Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

If you say ten shifts, ten shifts will be ten shifts, and stone shifts will be rock shifts. There is no way to race!

Chapter 121 Chapter 4 My hand passing through your black hair——tsk, it's so numbing

"In the field of Eastern philosophy, for the seven elements that make up things, the sun, the moon, and the five elements, in fact, if you want to trace the source, I still agree with the concept of the seven stars."

Under the light, the leisurely teenager is writing a letter.

He has two foreign pen pals, one in the UK and one in North America. Although he doesn't know the specifics, it can be deduced from the words between the lines that both of them are girls.

He is now replying to a pen pal in England.

To be honest, most of the people who still pay attention to making friends with pens in this era are antiques. Although the young man is also an antique in thinking, his living habits are more or less modern.

The reason why it is so troublesome to write a letter is naturally because the other party seems to know nothing about the phone and SNS.

Speaking of British pen pals, it should be a second-year-old who is interested in so-called magic-this word is actually the most suitable to describe American pen pals, and Miss Norley Ji in the UK is only interested in the field of eastern philosophical speculation.

"Yao, the original meaning is sunlight, and later called the sun, the moon, and the stars as Yao, which can be understood as bright celestial bodies. In Western culture, especially in many books about constellations, it is often mentioned that Westerners associate it with mythology. At that time, the Easterners named them according to the characteristics of these stars and the time rules of their appearance..."

He carefully read the thin letter from his pen pal, which was densely covered with some English.

And the usage of words is extremely ancient.

Frowning, he read softly: "As for what you said Qiyao just refers to seven kinds of stars, I hold a negative attitude..."

so direct?

Straightforward woman...

"In a literature excavation 200 years ago, medieval European scholars had already discovered the definition of Qiyao in Nordic script. I remember a passage saying: From the creation era, there have been seven elements in the world, respectively. It is the white light element, the blue wind element, the red fire element, the yellow earth element, the blue water element, the purple thunder element, and the black dark element. If the seven planets are taken together, the seven elements correspond to the seven planets, so what do you think about the earth and the sun?"

Zhen Xun frowned slightly, and quickly read the content on the paper, his brows became more and more furrowed, his thin lips curled up, and he choked out a sentence for a while: "Why is this woman messing around?"

"If it is said that the earth is actually a star formed by synthesizing the seven elements, all of these are reasonable, but this is nonsense. Ms. Noreki, who is knowledgeable and likes to explore the mysteries, please pay attention to reality and history. I don't deny it. The uniqueness of Nordic civilization, I have heard the legends about Odin and Gungnir..."

Yasaka Mahiro, who is also well-known and memorized, does not believe a word of the myths of various civilizations, but it does not prevent him from feeling the unrestrained imagination and beautiful diction of the ancients.

"But please also pay attention, reality is reality. After thousands of years of slow development of farming civilization, human beings have entered the industrial age and electrical age in a short period of 100 years, and now they are getting wider and wider in the information field. , but in this short period of 100 years, a miracle that has never appeared in Norse mythology or Greek mythology has been accomplished!"

"We can boldly imagine that in the near future, maybe a few decades later, will human beings be about to enter the interstellar age? Can we use a more intuitive vision to explore the magic civilization that you are fascinated by..."

Putting down the pen, blowing on the paper, and nodding in satisfaction, in this era of rapid scientific development, it seems boring and uninteresting to explore the truth of the mysterious side like them.

Because even if those myths do exist, those so-called magics, so what?

In the final analysis, it is just that the development direction of civilization is different, and there is nothing worth studying.

He was just about to put the written reply in an envelope when he suddenly thought of something and picked up the pen again.

"I heard that the scenery in Europe is very good. This summer, I may travel to Europe. If it is convenient, I hope to meet you. I really admire your wisdom and knowledge. If I am lucky, I hope to see it." The great library you so often mention."

After flattering him, he lay lazily on the bed, and casually opened the second letter. This is the recent life reflection of an American pen pal...

When he read the letter just now, he was serious and kept his eyes straight, but now he opened the letter casually on the bed—not because of the difference in treatment, but because the former’s arguments are very serious, and the writing is extremely elegant and the words are very particular, so he is also very careful. pay attention to.

Now this...

Mostly it's about that guy's trivial life, trivial thoughts and so on, and there are probably a lot of wrong sentences, which are very careless, so he doesn't need to pay attention to them.

………………

"Russia?"

At a certain time in the late spring, Zhenxun looked at the girl next to him in surprise: "Are you going to Moscow to participate in the youth physics academic exchange meeting on behalf of the Japanese students?"

Just this morning, Misaka Mikoto, a childhood sweetheart, told him about this matter with a troubled expression on her face.

"Well, I only found out last night."

After weighing it in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth: "Then go, I'm just worried about whether you will be under pressure."

"what?"

The girl was full of vitality, and her short brown hair swayed with a youthful atmosphere.

Her eyes don't care, she doesn't care about such things: "Why am I stressed?"

Zhenxun laughed even more weirdly: "Because Miqin is good at physics, she was chosen as a student representative. Going to Russia is also a symbol of a country's face. I'm afraid you will feel pressure in your heart."

"Come on!"

