Chapter 127 Watchdog

"Thursday, September 16, sunny.

It has been half a month since I came to UM, and I gradually began to adapt to the environment here. I have to admit that the warnings given by the admissions office teacher at the beginning were very reasonable. The top female students in archeology are indeed difficult to explain in words.

Many of them have glasses that are thicker than dictionaries, and they dress very tightly even in summer, even a gentleman like me can't resist, how can this world be better? It is unreasonable.

After the official class, everyone here is studying hard like an arms race.

It turns out that Assyrian is only the most basic ancient language mastered by Michigan State University students, and the most difficult subject for ordinary students is the subject that they have learned as their mother tongue since childhood.

Archeology students, on average, master two or three ancient languages, elf language, dragon language, dwarf language...

Hearing from Miss Bella Wayne and David, it has become the norm.

The future of children like them has been planned by their families since they were very young, from diapers at birth to coffins after death. This kind of big family is really suffocating.

This has also strengthened my goal in life, to become a rich generation, so that my children can freely choose their future,

What, I'm still single now, that's fine. "

"Saturday, September 18, cloudy.

I wonder how Sophie is doing in Columbia?

Her bad temper is definitely hard to attract people, and I don't know who will marry her blindly in the future, this person must have committed a lot of evil, huh. "

"September 19, a rest day. I heard from my classmates going to Göttinghagen that there is a newly opened restaurant in Brighton. The taste is very unique. It is eaten in a slow-cooked soup pot.

It must be that my aunt's hot pot restaurant should be opened. It sounds like the business is doing well. I don't know if such delicious food can conquer the stupid taste buds of the Baiya people. "

"Monday, September 20th, sunny.

The Freshman Challenge Cup is getting closer and closer. I have decided on how to spend my 10,000 kroner. I will take out 5,000 kroner and quietly repay the mortgage, lest the housing market plunge after the outbreak of the financial crisis and the national war.

The behavior of this country at times really scares me, like a loft in the sky without a foundation, which will collapse at any time.

As for the rest of the money, he had to go to the Brotherhood to purchase potion materials for Sequence 7 outlaws. Talk about what happened from bounty hunter to lawless lunatic, and why this extraordinary path always develops in a more and more reckless direction.

Personally, I am more fond of acquiring the extraordinary ability of being gentle and elegant, killing people invisible. Relying on muscles and cold weapons to fight people hand-to-hand does not fit my image, it is really vulgar, very vulgar. "

"Wednesday, September 22. In order not to miss more lessons, I recently found 'Teacher Gate' and asked him for tips on how to quickly learn Elvish and Dragon language. He actually agreed. 'Teacher Gate' is really what I have seen The most gentle person, I cried to death.

I felt guilty for being shameless at the beginning, and superficially and stupidly thought that such a great existence was a despicable evil god, and I was short-sighted. "

"September 23, Thursday. I received many invitations from girls, and I even received some love letters. I am still not in the mood to talk about love. I am a bounty hunter without feelings, unless a rich woman pays me to hire me." .”

"Saturday, September 25th, light rain.

My mood today is as bad as this damn weather. That poor guy lost in the abyss actually refused to tell me the potion formula for the adventurer's follow-up Sequence 7.

He claimed that he should not use improper means to obtain the path secrets after the Middle Sequence, or something beyond the current ability to bear, otherwise he would definitely pay the due price in the future.

But I really can't figure out why it is an inappropriate method for a studious student to ask the teacher for advice.

Oh, scheming evil god..."

...

In the days before the High School Challenge Cup, the captain of the "Santa Maria" was in the monitoring room.

Tu Fu, who hadn't done anything, put his legs on the table in a calm manner, stared at the monitor screen, and leisurely observed the recent situation in the school.

The first is Professor Fran's research on electric lights in the laboratory. Since Tu Fu handed him the blueprint, this crazy inventor only sleeps for a few hours a day, sleepless, and devotes all his energy to scientific research.

Although such a challenge is a kind of torture for some old teachers who graduated from prestigious schools, of course, Mr. Coleman is not meant to be accused here.

But for scientists who really love to invent, the joy of doing experiments is more than the pain of tasting.

After Professor Fran experienced countless failures in these days,

Finally, at this moment today,

On the rest day of September 26, the world's first incandescent light bulb was developed.

It was a small step on the right path for Dynamo, but a big victory for Tu Fu's future money-making plans.

"Professor Fran's reputation as an inventor is indeed well-deserved. In this way, after cracking the light technology, you can talk to the professor about future cooperation in business."

Tu Fu rubbed his chin. Fortunately, he registered a trademark and a patent with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau early on.

Although a verbal agreement had been reached with David, Tu Fu was still worried about future cooperation.

It's not that he has any objections to David. This financial professional's communication and emotional intelligence are absolutely top-notch. What Tu Fu is really worried about is the Smith family behind him.

A monopolistic business group, if the technology is leaked, the other party will inevitably become greedy to swallow his research results.

The law that has always only protected the sacred personal assets of the rich may not necessarily help protect his rights and interests.

If professors from the University of Michigan are involved, and a top university is behind it, even a large business group will have to weigh its own weight.

"In this way, the matter of the Challenge Cup will be resolved in a few days."

Tu Fu chuckled. In fact, he didn't really pay much in this Freshman Challenge Cup competition.

The information and materials of the rival college are all in charge of the prime minister's son, Crane, and the professor's contact is borrowed from Ms. Wayne, and the inspiration is obtained from David's factory.

The poetry project for the challenge is in charge of Miss Noble Elena Weimar,

As for the most important hands-on steps, he gave full authority to Professor Fran.

He played the role of an empty-handed white wolf in this, paddling all over the water with a single idea.

"Hey, what is this?"

Tu Fu, who was in a beautiful fantasy, suddenly noticed that the surveillance screen was unintentionally transferred to the location of the school library. Coincidentally, there was a sleek black hound in front of the door.

Seems like the historic watchdog that Professor Kane mentioned.

The dog lay lazily in front of the lawn, sticking out its tongue to rest. Students passing by threw some sausages at it from time to time, and the lazy dog ​​just lay still and only ate the food thrown in front of it.

It was compared with Tu Fu's current leisurely state.

However, the moment the surveillance camera turned to it, the watchdog suddenly turned its head. Perhaps it was some kind of coincidence, and its gaze was directly facing Tu Fu behind the surveillance.

One person, one dog, two eyes meet in this special time and space.

The lazy hound changed his previous attitude, and when he bared his teeth, he showed a vicious expression,

"really!"