School.”
The very person who caused the newspaper article ‘Time Flowed Backwards for the Veterans’ to be published, and Professor Richard who began research on the correlation between dementia and music targeting elderly patients hospitalized at the veterans’ home.
‘But?’
Rick Bottom whispers to the puzzled Johann.
“He seems to be apologizing because you ended up appearing because of him. Johann only did volunteer work after all.”
‘It doesn’t particularly matter….’
Rather, it’s a good opportunity.
He can show his fans who like him a gift of his wonderful appearance.
But he can’t say that.
Either way, since he ended up appearing on the broadcast involuntarily, he should get something out of it. ‘The One Who Became a Star’ is also telling him to do so.
“It’s good that you know. Honestly, I was a bit displeased.”
“Oh my….”
As Professor Richard’s expression darkens, Charlie quickly steps forward.
“Hello, Johann?”
“…We’ve met before, haven’t we?”
“The little heroes who lifted up the fallen veteran.”
Johann’s eyes widen.
“I wanted to see you!”
The reporter who wrote the article that introduced Johann Jefferson, not the Wolf Boy, to the world.
“Haha. I’m happy that you welcome me like this?”
“Of course.”
Thanks to that article, many donations were delivered to the center where the fallen veteran, Andy Clark, the washed-up catcher of the former LA Dodgers, was hospitalized.
Thanks to that, the center’s situation improved, so Charlie was a person worthy of praise for that alone.
“Ah, then could it be?”
“Yeah. I’m also the one who wrote this article. But to think that the protagonist who alleviated grandfather’s condition was you….”
When he found out that Johann was the one who performed, he thought he was going crazy.
“Grandfather?”
“My grandfather is also hospitalized there.”
“Could it be Mr. Mason?”
“…Do we look alike?”
“Very much so.”
Mason, who stood up with his walker and shook his body vigorously when the full-scale performance began.
He remembered because he was worried that he might fall.
“Oh… That’s content I didn’t particularly want to know.”
His grandfather’s vigorous dancing.
Absolutely not something he wanted to see.
“And I asked this person for help. Would ten good articles be enough? Not just for you, but for all the entertainers under Rockies combined.”
“100 articles.”
“30 articles.”
“Deal.”
Charlie’s recognition had risen significantly due to the article ‘The Little Heroes Who Lifted Up the Fallen Veteran.’ Moreover, the place where he works is a newspaper company that ranks in the top ten in California.
He absolutely had to make him an ally.
“Haha. You’re really sharp as expected.”
He felt it then too, but he was definitely not an easy opponent.
‘Look at him dressed up in H&M again today.’
H&M really picked their exclusive model well.
“As for the professor… I’ll think about it a bit more.”
“Th, thank you.”
Knock knock!
“Yes.”
The door opens and staff members enter.
“We’ll do your makeup! Mr. Johann Jefferson? Mr. Richard Marx?”
“Yes!”
“Ah, understood.”
The two headed to the chairs the staff members pointed to.
* * *
“Welcome to!”
“California Evening!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
California Evening, the talk show representing California.
Unlike major talk shows broadcast nationwide such as The Tonight Show, Larry King Live, and The Oprah Winfrey Show, it’s a regional broadcasting station’s talk show broadcast only in California, but by introducing California’s various aspects and the current status of Hollywood actors and singers, it has a viewership spanning all generations from teenagers to the elderly.
MC Jack Walter, who raised the atmosphere with light chatter, holds the script.
“There was an article that heated up LA last week, right? Do you know what it was?”
“Time Flowed Backwards for the Veterans!”
“Yes. It was an article about retired military personnel who sacrificed their youth to protect this country America’s security and liberal democracy.”
Retired military personnel walking powerlessly toward the destination called death.
Their time flowed backwards.
The old man who walked around with a walker threw away his walker, and the old man who asked for food when he turned around came to his senses.
A miracle happened at the veterans’ home.
A time when supporting the elderly became burdensome.
Due to the bankruptcy of banks and insurance companies, the suicide rate of elderly people who lost their retirement pensions skyrocketed, and the dementia incidence rate of elderly people who lost hope was increasing day by day.
‘In such a situation, dementia was alleviated, so it had to become an issue.’
News that made not only the elderly but also families supporting the elderly sit in front of the TV.
That’s why they postponed the news that should have been covered today and invited Johann and Professor Richard.
“Is it God’s miracle, or some phenomenon created by human will? Let’s bring out the protagonists!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
The studio door opens and Professor Richard and Johann walk out.
Professor Richard, who shrank dramatically upon discovering the camera, and Johann, who smiled brightly toward the camera.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Jack Walter, hosting California Evening. Could you please introduce yourselves?”
“N, nice to meet you. I’m Richard Marx, teaching neurology at Stanford Medical School.”
“Oh. You’re not a robot? You looked like one just now?”
“Hahahaha!”
“Ahem.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Johann Jefferson, currently attending Fairmont School.”
“Orange County?”
“Yes, 4th grade.”
“Wow. You’re overflowing with charisma, unlike what you’d expect from a student at a goody-two-shoes school!”
“Oh my. You must be a public school student. It’s okay. If you’re envious, you can just say you’re envious.”
“…Have you ever kissed anyone?”
“Good Lord. You don’t know how? …At your age?”
“Of course I know! I’m not a kid right now… Grr.”
Hahahahahaha!
Puhahahaha!
