I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

"Forget it, just this once."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else can I do without forgiving her?

Have a fight?

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

Ou Qinglan muttered unconvinced.

Chen Feng can hear clearly and can only sigh in his heart.

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

"Who is the old fogey with you? I think he has a solid body. Why don't you do me a favor and make an appointment for me later."

No, Ou Qinglan Explained: "He used a needle to poke your butt, do you still ask him? What do you ask him to do?"

Chen Feng breathes deeply, "The battle on the top of Huashan. Either he died or I died!"

The grief and anger came again.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"How sorry?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over 170 years old, you want to be with such an Old Mister A date?"

"Huh? One hundred and seven?"

We talked with Ou Qinglan cordially about Dong Shan’s Old Mister and Chen Feng completely dispelled the idea of ​​revenge.

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

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

Because the lifespan of scientific researchers in the past was not even 170 years old.

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

old man is the Vice Group Leader of the project team led by Ou Qinglan.

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

On the contrary, Dong old man is one of the only thousands of scholarly Masters left today, that is, one of the Grandmaster Level scholars.

He is knowledgeable, has a lot of academic achievements and many disciplines.

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

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

Ou Qinglan is very innate talent, there is no doubt about this.

But her shortcomings are also obvious. She is too young. Although her basic knowledge is far stronger than Chen Feng, she is still far behind her own research.

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

In the face of such a virtuous old man with such a high reputation, but shameless and shameless, Chen Feng felt the hope of revenge, and 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 then said, jumping off the bed.

right now, a sound rang under his iron bed.

"A real man, a real man is difficult to chase after a word. You are OK, you are not allowed to beat me. I can record it."

Chen Feng looked back, I was seeing the wrinkled old face peeking out from under the cover of the white mantle and sheets of the hospital bed.

You are a real show!

The three of them had dinner together. Chen Feng knew that during the time he was in a coma, Dong Old Man had personally stepped out to help him out for fear that the procedures would be over.

As an expert scholar, Chen Feng owns a privately used villa in the eastern suburbs of the Science City.

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

Ou Qinglan suggested: "In fact, you don't need to stay close and seek further distance. You and my project team are seamlessly connected. It just happens that I also lack people, so let me be an assistant."

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up, stop dreaming. Be respectful to your teacher."

"You..." Ou Qinglan was avenged by Chen Feng, angrily. Jumped, "Then what do you want to do? If it wasn't for Sister Tianxin who asked me to take care of you when you went out, who would take care of you!"

The Dongshan old man on the opposite side also ate snacks while forgiving Look at Chen Feng with interest.

Chen Feng said truthfully: "I want to study the progress of science and technology in the 21st century."

"What?"

Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan are both big at the same time. Mouth, dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng wondered.

Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

"The decisive battle day has only been less than a year, 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 very happy, and she was very enthusiastic and Tang Tianxin took the initiative to ask Ying to help.

Although she tried to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intentions to no avail, she did not take it seriously.

Anyway, with the amazing intuition demonstrated by Chen Feng, no matter what he studies, it will always be useful.

Now that he knows his thoughts, Ou Qinglan is considered fine without breaking down on the spot.

To make an analogy, what Chen Feng means now, is almost waiting for the outbreak of Early-Stage in World War II. An extraordinary natural talent nuclear physicist will not engage in military technology research and development, but will instead study medieval Europeans. eat, drink, shit and piss.

This cannot be said that he is reckless waste of natural resources, it is a crime!

Chen Feng knew there was no way to explain to her, and he was too lazy to argue, "You leave me alone, my will is settled. Tang Tianxin doesn't care about me, just you talk a lot."

"Oh no, you... how can you do this!" Ou Qinglan jerked her finger, and her personal SmartBrain mentor port called up a summary of the information that Chen Feng recently browsed.

It's really the bits and pieces of worthless things in the history of science and technology in the 21st century.

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

What Ancient One is this!

It's pretty good.

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

Chen Feng: "Sorry, this is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Ou Qinglan He stood up quickly and knocked the chairs behind him over.

She turned around to walk, went out two steps and looked back, glaring at Chen Feng, tears in her eyes, "You disappointed me too much, I almost worshiped you because of me. I am ashamed of you!"