The girl chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder: "It's obvious that your physics is better than mine, but you end up three points behind me every time. What's this called?"

The cute smiling girl tapped her finger on Xiaoqiao's chin: "It's called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right?"

"It's just a matter of learning well, but I've never been interested in physics. Things like grades are not important."

The late spring wind blows off some of the late cherry blossoms, and the soft but elegant petals float in and land on Mikoto's tea hair.

"Yes, yes, Zhenxun, you just don't want to show off. Besides, I'm just a student in the student delegation. With so many people, I don't feel pressured."

The girl didn't realize it, she was wondering what would happen in Russia?

I heard that it was very cold there, and many people believed that the biggest reason why Napoleon and Hitler failed was not the Russians, but the coldness in Russia, which is why this exchange meeting was held during the summer vacation.

I heard that you can also take a look at the polar bears. Would you like to bring some nesting dolls back to give to this guy.

The girl who was thinking about her thoughts didn't notice that the boy beside her was looking at her more and more tenderly.

When she regained her senses, a hand suddenly reached out to her temple...

There, there is a pink-white late cherry blossom.

Chapter 122 Chapter 5 Don't talk, I'll change a pair of long johns first

Yasaka Mahiro doesn't have many friends in this class, except for his childhood sweetheart, Mikoto, and the legendary cousin Sanae.

He is not ugly, it can be said that his appearance is not low, his hair is not the color dyed by unscrupulous youths, he is not the most disgusting otaku of middle school girls, and he is not a scumbag with a bad reputation.

He is quiet and gentle, likes to study, his grades are not bad, and his family background is not very bad. Although he is an orphan, he has never seen how shabby he is.

But the strange thing is that both boys and girls are a little afraid of him.

The emotion came out of nowhere, but it was very real.

It seems to be the boundless majesty that has suppressed all races and gods since ancient times. Even if it is only a tiny bit now, it will exert psychological pressure on ordinary people.

This morning, they didn't care about the psychological pressure and anxiety, and collectively booed.

"Wow--"

"Hey hey hey—"

"Tsk tsk-"

The ambiguity between boys and girls is the thing that ignites them the most. Whether it is a boy or a girl, they all look at the boy who seems to be stroking Mikoto's cheek.

Eyes are complicated.

Although they all knew that the relationship between these two people was very good, they never expected that on this ordinary morning, the usually taciturn boy would suddenly make such an astonishing move.

Dongfenggu Sanae rested her chin on her right hand, narrowed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"That's great, the relationship between two people."

"Brother likes Miqin, I already knew..."

"So, what is liking?"

The gentle girl with green hair asked herself in her heart, she was asking herself, did she also like that boy?

There was still a little distance between the fingers and her cheeks, but they could already feel the warmth of each other. In the sunlight that came in along with the cherry blossom petals, her black and white eyes reflected her nervous and bewildered expression for a moment.

A sentence that I don't know when I read it appeared in Yasaka Mahiro's mind.

"If you met a girl when you were a teenager, she was obviously very beautiful, but you didn't want to peek at her body at all, let alone fantasize about things related to lust in your mind, it proves that you like her, and It's the kind of real liking."

(from "Jia Ke")

Zhenxun heard those booing and whispering, looked at the girl again, his heart was moistened, and he gently picked up the petal of evening cherry blossoms hanging on her hair with his fingers, and smiled softly: "Meiqin, why are your ears so soft? famous?"

………………

Today is the weekend, and Misaka Mikoto is preparing some materials that may be useful at home. To be honest, although she has no pressure on her lips, she is actually holding back her energy secretly.

There will definitely be debates between representatives of various countries at the Russian Physics Exchange Conference, so the girls are taking their free time to prepare.

Zhenxun is very leisurely today.

In the past, on weekends, I usually slept at home until noon, and then was forcibly dragged out of bed by the girl next door, and the two of them went outside to play for an afternoon, or to say that they had nothing to do all afternoon.

Just as he was talking about being able to lie down at home for a day today, Sanae called him and had to take some bacon and sausages made last winter and go out.

Today is the time to appreciate the Yae cherry blossoms, if you don't go, you will have no chance.

Sanae's house is not far away, and it takes half an hour to walk to the hillside where the shrine is located.

The weather was fine and it was time for lunch.

Under the clean and clear blue sky, there is a purple-red cherry blossom forest. There are already many people spreading tablecloths here, enjoying the cherry blossoms while drinking, so leisurely.

Because the shrine on the hillside is not open today, people are looking for places to sit elsewhere.

Although I think the area behind the shrine is the most beautiful Yae Sakura, but the Japanese who are more casual in this respect don't care.

"Big brother, big brother!"

On the path leading to the shrine, the young man raised his head, his broken black hair glaring slightly under the bright sun, under the shade of a tree, in front of the lacquered red gate, a girl who was a little different from the past was waving.

Sanae is not wearing a school uniform today, although she is still a gentle girl, but if you look closely, you will notice the difference.

Long green hair, waist-length, the hair on the left side was tied up in a bunch by the unique headgear, hanging in front of her body.

The blouse with blue trim on a white background and the blue skirt with patterns of water drops and royal coins, the hair on the chest blown down by plain hands in the wind.