I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 173: True to the explosion

"Forget it, it's only one time, not another example."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else can I do if I don't forgive her?

A beating?

"It's really stingy, I only give it once, what if someone else runs out."

Ou Qinglan muttered unconvinced.

Chen Feng heard it clearly, but he could only sigh in his heart.

Everyone has a different world view, and their understanding of things is biased. It is really unclear.

"Who is that bad old man with you? I think he's pretty solid. Why don't you do me a favor and ask him back for me."

Ou Qinglan asked in confusion: "He stabbed your **** with a needle, but you still ask him? What do you ask him to do?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "The decisive battle at the top of Mount Huashan. Either he will die, or I will die!"

That sad and angry mood came again.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Why are you sorry?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over 170 years old. Do you want to have a fight with such an old gentleman?"

"Huh? One hundred seven?"

After chatting with Ou Qinglan about greeting Mr. Dong Shan for a while, Chen Feng completely dispelled the idea of ​​revenge.

In the previous timelines, Chen Feng did not know about Ou Qinglan's colleagues at the Xuanwu Academy.

But he can be sure that there must be no such person as Dong Shan who came here before.

Because the life expectancy of scientific researchers in the past did not reach 170 years old at all.

Old man Dong should be his first time dealing with him.

The old man is the deputy leader of the project team in charge of Ou Qinglan.

On the surface, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant, but it doesn't mean that his knowledge is lower than Ou Qinglan's.

On the contrary, Old Man Dong is one of the only thousands of scholarly masters left today, that is, one of the grandmaster-level scholars.

He is very knowledgeable, has many academic achievements, and has many disciples.

It's just that he has a weird temperament and doesn't like to show up in public. In addition, he is also interested in Ou Qinglan's project, so he simply came to be an assistant.

In the project team, Ou Qinglan's specialty is spirituality and quick thinking, which is an advantage brought to her by her youth.

Ou Qinglan is very talented, there is no doubt about that.

However, her shortcomings are also obvious. She is too young. Although her basic knowledge is far stronger than that of Chen Feng, she is still far behind the research she has done herself.

Therefore, in the project team, Ou Qinglan is obviously the team leader and is responsible for leading the team forward, but it is the old man Dong Shan who really promotes the project on a solid theoretical basis.

In the face of such a despicable old man with such high morals and respect, but shameless and shameless, Chen Feng suddenly felt hopeless for revenge, and his grief came from it.

It's shameful to be old and disrespectful because of your age!

"Hey, forget it, that's it." Chen Feng sighed and jumped off the bed.

At this moment, a voice sounded from under his iron bed.

"A manly man, it's hard to chase after a single word. You can't beat me. I can record it."

Chen Feng looked back and saw that wrinkled old face was about to come out from under the white curtain of the hospital bed.

You're a real show!

The three of them had eaten together, and Chen Feng knew that during the time when he was in a coma, the old man Dong had personally gone out to help him, fearing that the procedures would be finished.

As an expert-level scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburbs of Science City.

What Chen Feng has to do now is to determine his research direction and the name of the project, and choose which unit to attach to according to the project needs.

Ou Qinglan suggested: "Actually, you don't need to be far away. You and my project team are seamlessly connected. It happens that I am also short of people. Come and be my assistant."

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up, stop dreaming. Show some respect to your teacher."

"You..." Ou Qinglan was avenged by Chen Feng and jumped with rage, "Then what are you trying to do? If Sister Tianxin didn't ask me to take care of you when you went out, who would care about you!"

The old man opposite Dong Shan also looked at Chen Feng with great interest while eating snacks.

Chen Feng said truthfully: "I want to study the technological progress of the 21st century."

"What?"

Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan opened their mouths at the same time, stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng wondered.

Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

"The decisive battle is less than a year away. You went to study this? History? Are you sick?"

She is really angry.

When she first heard that Chen Feng was planning to transfer to scientific research, she was quite happy, and she even enthusiastically asked Tang Tianxin to help her.

Although she tried unsuccessfully to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intentions, she didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, with Chen Feng's amazing intuitive ability, no matter what he studies, it will always be useful.

Now that I know what he's thinking, Ou Qinglan didn't collapse on the spot.

For example, what Chen Feng means now is almost like if in the early days of World War II, a talented nuclear physicist did not engage in military technology research and development, but instead studied the food and drink of medieval Europeans.

This doesn't mean that he's being rude, it's a crime!

Chen Feng knew there was no way to explain it to her, and he didn't bother to argue, "Don't worry about me, I've made up my mind. Tang Tianxin didn't care about me, you talk more."

"Oh no, you...how can you do this!" Ou Qinglan's fingers trembled, and the tutor port in her personal brain called out a summary of Chen Feng's recent browsing data.

It's really just those bits and pieces of worthless stuff in the history of technology in the 21st century.

What is the nano-fabrication process of silicon wafers, the signal transmission principle of 5G+ network, the advanced theory of ternary lithium battery...

These are some antiques!

Simply.

Ou Qinglan is so angry, "I don't agree!"