After speaking, she really left.

Chen Feng twitched his lips, looked towards the side, "Dong Lao, your group leader is gone."

Since the words are not speculative, naturally there is no need to communicate more, he pondered this Mr. Dong probably also wanted to persuade himself, so he didn't want to talk, and simply ordered the Expulsion Order.

Dong Shan old man squinted his eyes to look at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his heart through his eyes.

The ancients said that the older people are, the more demon they are, because they have seen too many worlds and relationships, and they will always involuntarily become more insightful.

Dong Shan is one hundred and seventy years old, and is the oldest person Chen Feng has seen so far.

His old eyes, which are not muddy, really make Chen Feng quite uncomfortable.

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

Dong Shan picked up the honey grapefruit tea next to him and took a sip, "I Do not advise you. I will only 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 meaningless. I'm too lazy to explain it to you. ."

"Little brother, let’s not talk about the meaning. I just want to tell you that your project team does not raise."

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute that can give you a link. The History Research Institute is now very withered. The group of people who studied history in the past changed their careers about ten-twenty years ago. The last group of historians, the last two days I also changed the project."

Chen Feng: "Huh?"

"The most important thing for mankind at present is to survive this catastrophe and survive. Maybe after the matter is over, There will be many people who are interested in history and value the value of history, but 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 save 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 cannot recruit people, so if you are the only one, the project team will be In name only. Even if you are Chen Feng, you are of intuition Spiritual leaders, others will not be willing to put aside their projects and run to you to do useless work."

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

" Don’t count on the trash with pitfalls. Although they learn from your instincts, they are just using your intuition that seems right but actually isn’t. Their research direction is not. It has changed."

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

The Dong old man next to him is still thinking about it.

"It seems that you are not convinced yet. That's right, be a human being, you must work hard, otherwise you don't know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also got up and left.

This old wicked mouth is really broken and smelly.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the vast expanse of the History Research Institute, the wind blows the leaves away, and the weeds grow on the ground in the Nuoda Campus, and he is in inexplicable melancholy.

Behind him is the savage growth of green plants, which envelop him as if he is in nature.

There is a desk in front of him.

A sign was written on the table.

"21st Century Technology Development Analysis Topic Group Recruitment Fair."

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

Two hundred sheets were printed, and after two days, it was still two hundred sheets.

Two days ago.

No one has signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the cold and cheerless office to the gate for the convenience of reception, there is still no one to care about.

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

He sneezed.

The dust accumulated on his desk for the past two days was flying all over the sky.

He is not cold in body, but cold in heart.

A doorman in uniform walked in from outside the gate.

"Dean Chen, I will add some clothes for you."

Chen Feng's heart hurts again.

As soon as he set foot in the Academy of History, he, an expert "scholar", automatically became the Dean of the Academy.

Now he has two soldiers.

The doorman who gave him clothes and another doorman who is receiving basic military literacy training in the Science City security team.

Because all the scholars except him, after completing the transfer of historical relics a few days ago, they all switched careers.

It is said that the Grandmaster Level scholars of the History Academy work as meeting recorders in the Military Academy, and they have special professional counterparts.

Chen Feng said: "Man, stop being a doorman, come to my project team and be the Vice Group Leader."

The doorman ran away without a trace.

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

Dean Chen wiped his face with ashes.

It's getting more bleak.

This world-breaking, so real!

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

He raised his eyes and glanced.

Yes, another force in the Academy has come to look for me with perseverance.

The trash in Dongshan's old man's mouth.

A member of the Intuition School, everyday all sent him an invitation, hoping that he would attend a lecture of the Intuition School, give a speech, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of wastes, the newly appointed Dean of the History Academy, Chen Feng Master, does not want to be a waste leader.

But he is about to catch a cold right now.

He got up and stretched and returned the message.

"Let me know, I will take a look at the lecture tonight."

The opposite party will reply immediately.

"Really?"

This time it was replaced by a voice message.

It still sounds pretty good, with a slightly familiar female voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

He is a long-haired girl who may have more than one fate at the Life Academy.

Well, it’s so good-looking, and at a young age, I actually believed in my school of intuition. It’s silly, it’s a shame.