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  “.”

  Hearing these words from behind, Xu Yun, who was still walking out, was stunned.

   Next second.

  A burst of anger suddenly rose from his heart.

be honest.

  With the experience of being a human being in two lives, Xu Yun's thinking may be active because of his young body, but his concentration is always much higher than that of his peers.

  Even if Nutrien company issued a ban before, refusing to provide Huadun Biotech with the FOERDA-T632 sequence production line, he only felt a little depressed, but he was not so angry that he lost his composure.

   But this time.

  Xu Yun couldn't bear it anymore.

   He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked step by step in front of the speaker—that is, the golden-haired middle-aged man:

   "Sir, may I ask your honorable name?"

   "Aha?"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man originally thought that Xu Yun was planning to do something to him, but he was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and subconsciously said:

   "Harvey Clement."

   "British?"

   "Exactly."

   "How much will you be charged?"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man was a little down this time, and a question mark appeared on his face:

   "?"

   "Don't understand?"

  Xu Yun touched his chin and murmured:

   "That's strange, the British can't understand the neon language, so why do they bark like dogs?"

  For a middle-aged golden retriever to become a member of the Apostle Club, his IQ is naturally not low, so he understood what Xu Yun meant on the spot.

  I saw his face suddenly darken, and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes:

   "Are you calling me? You know"

  However, one step ahead of him, Xu Yun said:

   "You want to say 'you know who I am,' don't you?"

   Seeing his words being rushed to answer, the golden-haired middle-aged man was taken aback again, and his face turned red immediately:

"Who"

  Xu Yun was one step ahead of him again and said:

   "Who gave you the qualification to let you speak?"

"Low"

   "Lowly Easterner—is that the only adjective you can use to criticize people? It's a miracle that you can keep a page in your household registration book in Zaan."

"I"

   This time.

  Looking at the blond middle-aged man who only uttered one syllable and then stopped talking, Xu Yun looked at him for two seconds and spread his hands together:

   "What do you mean, I won't guess this time, you don't need to cooperate with me."

"I am going to kill you!"

  Under shame and anger.

  The blond-haired middle-aged man roared with red eyes, and swung his fist at Xu Yun.

   Xu Yun, who had been prepared for a long time, turned his body slightly to one side, raised his knees and pushed the middle-aged man's abdomen.

   "Whoa!"

  The middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground clutching his stomach, and kept regurgitating the filth.

  See this scenario.

  Many members of the Apostle Club couldn't sit still, and stood up from their seats one after another.

   Some of them came to the blond middle-aged man with concern, while others glared at Xu Yun and cursed certain words in their mouths.

   "Bold!"

   "Mr. Clement, are you okay?"

   "Get a broom and a rag!"

   "Where is the security guard, where is the security guard?"

   Facing the reprimand of these members, Xu Yun didn't take it seriously. He turned his head and set his sights on Tennyson:

   "Mr. Tennyson, do you also feel that this is my problem?"

  Tennyson glanced at Xu Yun, then at the blond middle-aged man lying on the ground, and the members of the Apostolic Society surrounding him.

   After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh.

it is more than words.

  Looking at the tired Tennyson between his brows, Xu Yun couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

  When Tennyson and others established the Apostolic Society, the purpose was actually very, very pure:

  Not involved in politics, not asking for money, not ranking high or low, just to let everyone have a secret base where they can chat about dreams and literature.

  But when the first member of the Apostolic Society entered the political arena, this society was destined to undergo some irreversible changes:

   Its political value is simply too high.

   Now nearly thirty years have passed.

  Tennyson is still the same Tennyson, but some people are no longer those pure-minded members.

  Although Tennyson's status is still lofty, when faced with demands from so many political circles, his so-called 'founder' identity can't go against the big forces.

  Literature and science can beat politics from the perspective of human contribution, but when the three are compared horizontally, literature and science are completely worthless in front of politics.

Of course.

  The truth is the truth.

  No matter how much Xu Yun sympathized with Tennyson, he was still somewhat disappointed in his treatment of the Apostles Society.

   Actually.

  What Xu Yun didn't know was.

  What the blond middle-aged man said was actually the real history that happened in the real timeline.

  The protagonist of the story is called Su Bencho.

   is also the first Chinese student in the history of Cambridge University that was introduced before.

  Su Bencho was admitted to St. John’s College, Cambridge University in 1892. At a school assembly in 1896, a member of the Apostolic Society named Clifford McKay said this sentence to him.

  Su Bencho recorded this incident in his diary. After returning to China, he founded Minli Modu Middle School and devoted himself to the education field.

  In his life, he and his elder brother Su Benyan founded six ordinary middle schools and two girls' middle schools.

  It's a pity that Su Bencho died of illness in 1948, and he couldn't really see the rising sun.

   What happened to Su Bencho happened to Xu Yun, maybe this is the inertia of history

   While Xu Yun was talking with Tennyson, the blond man on the ground came back to his senses.

   He gritted his teeth and rubbed his belly, standing up tremblingly.

  The face no longer had the elegant look before, and stared fiercely at Xu Yun:

   "Low. Lowly oriental, even my grandfather never hit me."

  Xu Yun glanced at the golden-haired middle-aged man with villain labels all over his body, thought for a moment, and calmly moved several ceramic plates to his hand.

  Although there is still a tradition of duels in Britain these days, and the number of people who die in duels in England alone exceeds 300 people in a year, but duels also need to pay attention to basic rules.

  For example, in addition to judicial duels, both parties in ordinary duels must have certain identities.