Chen Feng: "I'm sorry, this is my business, not yours."

Ou Qinglan got up and knocked over the chair behind her.

She turned around and wanted to leave, took two steps out and then turned back, glaring at Chen Feng with tears in her eyes, "You are so disappointing to me, I almost admired you because of me. I'm ashamed of you!"

After speaking, she really walked away.

Chen Feng pouted and looked to the side, "Elder Dong, your team leader is gone."

Since the words are not speculative, there is naturally no need to communicate more. He thought that this old Dong was also trying to persuade himself, so he didn't want to talk, and simply ordered the expulsion.

The old man Dong Shan narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

The ancients said that the older people are, the more demons they become, because they have seen too much of the world and the world, and they will inevitably become more sophisticated and insightful.

Dong Shan is 170 years old, the oldest person Chen Feng has ever seen with his own eyes.

His old eyes that weren't cloudy really made Chen Feng feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, old man, just say what you have to say, don't look at me like that."

Dong Shan picked up the honey pomelo tea next to him and sipped, "I don't advise you. I'll just help you analyze your matter from a technical point of view."

Chen Feng waved his hand impatiently, "Come on, I know, you all think it's pointless. I'm too lazy to explain it to you."

"Little brother, we don't talk about meaning. I just want to tell you that your project team can't start."

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute for you. The historical research institute is very withered now. The group of people who studied history in the past changed their careers about a decade or two ago. The last group of historians, the last two It's time to change projects."

Chen Feng: "Huh?"

"The most important thing for human beings at the moment is to survive this catastrophe and survive. Maybe when things are over, many people will be interested in history and attach importance to the value of history, but right now, no one really studies it. "

Chen Feng wondered: "Isn't the world government collecting and transporting those historical monuments?"

"Yes, the reason why I want to preserve it as much as possible is because no one is going to study it now."

Chen Feng was stunned.

"So, let's change the idea. Your project team can't recruit people, then if you are the only one, the project team will exist in name only. Even if you are Chen Feng, you are the spiritual leader of the intuition school, others will not I am willing to put down the projects in their hands and come to you to do useless work.”

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Intuition school? What is it?"

"Don't expect those scumbags. Although they are as stupid as you to promote some intuition, they are just using your specious intuition as a methodology, and their research direction will not change. ."

Chen Feng ignored him and started to inquire about the intuition school on the spot.

The old man next to him is still thinking.

"It looks like you're not convinced yet. That's right, you must work hard as a human being, or you won't know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also got up and left.

This old wicked man has a really broken and stinky mouth.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the vast and vast Nuoda Park of the Institute of History, where the wind blew the leaves away and the weeds were overgrown. He fell into inexplicable melancholy.

Behind him is a savage growth of green plants, wrapping him in it, as if in nature.

In front of him is a desk.

A sign is written on the table.

"21st Century Science and Technology Development Analysis Research Group Job Fair."

Next to the sign, there are two hundred registration forms that he personally printed.

The print out was 200 sheets, and after two days, it was still 200 sheets.

It's been two days.

No one really signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the deserted office to the gate in order to facilitate reception, the door would still be ignored.

The wind became stronger again, and Chen Feng blew a little cooler.

He sneezed.

It blows the dust that has accumulated on his desk for the past two days.

He is not cold, but cold.

A uniformed doorman enters through the gate.

"President Chen, I'll add some clothes for you."

Chen Feng's heart ached again.

The moment he set foot in the History Institute, he, an expert-level "scholar", automatically became the Dean of the History Institute.

Now he has two soldiers.

The doorman who gave him his clothes, and another doorman who is undergoing basic military literacy training with the Science City Security Team.

Because all the scholars except him have changed careers after completing the transportation of historical relics a few days ago.

It is said that the Grandmaster-level scholar of the History Academy is the special counterpart of the meeting recorder in the Military Academy ~IndoMTL.com~.

Chen Feng said: "Dude, stop being a doorman, come to my project team and be the deputy team leader."

The doorman ran away without a trace.

"Dean Chen can't do it! I'm waiting for Lao Li to change shifts, and I have to go to the training ground too!"

Dean Chen wiped the ashes from his face.

More bleak.

It's so real!

At this time, his personal communication system sounded a reminder of an unfamiliar letter.

He glanced up.

Well, another force of my own in the Academy of Sciences has persevered to find me again.

The group of trash in the mouth of old Dong Shan.

The members of the intuition school send him an invitation every day, hoping that he can attend the lectures of the intuition school, give speeches, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of trash, the newly appointed dean of the History Institute, Master Chen Feng, does not want to be the leader of the trash.

But he's really about to catch a cold right now.

He got up and stretched, and replied to the message.

"Let me inform everyone that I will come to see tonight's lecture."

The opposite party will reply to the message immediately.

"Really?"

This time it's a voice message.

It still sounds like a pretty, slightly familiar female voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It's a long-haired girl whom he may have met more than once in the Academy of Life Sciences.

Alas, she looks so good-looking, and yet at such a young age, she actually believed in my intuition school. I'm so stupid, what a pity.