Today is also bald for Ke Xue at the winery

Asama walked out of the theater in a bad mood.

The music of "Miss Saigon" is very nice, and the singing voices of the actors are also very beautiful, but its plot made Miya Asama who just left Annan feel like she was on pins and needles.

Is the love between a female branch girl and a prostitute really commendable?

In particular, this is a tribute to the "love" tragedy between the invader and the victim.

Are you sure it's not the rabbit and the wolf dancing a face-to-face dance that is destined to "break up"?

Mine Asama curled her lips: She still thinks Mrs. Du in "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Box in Anger" is more lively and lovely.

Taking a deep breath of the air outside the theater, she found herself being watched by passers-by, and Asama's mood became even worse.

"Tsk, white arrogance."

Who spoke her heart?

Yane Asama turned her head and saw Toru Amuro standing behind her with folded arms and sneered.

"Amuro, you also hate "Miss Saigon"?"

Toru Amuro said contemptuously: "No one likes this kind of thing except the white master."

"Miss Saigon" is a musical drama adapted from "Madame Butterfly". between.

Whether it is "Miss Saigon" or "Madame Butterfly", it is a complete tragedy that happened to Asian women.

The heroines of these two dramas both condense the shadow of the defeated country, and are both regarded as playthings by the soldiers who have embodied the invading country.

As an islander, Toru Amuro is not interested in "Miss Saigon", which originated from "Madame Butterfly", which is perfectly normal.

Yane Asama mocked naturally: "The isolationism of the beautiful country has never disappeared, but it is just a disguise of looking down on people. They have used Nietzsche's 'I am the sun' very skillfully."

Toru Amuro agrees: "It is only a superficially civilized country, but in fact it is a master of mischief."

Asama Yami nodded in agreement: "A veritable country of robbers, they always issue human rights white papers to criticize others. In fact, they haven't even abolished child labor and slavery in their own country. I don't know where the self-confidence comes from accusing others."

Toru Amuro said that Pretty Country feels good about herself.

Yane Asama said that was its normal behavior. After all, the dung beetle also thinks its dung ball is the most beautiful in the world, but everyone knows what it is pushing in its hand.

The two of you talked to each other, happily communicating about how much the beautiful country hates.

"In this drama, it's not so much that people who participated in the war have a bad end, it's better to say that outsiders who have worked for the beautiful country have a bad end." Toru Amuro said disdainfully, "The producer dared to write such a little content."

Even if the producer told the media [-] times that the central idea of ​​the play is anti-war, what the crowds want to see is the story of soldiers from the victorious country taking advantage of the beauties of the defeated country.

The self-reflection of the white master is full of mentally handicapped wishful thinking.

Asama Yane also rolled her eyes and said: "The anti-war dramas flattered the beautiful country instead. The producer really dared to think and fight. I bet that although it became popular very quickly, at most 20 In [-], it will roll off the world stage." Only dare to make fun of the tragedy of a small country with a vague attitude, this stuff is definitely far worse than "Cats" and "Oliver Twist".

Zhu Xingda glanced at the two of them from the rearview mirror, and silently refused to join this childish discussion.

Lu Chuanguang didn't want to be caught between the two arguing, and replaced words with a smile, successfully dodging all the answers to death.

As they got out of the car, the two finally agreed on how annoying Miss Saigon was: It was a musical that looked beautiful but sounded awful.

While waiting for Midorikawa to open the door, Yane Asama looked at the shiny blond hair of the black-skinned young man under the street lamp, guessing that there might be a deeper reason why he hates the beautiful country.

Before going upstairs, Zhu Xing asked Asama Yane: "How long do you plan to stay in France?"

Of course, it is best to stay until the problem of digitization of the soul is solved.

Asama Yane thought of mathematics, and couldn't help but become depressed.

"I don't know. I thought we could go to the next stop in a month at most," she said, her voice trailing off, "but it turns out I was thinking too much. My wisdom is worthless, and I don't have any lessons to teach." I understand everything..."

Zhu Xingda said: "That is to say, you will stay for a long time?"

Asama said uncertainly, "Maybe? I'm not sure. This journey may be more difficult than I thought. What do you think?"

Zhu Xing said: "Paris is not safe. If we stay for too long, we need to rearrange our bases."

Asama Yami asked the three of them, "What do you all need?"

"Go to the black market and get some big guys." Zhu Xingda said succinctly.

"The local stronghold may not be safe enough. Someone must tip us off. For this reason, I need to go out often and make more friends." Amuro said with a hint of smile.

Zhu Xing took a big look at Toru Amuro: Is this person still in contact with Rum?

Lu Chuanguang said: "Since I plan to stay for a long time, I want to store some water and food here."

Miya Asama thought for a while, and agreed to the request of the three.

Early the next morning, the four of them split up.

All the way to Zhuxingdai, Toru Amuro, Yane Asama and Hikari Midorikawa.

According to the rotation system, Lu Chuanguang, who is on duty today, must send his little boss to school before he can go to the supermarket for major purchases.

When the two went out, they ran into two beautiful girls who had just moved in.

