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Chapter 233: Sage Manuscript (Fog)

Chapter 233 Saint Wenbao (Fog)

"what?"

In the carriage.

Hearing Xu Yun's words.

Thomson, who has always been aloof and cold, had a rare dull look on his face, and asked Xu Yun:

"You want to study at Cambridge?"

After returning to God.

Thomson suddenly felt a big hole filling his chest, and he didn't know how to spit it out.

He really wanted to pat this peer in front of him on the shoulder, and say please brother, is that good for Cambridge University?

Now the whole of the UK and even Europe, it can even be said to be the highest university in the world right now!

The students who can enter Cambridge are all the best of the best, even in women's colleges.

The current population of the UK is 27.39 million, and the gross enrollment rate of higher education is 7.5%. (doi: CNKI:SUN:WGJY.0.2007-02-012)

In other words.

Now in the whole of the UK—including Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, there are as many as 140,000 people who take A-Level, the British university entrance exam, every year!

To know.

Today’s Cambridge University is not like the later generations. There are as many as 19,000 undergraduates, masters, and Ph.D. students, and an average of more than 5,000 people are enrolled each year.

In 1850, the total number of students in Cambridge University was only more than 1,700.

In other words.

Even ignoring graduate students like Thomson, the number of undergraduates enrolled by Cambridge University every year is only in the early 400s

If the proportion of graduate students is deducted, there will be more than 300 undergraduates.

One hundred and forty thousand versus three hundred, the difficulty can be imagined.

Now that Xu Yun suddenly proposed that he wants to enter Cambridge University, he doesn’t know whether to say he is ignorant, or whether he is too confident in himself

However, considering that the other party is the savior of himself and Xiaomai after all, it is not suitable to say some heavy words clearly.

So after a little hesitation, Thomson changed to a more tactful way and asked:

"Luo Feng, are you going to take the undergraduate or graduate exam?"

Xu Yun was taken aback for a moment.

Undergraduate or graduate?

To be honest, he really didn't think about this issue, and Halo didn't make a request.

However, considering the difficulty, he quickly replied:

"postgraduate."

24 years old, graduate student.

It would be more interesting if the student number is 114514.

Thomson quickly asked again:

"Graduate, right? If I remember correctly, you were educated in the Netherlands?"

Xu Yun nodded. He used this set of rhetoric once in the Mavericks dungeon, and now it can be said to be perfect:

"Exactly."

Thomson had a rough idea, and saw his eyes drooping, and continued to ask:

"According to the division of U and H universities in the Netherlands, Cambridge University is a standard U-type university and requires a VWO certificate of completion. Can you bring it with you?"

Xu Yun shook his head very bachelor:

"No."

"And what about the special certificate of completion from Eindexamens?"

"No."

"An invitation letter from Cambridge University or the Royal Society?"

"nor."

See this scenario.

Thomson couldn't help but sighed, and shrugged at Xu Yun:

"Sorry, Luo Feng, you don't have any qualifications that meet the requirements of Cambridge University, and I can't directly recommend you for admission."

"So it may be difficult to become a student at Cambridge."

After speaking, Thomson paused, worried that his words might hurt Xu Yun, so he added:

"Of course, you saved the lives of me and Maxwell. It is impossible for us to forget this kindness."

"So if you can accept it, I can try to recommend you to become an active employee of Cambridge, such as service or security, etc."

"Not to mention the guarantee of benefits, and the opportunity to sit in on courses, at least it is much better than staying in London and looking for a job endlessly."

Finish speaking.

He stared at Xu Yun, waiting for the other party's reply.

Thomson thought that what he said was very sincere. Xu Yun, as an adult with a normal IQ, should be able to regain his composure even though he was a bit over the top before.

In fact, it is exactly as he said.

In today's era of rapid industrial development, an orientaler like Xu Yun staying in London with no one to rely on is basically a concept of waiting to die.

Rather than become a fertilizer for the rapid development of the UK, it is better to follow him to Cambridge as an employee.

Don't say anything else.

With Xu Yun's skill, he can get the position of vice-captain of security at the very beginning.

He might even be spotted by some big shots and become a bodyguard with a higher salary, which can be regarded as a step up to the sky.

