[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

With a shake of his hand, Joey withdrew.

"..."

This feature is really useful.

On the bright side, she at least showed her attitude, which was obviously an accident caused by slippery hands.Joey consoled himself.

And most of the students haven't seen it yet.

As for that excellent senior... he is an adult, I believe he will politely pretend he didn't see anything.

"Hey, that's not right!" Monica's message came again.

"Now he is a teaching assistant in our class, and he is not allowed to fall in love with the students in the class!"

"But don't be sad, look for opportunities to cultivate relationships now, and rush after the semester is over!"

Joey: "..."

You think too much, I just replied to your message by mistake.

Under the dual effects of jet lag and the sequelae of social death, Joey tossed and turned anxiously all night.

The next day, she ushered in the first class of the new semester with her two giant panda eyes. After class, the teaching assistant gave them the first group class.

The seniors who are already old fritters sit crookedly in the swivel chairs in the small classroom, chatting with their neighbors.But when a slender figure in a white shirt and blue tie appeared at the door, everyone sat up straight in unison.

Among all the people, only Joey is on pins and needles.

Well, the hour of judgment has finally come.Hopefully he won't ask their names.

She took a deep breath, raised her head—

Then he met a pair of familiar blue eyes.

Wait, isn't this the little curly-haired brother who paid for the ice cream for her!

Joey petrified in place.

She watched blankly as the senior put down the folder and computer, and turned on the projection screen.

"Let's get started." He adjusted his tie, succinctly.

From this sentence, the senior became serious and indifferent.

It was completely different from the gentleness when I bought her ice cream yesterday.

Everyone quickly entered the state, and Joey was silently relieved.The senior didn't seem to recognize her, nor had he seen any strange news - at least he pretended to be.

Sure enough, adults understand the rules of the world.

Antonio succinctly introduced the course plan for this semester, as well as several time points during the semester when the design is required to be submitted.

"Everyone's designs have been received, and I will give feedback in a week."

One of the course requirements for this course, when open for fall semester course selection, is to submit a design before the first class.

"Any question?"

After looking around, Antonio closed his laptop and got up without hesitation: "Then let's stop here today. If necessary, you can send me an email to make an appointment."

Joey thought silently, but you clearly had a "don't come to me" expression on your face.

Professors and teaching assistants have a fixed interview time every week, and students can visit them during this time period, or make an appointment for another time.

"It can only be said that geniuses have tempers." Monica sighed as she walked beside Joey.

There is no dividing line between the buildings on the campus and the urban area. They walked among the scattered buildings of beige and ocher, and could vaguely hear the melodious music from La Rambla in the distance.

"By the way, I heard that Rose Milk Tea Shop is celebrating the 140th anniversary of its establishment. Any purchase will give you a special commemorative rose milk tea, limited to 1450 cups! Let's go, I invite you!"

Monica took Joey and walked over there.

Joey thought to himself, wouldn't that be a long queue?

She hates queuing the most.

But she couldn't refuse, so she had to follow Monica to La Rambla.

Several universities in Barcelona are gathered in this area. The teaching buildings of the University of Barcelona and the Polytechnic University of Catalonia are surrounded by green trees and mixed in a neighborhood full of life and art.

They passed the Faculty of Science building of the University of Barcelona, ​​and a row of statues of outstanding alumni stood beside the flower bed downstairs.

Joy glanced at the first statue, an elegant female statue with deep-set eyes.

The introduction reads: "Marie Curie, who won the Joy Prize in Physics and Chemistry, is the first female Joy Prize winner and the only three-time winner."

...Joy Award?

Is it Princess Rose again?

The question is, isn't it a Nobel Prize?

Unspeakable strange impressions flooded out of my mind, and the disordered memory came again.

This time, the impression related to Princess Rose seems to be more clear than yesterday.

Joey frowned, as if there was such a thing—the Princess Rose later used her wealth to set up the Joy Award Foundation, which is selected by the awards committee every year.

Most of the awards are concentrated in the field of basic subjects, and there are mathematics awards, physics awards, chemistry awards, physiology or medicine awards, economics awards, and literature or art awards.

All awards given by the committee are called "Joy Awards," with two exceptions.

One is the "Gaudi Architecture Award", which is easy to understand.

The other is "Nobel □" - Nobel, the winner of the Joy Prize in Chemistry in 1887, made a will to donate the prize money to the Joy Prize Committee before his death, and hopes to add this prize

It is said that at that time, Princess Rose had reservations about increasing the number, but finally decided to accept this huge donation and respect Nobel's last wish to establish a number.

Since then, the already generous amount of bonuses has become even more astonishing.

There is also an anecdote recorded under the introduction of Marie Curie.

It is said that she met her husband, Pierre Curie from the Paris Institute of Physics and Chemical Engineering, at an academic seminar held by Princess Rose.