The unsuspecting girls warmly greet their neighbors, introduce themselves, and one of them winks at a suave and handsome young man with cat eyes.

Emmm...

Asama Yane: It's strange that Midorikawa is so popular.

After a hearty rant about the bad musical and a good night's sleep, Asama Miya walked into yesterday's classroom again, feeling a lot more stable.

Although there is still some content that she doesn't understand, she has already figured it out. Even if she can't catch up with the frontiers of mathematics, she must at least make up for her fundamental shortcomings in this sacred place of mathematics.

After class, the professor asked Asama to stay with her textbook, and said with a smile: "The little girl is recovering well, and she is indeed the one who has received a letter of recommendation from Dulbecco."

Yami Asama's pupils trembled: "Do you know my teacher?"

The old professor smiled: "Of course, the scientific community is very small."

Asama Yane asked carefully: "When will you..."

The old professor smiled and said, "Of course I recognized you from the very beginning. In fact, yesterday's class was a test, mainly testing your learning ability and ability to withstand stress."

So, yesterday's lesson was a sham power?

The old professor said with emotion: "I have seen your performance in the past few days. Whether you are learning quickly or drawing inferences from one example, your progress is indeed fast. But you are too impetuous and utilitarian."

He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses and said: "Your topic selection is doomed to be difficult to make breakthroughs in a short period of time, but your desire to pursue victory across disciplines is so strong that it burns with a destructive momentum. This It's good, and it's not good. I always have to make sure that the apprentice recommended by my old friend has a strong psychological quality and won't be driven crazy by too much pressure."

Yami Asama shook her head: "Professor, I have changed my mind. Mathematics research is not a job that can be accomplished overnight, and castles in the air are not advisable. I plan to spend half a year to complete the foundation, and then conduct targeted in-depth research according to scientific research needs. No matter how strong you are in the future, you must at least be able to use mathematical tools to process experimental data and design experimental plans."

The old professor nodded with a smile and said, "Very good, just see it through. Stay at ease. From today on, you are my student."

"Hello teacher!"

Asama Miya stood up and bowed, then said doubtfully, "Teacher, what should I call you?"

The old professor patted the book and said, "Just call me Professor Gero."

He took out his pen, wrote down a series of book titles and classroom addresses on the notebook he carried with him, and tore it off and handed it to the new students.

"Come on, take it, here is the list of books you have to read through. Also, you will go to class here from now on."

Asama Yane finally showed a surprised expression: "Didn't it start from the first grade?"

Professor Gero smiled kindly and said, "Silly boy, you can understand half of the doctoral students' courses. Going to the first grade is a waste of time."

So, yesterday's super difficult class...

Yane Asama looked at the old professor's dark smile, and hugged herself who was deceived silently.

Fortunately, the collection of books in the library soothed her wounded heart.

After getting her library card, she walked towards the apartment with two reference books under her arm.

Paris does not have the convenience of Tokyo. Without the necessary base station support, Asama can only contact each other through pagers and assistants.

Because of this, Asama Yane, who sent the assistants to work, could only take a taxi back to the apartment by herself.

Luckily she had the keys to the apartment.

Asama Yami handed the fare to the driver, and stood in front of the apartment door with a book in her arms, trying to take out the door key from her pocket with an awkward posture.

As soon as the fingertips touched the warm keys, a girl's high-pitched screams erupted from the apartment next door.

Asama Yane let go in shock, and a stack of books fell to the ground.

The screaming continued upstairs, and the girl made a heartbreaking cry for help.

Asama Yami rolled her eyes, and found that the door of the apartment next door was wide open, and a suspicious vehicle was parked in front of the door, with black film on the windows.

After a while, two strong men came out of the apartment dragging the girl who looked like a dead dog.

She gasped, realizing something was wrong.

Forcibly abducting people, nine out of ten are human traffickers.

At this time, a few more men rushed over excitedly, shouting unfamiliar words to their companions.

[The witness is a punctual chick! 】

[It's a pity to dispose of it, the goods from East Asia are sky-high! 】

【Hey!Of course not to waste! 】

[I've checked, this little man has gone out, no one can save her!Hurry up! 】

It was too late to run now, Asama Yami clenched her lower lip, without any hesitation, pressed the emergency button on the watch, then ignored everything, turned her head and ran away while screaming.

hateful!

It's all bad luck caused by the locator sent by Gin!

The author has something to say: 1. The prototype of Professor Gero, the greatest mathematician of the 20th century, Grothendieck, but this venerable old man basically quit academia in 1990.

2 For the incident of human traffickers kidnapping in this chapter, refer to the movie "Taken".Don’t think that the movie is exaggerated. The human trafficking in Paris is so outrageous. The front desk of the hotel, some policemen and the Albanian police are colluding with each other. The hotels in Paris are not safe enough, and the same is true for five-star hotels. It is said that there are real stories of kidnapping people in hotels event.Single women and Asians are the hardest hit.

感谢在2021-11-0923:40:00~2021-11-1023:27:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 piece of eucalyptus;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 100 bottles of Xiao; 30 bottles of Juwan’s Doubuan; 1 bottle of Qian ◇ Clover, Weiwei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!