  "Foreigners" like Xu Yun can only accept duels, but cannot apply for duels.

   Also differs, for example, from medieval judicial duels using swords.

  The life-and-death duels these days are all guns, and the method is actually not much different from the duels of western cowboys.

  Although Xu Yun is from 2022, when it comes to playing real guns, he may not be sure that he can beat the middle-aged golden retriever.

  Like those sand sculpture readers in Xu Yunqun in later generations.

   You may not know anything about how to chase girls, but when you mention Yuanshen Pesticide, everyone gets excited

   I don’t really understand you two-dimensional .JPG.

"damn it"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man didn't notice Xu Yun's small movements, and was still cursing himself. Under Xu Yun's multiple critical attacks, he seemed a little out of control:

   "If you have the ability, you can kill me with a gun. You kill me? Orientals, do you dare?"

"One day I will set foot on your hometown and bring you oriental **** together with those Scottish bastards." Clement's original words, except that he originally said Northern Irish offal)

  The voice did not fall.

  Xu Yun felt that his hand was empty.

   When he came back to realize what happened.

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   There was only a crisp impact sound, and a ceramic disc exploded directly on the golden-haired middle-aged man's head into pieces.

  See this scenario.

   While Xu Yun was surprised, an inexplicable thought popped up in his heart:

  Looking at the quality of this porcelain plate, it is obviously not madeinChina.

  Porcelain plates made in later generations may be shattered on the ground, but they will not fall apart if you hit your head.

   Then he moved his eyes to the left, locking onto the .

  Old soup.

  At this time, Lao Tang's chest was heaving violently, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his tone was full of anger:

   "Just say it again if you have the guts, don't think I don't know what the forces behind you did not long ago, Harvey Clement!"

   "hiss"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man covered his forehead with his left hand, licked the blood left by the wound with his tongue, and his eyes were almost malicious:

   "Very well, Thomson, you are doing well."

  Then he turned his head suddenly, looked at Tennyson, who was above him, and asked:

   "Alfred, according to the rules of the society, how should the current members of the Apostolic Society attack the third president?"

  Hearing these words, Old Tang's friend Stanley suddenly became anxious, stood up suddenly, and refuted:

   "Mr. Clement, you insulted Scotland and the Eastern Continent first. This is racial discrimination and personal attack!"

"Personal attacks?"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man gave a disdainful laugh, reached out and patted the table, and five bright red fingerprints immediately soaked the white tablecloth:

   "I'm just expressing my views on current affairs. May I ask Mr. Stanley, which article of British law stipulates that members of the House of Commons cannot comment on international issues?"

   "Besides, if you're upset, you can all curse back."

   "Alfred, I think we should turn our attention back to what to do with this"

   While the golden-haired middle-aged man was rambling on, Lao Tang suddenly said:

   "Mr. Tennyson, I apply to withdraw from the Apostolic Society."

  “.”

  In an instant.

  A needle can be heard at the dinner party.

  Tennyson was also a little surprised by Lao Tang's reaction, and quickly persuaded:

   "Student Thomson, you don't have to be like this. Although the Apostle Club has established rules for conflicts among members, as long as."

  Old Tang sneered when he heard the words, and continued:

   "As long as I apologize to him and write an apology and read it at the next party, I will be forgiven, right?"

   As he spoke, he looked at the golden-haired middle-aged man, and spat lightly:

   "Sorry, for this kind of villain, my bottom line doesn't allow me to apologize to him—Anyway, Clement, didn't you always want to kick me out of the Apostolic Society? Now you have your wish."

   Then he looked around, greeted several friends slightly, and said loudly:

   "Students and seniors, I, William Thomson, hereby formally withdraw from the Apostles Club and bid farewell!"

   After speaking, he walked to Xu Yun's side and patted him on the shoulder.

   He led him to the door without hesitation.

  The golden-haired middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Lao Tang's reaction to be so violent, but soon, a wave of joy filled his heart.

  He bent down pretending that the wound pain was recurring, and whispered secretly:

   "Get out, you two bastards. Ah!"

  The middle-aged golden-haired man was talking, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the sole of his left foot.

   Before he could observe the situation, a voice of apology sounded in his ear:

   "Sorry Mr. Clement, I didn't mean to step on you"

  The golden-haired middle-aged man looked up, and laughed a few times when he saw the person who made the sound:

   "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, as long as it wasn't intentional."

  The other party smiled gratefully, and continued:

   "By the way, Mr. Clement, there are two things I want to tell you."

  Thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, the expression of the middle-aged golden-haired man suddenly became more solemn:

"What's up?"

   "The first thing is... I also decided to quit the Apostles Club."

   "?!"

  Hearing what the visitor said, the expression of the middle-aged golden-haired man froze immediately.

   Then without waiting for him to think carefully, the other party said again:

   "As for the second thing"

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   There was another crisp sound of the porcelain plate cracking.

  Amid the astonished eyes of everyone, Avelyn clapped her hands lightly:

   "I did it on purpose this time, Mr. Clement."

Note:

  It’s almost time to rest, and I will officially start working as a donkey tomorrow. I don’t know how much I can exchange for this month. In short, I will deposit until the end of the month and then settle the accounts together.

  Thanks to Situ Tang, Xcaliper, and Huowu Chifeng for their rewards!

  At present, there are 18 debts in total, and a chapter of 6,000 words, that is, a total of 18,000 words for the third update of a leader. The leader who will start rewarding next month will add 9,000 words. Look at the little eyes I hinted at 0.0