Also at that symposium, Princess Rose’s opening speech was very brief, but she announced a decision that would have a far-reaching impact on future generations—she would set up a foundation to fund nuclear radiation research.

At that time, even the research of nuclear physics had just started, and scholars could not help feeling that she was making a big deal out of a molehill - but under the temptation of money, research on injury prevention developed at an astonishing speed, almost at the same pace as nuclear physics itself.

It was not until many years later, when people really understood the huge damage of nuclear radiation from the physiological level, that they came back to lament the foresight of Princess Rose.

It is precisely because of this research that those scientists who first devoted themselves to nuclear physics research were able to live to their old age like ordinary people, and they also devoted their entire lives to the scientific cause of mankind.

Monica and Joey walked on, passing the Academy of Arts again.

The Art Institute of the University of Barcelona was formerly known as the Lonja Academy of Fine Arts, which has always been known for its bold and rebellious avant-garde art.

Joey immediately saw a statue of a bearded man smoking a pipe-it turned out to be Van Gogh.

Now, she has been mentally prepared for all memory contradictions, and she can say to herself without changing her face: Look, there is another one.

"Joy, don't you think the cross-border friendship of these celebrities is particularly magical?" Monica poked her, "like Van Gogh and Marie Curie."

"..." Joey still couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It's amazing."

The two actually knew each other.

Not only do we know each other, but we have a very good relationship.

After Marie Curie won the Joy Prize in Physics for the first time, Van Gogh said solemnly to the swarming reporters: "Yes, yes, I discussed physics with the Joy Prize winner! She learned to draw or I taught..."

"What, you said she can't draw?"

"That's right! I didn't teach it in the end-after all, I have never seen such a stupid student!"

The reporters roared with laughter.

It is said that when this word reached the ears of the always serious female scientist, she couldn't help laughing.

Next to the statue of Van Gogh is Picasso.

It would fit in with her memory from out of nowhere, Joy thought.

Their appearance seemed to turn on a certain magical switch suddenly, and more memories of people related to Princess Rose flooded into Joey's mind——

Not just these two painters, but the whole school of Impressionism.

Monet, Pissarro, Cézanne, Morisot... Almost everyone has painted the Rose Princess.

It is said that the princess politely rejected Picasso's portrait on the grounds that she was "not three-dimensional enough".

At that time, the famous violinist Sarasate dedicated several pieces to Princess Rose, and Bizet, the composer who wrote the masterpiece "Carmen", even wrote an opera "Princess Rose".

There is only one last block left on Las Ramblas.Next to it is the law school building.

Joey looked at the statues one by one with great interest, but he couldn't help but pause when he got here——

Looking around, the statues here are all women.

Belem León, Spain's first female justice.

Olanpu Batllo, the earliest feminist activist, devoted his life to advancing the real "equality before the law".

Although she had no children, she influenced countless girls in later generations-including Justice Leon.

The next two statues both wear crowns.

One is Queen Mercedes, the wife of Alfonso XII. She vigorously developed education at the end of the nineteenth century. The reform and adjustment of the University of Barcelona benefited from this change.

The other, and the last statue on the whole street, is that of Princess Rose.

Joey's heart suddenly missed a beat.

Right in front of her, the girl wearing the crown had a smooth forehead, a peaceful smile, and slightly lowered eyes with gentle curves, as if she was staring at her quietly.

With a young face and a slightly thin figure, it is difficult to associate her with so many amazing achievements.

"Monica," Joey blurted out, "do you think Princess Rose is time-traveled?"

"...Huh?" Monica was shocked when she saw the long queue on La Rambla, "Traveling? Hahaha, I think so too! It's just a bug in history."

Just then, Joey's cell phone rang.

A strange phone call.

She hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

A deep and calm voice came from the phone, but it was a bolt from the blue.

"Joey, there is a problem with the design you submitted. Come to my office and talk - now, or before class tomorrow."

Joey's eyes widened in horror.

When she hung up the phone with staring eyes, Monica asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Joey took a few deep breaths, and grabbed her arm without tears: "Monica, I think I'm being targeted!"

She only said that she would give feedback in a week in class, but her failure came too soon!

When she said the teaching assistant's words, Monica swallowed immediately.

She looked at her with heavy eyes and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

"You're just being targeted. Good luck."

Well, the milk tea is soaked.

Of course, Joey couldn't just wait one day in fear, she chose to die early and be reborn early.

Already offended this non-human senior, no matter what, she also wants to use her positive attitude to earn more points, doesn't she?

When she tremblingly walked into the bright and clean office of the Department of Architecture building, the senior was facing her with his back, busy with his hands on the table, and a pair of butterfly bones were outlined in his thin white shirt.

The shirt was tucked into the trousers casually, and the thin waist was smooth and powerful.

Joy was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the high-density picture that Monica sent her last night.I have to say, his waist is really thin.

Probably have abs?

She blushed.

sin sin!

She reacted and quickly dispelled the evil thoughts in her heart.

