Transformed Marvel Genius

In the small workshop, Anna is repairing the universal frequency simulator.

She is going to install an infrasound generator to generate resonance waves for human organs.

So there is an area attack weapon.

The doorbell rang from outside the door.

Little Anna turned on the computer monitor and saw the doctor outside the iron fence.

This guy came to visit without prior notice, and is now greeting Anna with a big face.

It was rare for Dr. Hall to come to visit Anna during his busy schedule, but Short Legs felt that she had to go down and greet her in person.

Opening the door, there were two large marching backpacks in front of them, and then looking at the football shoes under his feet, he knew that it was Fitz and Simmons without even looking at their faces.

Fitz is still dressed in the same clothes for 10,000 years. He is carrying a 30L travel bag, and his hair is messy. It is estimated that he has scratched his hair a lot. He has been starched and washed many times, but it is not new but refreshing.

These are all good, the worst thing is that he is wearing a pair of jeans.

Anna covered her face.

This guy, Fizz, scratches his neck nervously when he sees his short legs.

"Fizz, should you find a big sister to fall in love with?!"

Fitz looked even more embarrassed, red from his neck to his ears.

In fact, both Fitz and Simmons were born in middle-class families. Dressing up like this can only be said to be a matter of habit.

Simmons raised his hand to say hello, looking at the short-legged arm.

Only then did Anna realize that she had been sitting in the small workshop for too long and her arm was red, so she explained a few words and invited a few people in.

"Mom isn't at home, you can do whatever you want." As Anna spoke, she lifted the straps of her overalls with her chubby hand.

The shoulders are too round and the straps can't be caught. The straps are easy to loosen when walking up the stairs.

Maya Hansen went to California to monitor the progress of the ECM gel production line and could not come back in a short time.

Coming to the living room, Dr. Hall took out two envelopes: "One is a funeral invitation. Dr. Friedman's daughter wants you to attend the funeral in three days."

Anna knew that Friedman had a daughter who was almost fifty years old and lived in Tennessee. Now she came over to arrange for her old father's funeral.

Anyway, Friedman was Anna's real teacher, and Anna felt that she should go.

"She wants you to give a eulogy at the funeral!"

When Anna heard it, she felt strange: "Doctor, Mr. Friedman has so many disciples, and some of them are already famous in the scientific world. Is it appropriate to invite me to do the eulogy?"

Anna never denied her genius, but she doesn't think her prestige can be compared with that of an academician of the National Academy of Sciences.

"Anna, I think I understand Friedman's daughter's arrangement. She has read the article you wrote and knows what you are doing. You don't know your position in the eyes of the old doctor."

"Dr. Friedman compliments you in every way. In his eyes, you are Einstein second, Howard Stark third. You know when he met me at the American Physics Annual Meeting last month. What did you say, you are a genius, the most diligent and talented genius."

"In fact, his talk made my ears calluses." Dr. Hall joked.

Anna took the time to pick up the bottle and **** it. She's been too busy recently: "Wow, I didn't even know I had discovered the theory of relativity, this ten thousand year old dog..."

This 10,000-year-old dog—Anna's nickname for Dr. Friedman, she likes to call others nicknames, just like Emma Garcia, she always calls Garcia, and the lunatic teacher is also the lunatic teacher, squinting, Small eyes or something is not discrimination, but is Anna's own exclusive name for them.

"I didn't expect him to arrange me well!" Anna put down the bottle, took apart three packs of milk powder, and refilled it.

Anna never expected this. Dr. Friedman was always lukewarm in front of her.

Nodding, Anna decided to accept the suggestion.

"As for this..." Dr. Hall opened another envelope and said with hesitation: "It's Dr. Friedman's suicide note."

Anna took it and glanced at the title. There were three words written on it - a letter of recommendation, which turned out to be written by Dr. Friedman: "This is..."

"The relics found in the old doctor's office and the letter of recommendation for you can be taken directly to the Dean of MIT."

"Look at it, it hasn't been stamped yet. It is estimated that I hope that after you complete the test, I will confirm it and transfer it to you."

Anna put down the bottle, and her heart was unexpectedly moved by the old doctor.

This is almost an endorsement of Anna at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Once Anna goes the wrong way in the future, the old doctor will also be implicated by public opinion.

"What a great gift!"

"Yeah, when Eleanor handed it to me, I thought Friedman was confused. There's never been a seven-year-old college student in history," said Dr. Hall, who was the first to know that Friedman was wrong. A person is so important.

Even in the face of Howard, Friedman still mostly scolded him.

"The above is the joint signature of me and Professor Selvig and others. I don't think MIT will refuse it."

"This is the last thing I can do~www.NovelMTL.com~ Dr. Hall finally sighed, his voice a little depressing.

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Next, Dr. Hall and Anna talked about some trivial things about Fermilab, with a tendency to ramble.

Anna just accepted the kindness of others, she is not good at chasing others, so she listened patiently.

The more and more Dr. Hall said, the more outrageous he became. He gradually talked about family chores, saying that he gave up a lot for antimatter.

There is no sign of stopping at all.

Anna felt that Dr. Hall was too busy. Logically, he was a busy person, so she whispered to Simmons next to him: "Dr. Hall's son died, I think he can't control his emotions!"

Simmons was embarrassed, approached Anna, pretended to fill Anna's milk bottle, and whispered, "I think our teacher has to retire early!"

Well, the son really died, or he killed himself.

The loss of antimatter was a huge blow to him.

"This is the rhythm of wanting to nagging me to death!" Anna held her head and shook her head. The problem was that the envelope in her hand wasn't hot yet, and Anna didn't want to hand it back to chase people away.

Later, Dr. Hall showed signs of losing control.

When you're old, you don't have to lose face. While talking and wiping your nose, Anna can't stand it anymore. She thinks that Dr. Hall is crying and mourning, so she almost says, "Little short legs, you have pity on me, hug me, and comfort me. one time."

No, Anna, this guy is too old to be a scumbag. He wants to kiss him and hold him high. He's not ashamed!

Anna has been listening to the old people nagging, she feels impatient.

She is very busy. The staff of the power company will come over later. She has to arrange tasks and has no time to listen to nonsense: "Dr. Hall, I think you should look at my stuff."

After speaking, Anna invited the three of Dr. Hall into the small workshop.

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