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For mortals, God's inadvertent glance allows mortals to step up into the sky.

Everyone understands this, not only the stars, but also the MIT students.

Maybe they won't necessarily go to the Hollywood show in the future, but if they can get the attention of the watermelon god, and nothing else, even if they go out to sell pork in the future, many customers will buy it.

This is like a person who is close to the president of the country. What business do you think he would not do well?

Is the watermelon **** the president of the country? No!

However, he is even better than the president of the country. To borrow a mathematical formula:

One watermelon **** = one Obama president.

For this reason, MIT students were jealous.

In the library, the students who had the honor to watch the little prodigy go online yelled.

"Little Ike, please pay attention to me, I am about to graduate!" An eye-man squeezed into it desperately.

"Little Ike, and me, I'm your school sister!" A tall school sister unbuttoned a coat from her chest and rushed anxiously.

Because she is about to graduate, she plans to show to the media industry.

She craves popularity, popularity is capital, and popularity is money.

"Little Ike, pay attention to me too. I plan to go to politics after graduation!"

"Me too, me too!"

...

The library was messed up, and the line of plainclothes agents couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the students.

There are too many people. Look at the gate. Many students who want to understand are also running to the library.

"Don't be crowded!" The professor shouted, but it was useless.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet!" The principal shouted, but still no use.

Just then, but listening to a FBI agent roaring violently.

"Who squeezed again? I squeezed another shot!"

As soon as this word came out, the audience was instantly silent.

All the students looked at the agent in wonder. Yes, it's surprise, not fear.

Well, where did this funny agent come from? Are you really awesome and want to shoot in the world's best school?

Please, look at the handsome guy in front of you, he is the son of Nelson Media Group.

You look at the **** your left, she is the griffin car giant.

Look at your right hand again ...

Can you enter the Massachusetts Institute of Technology to study and be selected as a representative to watch the little prodigy surfing the Internet? Do you think they are all weak chickens?

Please, what kind of IQ is your agent?

Under the gaze of Dao Dao, the teasing agent tragically lowered his head and said weakly:

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing!"

cut!

The classmates despised him a bit, and then continued to squeeze inside.

Some people may ask, is this too exaggerated?

Think of the three female stars who step up to the sky. If you squeeze, you might get 100 million US dollars. If it is you, can you squeeze?

Is he more powerful than buying a lottery ticket, who is not crowded, who is stupid!

Are MIT students stupid?

Obviously not!

So, they are even more crazy.

"Little Aike, please pay attention!" "Little prodigy, please pay attention!" "Watermelon God, please pay attention!" ...

The wall of plainclothes agents was almost unstoppable.

How to do? How to do?

On this occasion, a hero stood up with tragic courage at the last moment when the day fell.

He's just-Ike.

But see, Ike climbed to the chair, and all the students were not crowded.

But seeing that, Ike climbed to the computer table again, and now the whole audience became silent for a while, and the needle was heard.

"Brothers and sisters, there are so many of you, I can't pay so much attention, what can I do?"

The tender voice echoed in the library.

Ike tilted his head, looking to the left, looking to the side ...

Everywhere he looked, everyone looked at him with anticipation.

"Let ’s do this, I ask a question? Whoever answers first, I will pay attention to, okay?"

The sound fell, and the audience applauded.

"The question is--"

Sudden applause, everyone was nervous, even if it was Xueba.

They all know that the little prodigy is the highest IQ person in history, and the question he is about to ask may be hell-level difficulty.

Please, do n’t ask world-type problems!

At this moment, everyone raised his ears, preparing to listen to the question of the little prodigy.

In the audience's attention, Ike asked:

"What's the best?"

Yin Luo, a female voice screamed: "Watermelon is the best!"

As soon as this word came out, the audience was choked.

Suddenly, you're making too much fun, right? What about your face? What about the face?

But see, Ike clapped his hands excitedly, and said cutely:

"Congratulations, you're right!"

puff! puff! puff!

A large audience was killed.

Jin's schoolgirl came over in excitement, and told Ike his Twitter account.

Ike kept his promise, added her number as a friend, and followed her.

"Thanks, thank you Ike!"

Sister Xue was happily unable to help herself, and hugged Ike for a while, and kissed Ike with saliva.

...

1 hour of internet time soon arrived ~ www.readwn.com ~ eventually Ike's number of fans reached 100 million, and is still growing ...

Everyone was shocked to see this number.

It's horrible. No word, 100 million yuan.

"Well, little Ike, let's go back to class!" Professor Fergus pulled up the little guy and left the library.

On the way, the White House special agent quietly asked Ike how to calculate the cosmic degree. Unfortunately, Ike ignored him.

In the end, the agent could only leave the school in depression, and go back to report to the White House.

The senior White House officials who got the report were furious. Not only them, but also the predators of the Watermelon League.

Capital is like that, you can bring benefits to them, and they can make you God. If you can't ...

Ha ha!

It is reported that some people even said in private that the prodigy would no longer be protected.

But the proposal was flatly rejected by Hughes.

For the next few months, special agents were looking for Ike every week, asking about the new calculation method, but Ike never agreed.

December 1. White House.

The Minister of Defense led two officers into the president's office.

"Mr. President, the railgun has been built. When can we send it to heaven?"

Upon hearing this, Obama was depressed, and Hughes, who was here, was also depressed.

The little guy's stuff is not here yet. How can it be delivered to heaven?

Think of a way as soon as possible!

"By the way, isn't his birthday coming? Why don't we give him a birthday party and dying him? How?"

Everyone was overjoyed at this remark.

Yes, just do it!

At this moment, if Ike knew the news, he would die suddenly.

Nima, I'm still waiting for Christmas and make a lot of energy again! (To be continued.) 8