The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 230 Mad Genius Physicist vs Shy and Delicate Nurse

When Fu Wan was a flower planter in high school, he not only stepped on the shoulders of today's powerful physicists to explore problems, but also the correct theories of latecomers.

Generation after generation of sages spent countless hours and made countless mistakes, and the knowledge finally obtained was passed on to the new generation quickly and carefully.

Fu Wan knew that Borg's theory was correct, and it was a theory and theorem that would be written in later textbooks.

In order to convince Borg of his own words, Fu Wan spent a little time explaining the core and derivation of his theory.

Borg looks normal.

"Who are you?" He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

Fu Wan looked confused, "I'm Natasha."

Borg: "..."

So there was a strange silence between the two, Fu Wan couldn't help but turn her clever little head and realized the problem.The original owner was just a college dropout, equivalent to a high school diploma in this era, but he easily explained the knowledge newly discovered by a doctor. ,

No matter how you look at it... she also looks like an undercover female spy or something.

Borg spoke first, "How do you want to help me?"

Fu Wan couldn't help wondering, shouldn't she feel like a female undercover agent at this time?
The system resolutely made up the knife: "Don't worry, there won't be such a stupid female undercover."

Fu Wan: "You can pull it down, do you think I am stupid for my little brain that can memorize dozens of formulas?"

"..." The system ignored her.

For a moment, Fu Wan stopped thinking about how the female spy faced this situation. She took out two pieces of paper and said while writing: "First, you have to find someone who is willing to take you out. Second, You need to find a doctor to prove that you are not crazy."

She hesitated for a moment, but continued: "The dean said that you are a nobleman from Lorraine County. Logically, you would not be sent to the madhouse."

A madhouse is a place of exile.

Borg was silent for a while, lowered his head and took a sip of hot cocoa, leaned back in his chair and said slowly: "There are powerful people in this world, and the Lorraine family in County Lorraine is nothing."

Fu Wan understood the meaning of his words, and couldn't help but fell silent.

He moved too many people's cakes.

"But I don't want to see an excellent physicist die." Fu Wan looked at Borg with a half-smile.

Borg raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were finally stained with some doubts.

Why should she help him?

She obviously doesn't look smart, but she is astoundingly sharp and smart in some aspects.

"Thank you." He smiled slightly, with complicated emotions in his deep eyes, and took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Fu Wan, "Help me deliver this letter to 394 Seventh Avenue and Bridge Street."

Fu Wan took it and stuffed it into his clothes, "Okay."

She smiled slightly.

Borg looked at Fu Wan deeply for a while, then got up and stood up, "Miss Natasha, good night." He turned and walked out, suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked back at her, "Thank you for your camphor and ice chips."

Fu Wan had already picked up the French book on the table, but now he looked sideways at him.

The man usually stands in the light, half in the dark, like a beautiful statue of a god.He is like a person born in chaos, half bright and half dark.

Seeing the French book in her hand, Borg slightly curled his lips, with a lazy expression, "I can speak French, and Miss Natasha can ask me everything you want... about French."

Fu Wan felt that he was a little bewitchingly good-looking, and his heart beat a little uncontrollably.

She closed the French book in her hand and nodded, "Okay, thank you."

So Borg turned and went out.

Because of the surprise attack just now, Fu Wan didn't dare to sleep, and stayed up all night to memorize a piece of French essay.

Amy came over the next morning, and Fu Wan went back to catch up on sleep.

She didn't make it until noon and had dinner at home before she went to Seventh Avenue, found No. 394 along Bridge Street, and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a beautiful lady in her twenties opened the door and gave Fu Wan a wary look. ,

Fu Wan quickly explained: "This is a letter that Mr. Boge asked me to bring over."

After speaking, she handed the letter to the woman in front of her.

She is very good-looking, with a protruding body and an elegant figure. She has a good face and exquisite makeup, but there are faint bruises under her eyes, and there is a callus left by a brush in her right hand.Fu Wan speculates that she might be a scholar and has a good relationship with Berger.

For some reason, she felt a little lost.

"Okay, thank you." The woman showed a distant and polite smile to Fu Wan.

Fu Wan nodded, turned and left.

In view of the approaching working time, Fu Wan returned to the third floor of the madhouse at a speed of [-] meters. As soon as he went up, he bumped into Borg who was moving freely.

The man was standing in front of the door where the medical staff came in, holding a book in his hand, leaning against the wet wall and looking down at the academic monograph in which Fu Wan didn't even know the language.

Before she went in, the man looked up at her.

She was still alive, and Borg's eyes flashed doubts for a certain moment.

Fu Wan was so exhausted that he was useless, he leaned against the wall without saying a word, and complained: "The Seventh Avenue is too far away, I almost missed it."

Borg's hand stopped, and he hummed in a low voice, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's good if I can help you." Fu Wan smiled slightly and looked at Borg.

The man's eyes fell deeply on her face, and suddenly, he reached out and landed on her face, and very slowly and gently squeezed the piece of paper sticking to her face.The distance between the two was so close that Fu Wan could almost feel Borg's breath falling on top of her head.

Uncontrollably, her heartbeat became very fast, and her snow-white face was stained with a blush.

Borg laughed lowly, "Miss Natasha, you are such a fool."

His voice was low, and when he said it in such a low and gentle tone, it made the deer in people's hearts rush like crazy.

Fu Wan coughed lightly, and took a step back to the side, a little afraid to look at him. ,

Borg closed the book in his hand, took out a page and handed it to her, "I heard the sound of your reciting last night," he paused, "but at the beginning, it's better to read these few books."

Fu Wan looked down at the piece of paper, on which were written the titles of several books.

"Thank you." Fu Wan was a little embarrassed, and she also knew that the original owner's pronunciation was not very standard.

But self-study is like this, and it is inevitable that you will bring the habit of your mother tongue.

Borg looked down at the girl's shy and embarrassed eyes, the corners of his lips curled up strangely, and his tone was still gentle and casual, "However, Miss Natasha's voice is very nice. If you study hard, you will definitely become an excellent announcer in the future. "

Fu Wan was taken aback, and looked at Borg in front of him.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little out of harmony.

But for a while, I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

　Thank you for remember's reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)