As laughter erupted from the audience seats, Jack Walter grinned and subtly gave Johann a thumbs up, and Johann smiled back.
‘America indeed.’
The level of their jokes is quite high.
If it weren’t for the Planning Team’s warning and ‘The One Who Became a Star’, he might have been a bit offended by the goody-two-shoes school comment and responded more sharply.
‘But this level doesn’t even count as a joke, does it?’
Where exactly is that upper limit?
He’s becoming curious to find out.
Johann’s eyes began to sparkle.
“Professor Max, you mentioned earlier that you teach neurology at Stanford Medical School. Could you tell us exactly what kind of academic field neurology is?”
Now Professor Richard’s eyes sparkled.
Is there anything more delightful for a professor than being asked about their specialty?
“Ahem. Neurology is the study of animal nervous systems, and this nervous system…”
‘Eminem?’
All sorts of technical terms poured out like a rapper’s rap.
A rapid-fire rap that made one’s mind dizzy just listening to it.
No, it seemed even better than Eminem, the master of fast rap.
At least you could understand Eminem’s rap.
When even the audience’s faces turned pale, Jack Walter quickly interrupted.
“Ahaha. Could you please speak in English?”
“I can’t explain it any simpler than this…”
‘Oh no!’
Sometimes there are scholars of this type.
The type of scholars who mistakenly think others know all the knowledge they possess.
In other words, they’re called socially deficient geniuses.
Seeing Jack Walter’s poor reaction, Professor Richard fell into contemplation.
“Hmm. Ultimately, you can think of neurology as the study of the structure of all nerves connected to the brain, including animal brains, what each nerve does, and their pathology.”
“Oh! So that’s what it meant!”
Clap clap clap clap clap clap!
At the staff’s signal, the audience quickly applauded, and Professor Richard, who didn’t see this, felt relieved that he had finally made them understand.
“Thank you for the explanation. Thanks to your kind explanation, Professor, it seems medical school application rates will increase starting next year.”
“That would be fortunate.”
“Shall we move on to the main topic? You’ve said that you’ve moved beyond researching the correlation between music and Alzheimer’s to achieving some tangible results.”
“That’s…”
Professor Richard, who had flinched, eventually nodded.
“Yes.”
“Oh! What kind of influence does music have on alleviating Alzheimer’s? Please explain it simply.”
Seeing Jack Walter quickly add that request, Johann also quickly entered the Library.
“Search. Neurology.”
The elderly patients’ conditions had improved because of his performance.
He was extremely curious about why that happened.
Johann picked up a suitable orb from among the flying ones and stuck it into his chest, and when he opened his eyes, Professor Richard’s explanation began.
“Hmm. To explain that, I should first tell you about how music affects the human brain.”
Music has a positive impact on alleviating anxiety, stress, depression, learning disabilities, chronic pain, cancer, and more, because music activates various parts of the brain and causes the secretion of positive hormones.
“As you can see, music has a tremendous impact on the brain. To understand this in detail, you must first understand implicit memory and explicit memory. This is important, so please keep listening.”
“Yes…”
“Among these, implicit memory can be easily explained with an example: people who can quickly type on a keyboard through long practice naturally type knowing where each character is without having to consciously think about it. Haven’t you had that experience?”
“Oh! That seems right.”
“Memory that’s recalled unconsciously like this is called implicit memory, while explicit memory refers to memory you can consciously think about. The most representative of these is episodic memory.”
Memories like where you were and what you did on your birthday a year ago. In other words, reminiscences.
“This episodic memory originates from the hippocampus area, which is the first to be damaged when dementia sets in. According to one research paper, the reason dementia patients can remember song lyrics or play instruments is because these abilities don’t come from the brain’s hippocampus.”
“Why is that?”
“Listening to music and remembering and reminiscing about specific time periods does originate from episodic memory, but…”
“What enables you to remember and sing song lyrics and play instruments comes from implicit memory?”
Flinch!
The gazes of Professor Richard, Jack Walter, and the audience turned toward Johann.
“Is that right?”
‘Tsk. I chose wrong.’
Since he didn’t have time, he picked randomly and ended up absorbing and reading information from someone before brain research was as advanced as now.
Still, it wasn’t at a level he couldn’t understand.
No, it was actually interesting.
Because it was more advanced knowledge.
Seeing Johann full of such interest, Professor Richard pushed up his glasses.
“Why do you think that?”
Perhaps because he became interested, Professor Richard spoke in his original manner.
But Johann didn’t mind.
“The hippocampus isn’t such an amazing organ.”
The hippocampus, which governs memory and learning, is the place that processes declarative memory rather than short-term memory or emotions.
“But unless you have perfect memory ability, old memories inevitably become distorted.”
But strangely, while people can’t remember or distort what happened decades ago, they easily recall the lyrics of songs they sang enthusiastically back then or passages from books.
“So we can infer that songs are ultimately stored in implicit memory, in the unconscious.”
“…Hooo. Stored in the unconscious. Then what is the unconscious?”
“In the dictionary sense?”
“As much as you know.”
Johann nodded and explained about the unconscious, and the audience stared at his mouth.
The same was true for Jack Walter, and if the staff in the corner hadn’t shaken their whole body, he might have continued listening to their Q&A.
‘Crazy!’
He had to cut it off.
“Uh… Is this interesting?”
“Yes. It’s quite intriguing?”
Jack Walter was dazed again, and Professor Richard’s eyes flashed.
Those eyes were like a predator that had discovered prey.
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