However, to his surprise.

Xu Yun shook his head resolutely:

"Sorry, Mr. Thomson, I still want to be a student at Cambridge University."

“.”

Thomson's face once again showed a hint of helplessness. He even wondered whether Xu Yun's brain had gone wrong due to inhaling too much smog—or how could he explain that this guy was fine all the way, but at this time he was a little 'crazy' Woolen cloth?

Afterwards, he rubbed his temples with some annoyance, and with the thought of saving him for the last time, he said earnestly:

"Luo Feng, Cambridge University is a simple and dignified place to study. There are many upright professors and school managers in it. It is impossible for them to agree to your application."

"Of course, if you really insist, I can try to recommend it for you, but there is a probability."

Thomson seemed to be considering the words at the end of the sentence. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the carriage, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, pointing to it and saying:

"Let me tell you this, if you can be admitted to Cambridge University, I will eat that ax on the spot!"

Finish speaking.

Thomson couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Now that I have said this, Xu Yun should not insist on his own ideas anymore, right?

But to his surprise.

Xu Yun on the opposite side didn't make any gestures, but put his hand deep into the inner pocket of his chest, took out something, and handed it to him:

"Mr. Thomson, look at this."

"?"

Thomson was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously took the things Xu Yun handed over.

This is a neatly folded letter paper, which looks ordinary, and even the envelope used as a protective casing cannot be seen.

Could it be a recommendation letter from a Dutch professor?

Or a check from a certain Bank of England, Xu Yun intends to use this to bribe himself?

With many questions.

Thomson spread out the letter, and subconsciously read the beginning of the letter:

"Mr. Fat Fish personally."

Thomson immediately stopped reading and blinked.

Fat fish?

Why does this name seem familiar?

Then Thomson twisted his shoulders, as if he wanted to expel the strange feeling, and continued to read:

"Mr. Fat Fish, five years have passed since you left without saying goodbye. Uncle William, Aunt and Lilani still miss you very much"

“.You left a letter on your stall saying you had met your family near Grantham Parish and left without paying for your meal.”

Thinking and thinking.

Thomson's voice was getting smaller and smaller, but his pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and his body gradually began to tremble.

After a while.

He looked like he was in the late stage of Parkinson's disease, even the letter paper in his hand was rustling.

However, Thomson did not notice any abnormalities in his body. He stared at Xu Yun firmly and asked word by word:

"Luo Feng, is this a letter from Lord Newton?"

Hear this statement.

Maxwell couldn't sit still:

"What, Sir Newton's personal letter?"

I saw him striding towards Thomson, with an expression on his face that wanted to grab it but was afraid of damaging the letter paper. In the end, he could only say weakly:

"Could I have a look, Mr. Thomson?"

See this scenario.

This time Xu Yun shrugged at the two of them, nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. Thomson, this is the letter Lord Newton wrote to Fat Fish back then, and it's true."

"I don't think it will be difficult to exchange this letter for a student quota at Cambridge University?"

That's right.

The confidence to support Xu Yun's choice of [difficult]-[extremely difficult] tasks comes from this Maverick's personal letter.

When Lao Su went to Wuzhou Mountain to visit his own grave, Xu Yun accidentally received a letter of help written by Maverick.

In the letter, Mavericks mentioned some problems to him, and Xu Yun wrote a reply letter based on those questions, and sent it back to Mavericks through Aperture.

The reply letter triggered a second change in Mavericks’ timeline, and finally directly led to the third dungeon. That is the special era background of the current dungeon.

At that time, the letter paper and pens that Xu Yun replied to were all brand new items provided by Halo—at that time, Halo also generated a table with Jiaran’s photo posted on it.

That is to say.

Throughout this process.

Maverick’s letter has remained in Xu Yun’s hands.

At the same time, after Xu Yun left the space, he and Hawking received the letter in the bag together with the invitation letter.

So after learning that the third copy is the Western world that started in the 16th century AD.

Xu Yun stuffed the letter together into his backpack, filling it with supplies for his departure.

Although in conventional history, the Mavericks did not actually write this letter.

But Xu Yun doesn't necessarily have to give it away in its entirety, does he?

