I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"Forget it, this is the only time, not an example."

　　Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

　　What can I do without forgiving her?

　　 A meal?

　　 "It's stingy, just give it once, what if someone else runs out."

　　Ou Qinglan murmured in disbelief.

　　Chen Feng heard clearly and could only sigh in his heart.

　　Everyone has a different worldview, and they have a misunderstanding of things, which is really unclear.

　　 "Who is that bad old man with you? I think he is quite stiff, so you can do me a favor and come back and ask him for me."

　　Ou Qinglan was puzzled: "He poked your **** with a needle, do you still ask him? What about him?"

　　Chen Feng took a deep breath, "Decisive battle against the summit of Huashan. Either he died, or I died!"

　　 That sad state of mind is here again.

　　 "How are you so sorry?"

　　 "How sorry?"

　　 "Uncle Dong Shan is more than 170 years old, you want to make an appointment with such an old gentleman?"

　　 "Huh? One hundred seventeen?"

　　 talked with Ou Qinglan on the matter of cordial greetings to Mr. Dong Shan, Chen Feng completely dispelled the idea of ​​revenge.

　　In many previous timelines, Chen Feng did not know about Ou Qinglan’s colleagues in Xuanwuyuan.

　　 But he can be sure that there must be no such person as Dong Shan.

　　Because the lifespan of the scientific researchers in the past could not reach 170 years at all.

　　 Old man Dong should be his first encounter.

　　The old man is the deputy leader of the project team responsible for Ou Qinglan.

　　Obviously, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant. In fact, it does not mean that his knowledge is lower than that of Ou Qinglan.

　　 On the contrary, Mr. Dong is one of the thousands of masters of scholars who are the only surviving scholars.

　　He has profound knowledge, many academic achievements, and many disciples.

　　 It's just that he has a weird temperament and he doesn't like to show his head. In addition, he is interested in Ou Qinglan's project and he simply wants to be an assistant.

　　In the project team, Ou Qinglan's specialty is spirituality and quick thinking, which is the advantage brought by her youth.

　　Ou Qinglan is very talented, there is no doubt about this.

　　But her shortcomings are also obvious. She is too young. Although her basic knowledge is far stronger than that of Chen Feng, she is still worse than the research she has done.

　　 Therefore, in the project team, Ou Qinglan is the team leader and is responsible for leading the team forward, but it is the old man Dong Shan who really advances the project on a solid theoretical basis.

　　 Facing such a virtuous old man with great virtue but shame and shame, Chen Feng felt revenge and hopelessness, and sorrow came from it.

　　 Relying on a handful of old and disrespectful, shameful!

　　 "Hey, forget it, just like that." Chen Feng sighed and jumped off the bed.

　　 At this moment, there was a sound under his iron frame bed.

　　 "The man's big husband, it's hard to chase after his words. It's fine, you can't beat me. I can record."

　　Chen Feng looked back and saw that the crumpled old face was covered by the white bed sheet of the hospital bed, and the probe came out.

　　 You are a real show!

　　The three of them had dinner together. Chen Feng knew that during the time when he was in a comatose state, Old Man Dong had already personally helped him to fear that the formalities had run out.

　　As an expert-level scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburbs of the Science City, with a large area, about the same as a ten-million-dollar mansion in the United States that year.

　　Now what Chen Feng wants to do is to determine his research direction and the name of the project, and choose to be attached to that unit according to the needs of the project.

　　Ou Qinglan suggested: "Actually, you don't need to stay close, you are seamlessly connected with my project team, just because my staff is also lacking, let me be an assistant."

　　Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up and stop dreaming. Treat your teacher with respect."

　　 "You..." Ou Qinglan was avenged by Chen Feng and jumped angrily, "Then what do you want to do? If you didn't go to Tianxin, let me take care of you, who will take care of you!"

　　The old man on the opposite side of Dong Shan also had a good look at Chen Feng while eating snacks.

　　Chen Feng said truthfully: "I want to study the technological progress of the 21st century."

"what?"

　　Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan opened their mouths at the same time, stunned.

"what happened?"

　　Chen Feng wondered.

　　Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

　　 "There is only less than one year on the day of the decisive battle. Are you going to study this? History? Are you sick?"

　　 She is really angry.

　　 When she first heard that Chen Feng was going to transfer to scientific research, she was quite happy, and she even kindly asked Tang Tianxin to ask for help.

　　Although she tried to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intentions, but she didn't take it seriously.

　　 Anyway, the amazing intuition that Chen Feng showed, no matter what he studies, will always be useful.

　　Now know his thoughts, Ou Qinglan is not good on the spot.

　　 Can make an analogy. Chen Feng now means that, almost as early as the outbreak of World War II, a talented nuclear physicist did not engage in military technology research and development, and instead studied the eating and drinking of Lasa in medieval Europe.

　　 It can't be said that he is violently violent, it is simply a crime!

　　Chen Feng knew that there was no way to explain to her, and he was too lazy to argue, "Don’t care about me, I’ve decided. Tang Tianxin didn’t care about me, because you talk too much."

　　 "Hey no, you... how can you do this!" Ou Qinglan's fingers flicked, and the tutor port in her personal brain called up the summary of the data that Chen Feng had browsed during the recent period.

　　 is really the piecemeal and worthless stuff in the history of science and technology in the 21st century.

　　What is the nano process of silicon wafer, the signal transmission principle of 5G+ network, advanced theory of ternary lithium battery...

　　 What are these old antiques!

　　 is almost.