What are you thinking, this is a teaching assistant, the boss who holds the power over your students this semester.

"Are you here?" The boss turned his head, his brows and eyes were cold, "Come here."

Joey shrank his neck and walked over with one hand and one foot.

In fact, she originally wanted to ask a lot - did he know her before?Otherwise why would he help her?And, is he avenging his personal revenge for her slip of the tongue last night...

It's a pity she didn't dare.

Joey's mind was messed up, but Antonio was very serious: "Joy, come and see the design you made yourself."

Joy's design theme is the Barcelona Aquarium.

She used the classic dark blue and silver-gray tones, and added many glass structures in the design, which fits the mysterious and dreamy beauty of the ocean, and has low energy consumption, which is in line with the current mainstream of green and environmentally friendly design.

At least she thought it was a pretty good design.

But Antonio was merciless when he opened his mouth.

"When you were designing, did you ever think about why the aquarium is located in Barcelona?"

"?" Joey was taken aback.

She stammered and replied: "Isn't this what the homework requires..."

The assignment was to design a public building in Barcelona.

Antonio:"……"

He sighed resignedly.

"Even if it's just an assignment, it's your own design. Beauty and innovation are great, but there must be logic."

Joey shrank his neck and nodded.

She grasped one point - the teaching assistant thought her design was beautiful and innovative.

"Architecture is not an object that appears out of thin air, it is an integral part of the surrounding environment."

As Antonio spoke, he held his notebook in front of them and opened a topographic map of Barcelona Bay.

"The aquarium is a very special building, completely different from the most common residential projects. Barcelona is a city with a harbor. If you want to build an aquarium with a huge area, have you considered using the natural hydrological conditions and geography? environment?"

Ah——Joy suddenly realized.

To put it bluntly, the aquarium is built along the sea.

Antonio woke her up immediately: "But the terrain of the harbor is complicated, and there are many other factors such as shipping."

"Have you ever investigated the topography of the harbor, where large buildings can be built, and where the biome is well protected? Have you investigated similar designs, such as the Monterey Bay Aquarium in the United States?"

Joey fell silent guiltily.

"These are problems, but they are not fatal." Antonio's tone was a little harsher, "But what do you think about the large-scale use of glass lighting design?"

"Do you know the different settlements of marine life? A large number of creatures in the deep sea live in low-light or even no-light environments for a long time. Have you considered the distribution ratio in the planning of the functional area of ​​​​the aquarium? Which areas display offshore life? Which areas are deep-sea creatures—have you done any research?"

He knocked on the table coldly: "There is a problem with your attitude towards this design. Take it back and start over."

Joey was so ashamed of being questioned, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

She was extremely wronged——

The most terrible thing is that if she is wrong, she can still refute.

But because he knew he was right, he had nothing to say, so he was ashamed, annoyed and wronged.

"...It's just an assignment, and I don't really know how to build it." Joey couldn't help but whispered.There is already an aquarium in Barcelona, ​​she is just a conceptual design.

"As for the light-transmitting design," she retorted without confidence, "the homework is about the whole, and there is no requirement for detailed interior design. And I am paying tribute to Gaudí's design concept... light is the most beautiful in this building part."

Antonio seemed to be annoyed: "He said so many design concepts, and you just picked the one that shouldn't be used here? He used light in the design of the church. Do you want to set up a Christ in the shark hall?" cross?"

Joey was aggrieved and silent.

"What's more, his design is not a universal textbook." Antonio's tone was casual, "Although there were some breakthroughs at the time, but now it seems that some techniques are not mature enough, and the details in many places are a bit immature."

Joey didn't like to hear that.

To be honest, even if the seniors are extremely smart and got their Ph. D.s before their peers graduated from undergraduates, is it really good to criticize the designs of outstanding seniors so unceremoniously?

To put it bluntly, it is like a smart elementary school student who skipped a grade saying that Einstein's physical theory is not mature enough.

...But she dared not say it, she was cowardly.

Joey could only mutter in a low voice: "Antonio, you have only studied architecture for a few years...how can you evaluate the master's works like this."

Antonio clasped his hands on his chest and shook his head calmly: "Anyone's design has flaws, not to mention his design has been in existence for more than 100 years. What the architecture preserves is only the architect's inspiration at that moment, while civilization and beauty are always developing. "

Joey shut up.

All right, you've finished the reasoning.

Silence for a while.

At this time, Antonio suddenly raised his eyebrows, his expression softened a bit.

"...you like him very much?"

Joey snorted inwardly.

An inexplicable sense of self-esteem welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"Yeah." She raised her eyes and looked into his eyes, a little happy because of the sudden provocation: "I love Gaudi!"

This of course means loving his works and talents, and there is no ambiguity in this context.

The next moment, she was taken aback.

—Antonio, why are your ears red?

The author has something to say: Antonio: Sudden, suddenly being teased...

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