If the opportunity is right.

He can cut out the parts that don't involve 'fat fish', and take some of them as letters from Mavericks and friends.

Mavericks' handwriting is very representative, and with enough fonts, it is easy to distinguish the authenticity from the fake. (For details, you can read this chapter in Chapter 23, which says that there is Maverick’s handwriting)

Cambridge University is the alma mater of the Mavericks. In the real world, the Mavericks have always been praised as the highest, even the tooth cups used by the Mavericks.

If this thing is handed over to Cambridge University, maybe you can get some unexpected returns.

Anyway, the height is just a piece of paper the size of a palm.

As a result, what Xu Yun did not expect was that .

What I traveled through was actually a timeline that had been changed twice. After receiving the reply letter from 'Fat Fish', Maverick really left a lot of theoretical wealth.

under such circumstances.

For Cambridge University, how valuable should the "root of all evil" card sent by Mavericks be?

without any exaggeration.

This thing is put in Wen Yunliu's novels, it is a proper treasure written by a sage, or it belongs to the "Dao Ji" at the moment of enlightenment!

In reality, it is also a national treasure-level historical relic.

For example, the animal heads in the Old Summer Palace, the Gaul Mona Lisa, the Egyptian Pharaoh's scepter, and the one across the sea. What about the one on the other side of the sea?

Oh forgot.

The two-hundred-year-old country has a barren history.

As for the fact that Maverick pretended to be a passer-by when he ‘clearly knew’ it, he could completely use the template of classmate Wheat’s pseudonym and explain it clearly in one sentence:

I didn’t know you two well at that time, so of course I didn’t dare to speak out about it.

all in all.

Such a Maverick’s personal letter, in this timeline, if you can’t even change your student qualifications at Cambridge University

The calf can really lift the coffin board—speaking of which, I don’t know if the calf in this timeline was cremated or buried?

However, the Mavericks' spirit in heaven can feel a little relieved that Thomson is obviously not a generation of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors.

I saw that he ignored Maimai's request to read the letter, and carefully folded the letter:

"Maxwell, I'm sorry, you are not qualified to touch items of this level, I can't promise you this matter."

Finish speaking.

He took out a few envelopes from the package in the carriage.

He first put the folded letter into one of the envelopes, and then continued to put the other envelope on it, and so on

Finally, Thomson nestled dolls four times before giving up, and then took out the small box containing alcohol—the one that directly cleaned Xu Yun's wound.

He took out all the contents in one go, and solemnly put the envelope into the box.

Finally, Thomson locked the box seriously and held it in his hands with a pious expression like holding a calf's urn.

Finish these.

He just looked at Xu Yun, with a rare smile on his face, and said:

"Luo Feng. No, Mr. Luo Feng, with this letter, I dare to promise you now."

"Even the most staid Professor Milton at Cambridge University will never raise any objections to your admission!"

"We will be alumni from now on, welcome to Cambridge University, Mr. Luo Feng!"

Xu Yun smiled and shook hands with him:

"It is my honor to be an alumnus with Mr. Thomson. Please take care of me in the future."

Thomson nodded, turned to Mai and said:

"In this case, Maxwell, let's hurry up and catch up with the full amount, what are you doing?"

I saw him opposite.

Maxwell held an ax in one hand, shaking it in front of Thomson, the expression on his face was as simple and honest as ever:

"Mr. Thomson, didn't you say that if Mr. Luo Feng can enter Cambridge University, you will eat this ax?"

"Come on, open your mouth."

Thomson: "."

Looking at Maxwell, who was rejected for reading the letter and was so blackened that he was trying to feed Thomson an axe, Xu Yun couldn't help but shudder:

Sure enough.

Fenmao is wrong, honest people are too scary to blacken

anyway.

If Thomson gnawed the axe, wouldn't he need to eat the axe again?

cough cough

After a few minutes.

The three of them stopped the farce and got back in the carriage.

Sharma snorted crisply, pulled the carriage and walked slowly in a certain direction.

And at the same time as Xu Yun and the others set off.

In an alley a hundred meters away from them.

A few men in patched coats were holding their arms, looking at the carriage going away with cold eyes.

After the carriage completely disappeared from sight.