　　Ou Qinglan was angry, "I disagree!"

　　Chen Feng: "Sorry, this is my business and has nothing to do with you."

　　Ou Qinglan stood up and knocked over all the chairs behind him.

　　 She turned and wanted to go, went out two steps and turned back, glaring at Chen Feng, with tears in her eyes, "You are too disappointing me, I almost adore you when I am almost lost. I am ashamed of you!"

　　 finished, she really pedaled away.

　　Chen Feng pouted, looking to the side, "Dr. Dong, your leader is gone."

　　Since the words are not speculative, naturally there is no need to communicate more. He thinks that this Dong Dong is about to persuade himself, so he does not want to talk, and simply orders the guests.

　　 Dong Shan's old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

　　The ancients said that the older the man, the more the demon, because there are too many worlds and human relationships that have been seen, and he will always become more incisive and insightful.

　　 Dong Shan is as high as 170 years old, and is the oldest person Chen Feng has seen so far.

　　 His old eyes, which are not muddy, really made Chen Feng feel uncomfortable.

　　 "Okay, old man, just say whatever you want, don't look at me like this."

　　Dong Shan picked up the honey citron tea next to it and sipped, "I don't advise you. I will only help you analyze this matter from a technical point of view."

　　Chen Feng waved his hands impatiently, "Come on, I know, you all feel meaningless. I am too lazy to explain to you."

　　 "Little brother, we don't talk about the meaning. I just want to tell you that you can't open this project team."

　　 "Why?"

"Because there is no research institute that can call you in. The history research institute has now withered away. The people who studied history in the past have changed their careers about a decade or two ago. The last batch of historians also changed in the last two days. Project."

　　Chen Feng: "Ah?"

　　 "The most important thing for human beings today is to survive this disaster and live. Maybe when things go by, there will be many people who are interested in history and value the value of history, but now, no one really studies it."

　　Chen Feng wondered: "Aren't the world governments collecting and transporting those historical monuments?"

　　 "Yeah, the reason why you want to keep it as much as possible, because no one is studying wow now."

　　Chen Feng froze.

"So, change your ideas. Your project team can't recruit people, so if you are the only one, the project team will survive. Even if you are Chen Feng, you are the spiritual leader of the intuition school, and others will not be willing to let go of each other. For the project in your hand, run you here to do useless work."

　　Chen Feng raised an eyebrow: "Intuition school? What is it?"

　　 "Don't expect those pitted wastes. Although they learn as innocently as you preach on intuition, they are only using your specious intuition to develop methodologies, and their research direction will not change."

　　Chen Feng didn't care about him, but started to inquire about the things of the intuition school.

　　The old man beside Dong is still shattering his thoughts.

　　 "It seems that you are still not convinced. Yeah, you must be hard at life, otherwise you don't know what is disappointment."

　　Chen Feng also got up and left.

　　 This old lack of virtue, a mouth is really broken and smelly.

　　Two days later, Chen Feng was sitting alone in the vast expanse of the Historical Research Institute, where the wind blew and fallen leaves, and the weeds were all over the ground in the Noda University Park, which was inexplicably sad.

　　 Behind him is a savage green plant, wrapped in him, as if he were in nature.

　　 There was a desk in front of him.

　　 wrote a sign on the table.

　　 "Recruitment meeting of the 21st Century Science and Technology Development Analysis Group."

Next to the 　　 sign, there are two hundred registration forms printed by him.

　　 printed two hundred sheets, and two hundred sheets after two days.

　　 two days.

　　 No one registered.

　　 Even if he moved his desk from the cold office inside to the entrance for the convenience of reception, the door was still empty.

　　 The wind became stronger again, and Chen Feng gave it a little cooler.

　　 He sneezed.

　　 blew the dust that accumulated on his desk during the past two days.

　　 He is not cold, but cold.

　　 A uniformed guard came in from outside the gate.

　　 "President Chen, I will add you clothes."

　　Chen Feng's heart hurt again.

　　 The moment he set foot in the Institute of History, he was an expert "scholar" and he automatically became the dean of the Institute of History.

　　Now he has two soldiers.

　　The guard who sent him clothes, and another guard who is undergoing intensive training of basic military literacy in the Defense Team of Science City.

　　Because all scholars except him, after completing the work of moving historical relics a few days ago, they all changed jobs.

　　 It is said that the master-level scholars of the History Academy are working as meeting recorders in the Military Academy ~www.readwn.com~ Specialized counterparts.

　　Chen Feng said: "Dude, don't be a guard, come to my project team as a deputy leader."

　　 The guard ran away without a trace.

　　 "President Chen can't do it! I will wait for Lao Li to change classes, so I have to go to the training ground!"

　　 Dean Chen wiped the dust on his face.

　　 became more bleak.

　　 This world-breaking way is so real!

　　 At this time, his personal communication system sounded a reminder of strange letters.

　　 He glanced up.

　　, another force in the Academy of Sciences, persevering to find himself.

　　The group of waste in Dong Shan’s mouth.

　　Members of the Intuition School sent him an invitation every day, hoping that he could attend lectures of the Intuition School, give speeches, and boost morale.

　　As the spiritual leader of this group of wastes, the freshly appointed Dean of History Academy, Master Chen Feng, does not want to be the waste leader.

　　 But he is really about to catch a cold at the moment.

　　 He stood up, stretched his back, and returned the news.

　　 "Inform everyone, I will take a look at the lecture tonight."

　　 Opposite the message immediately.

　　 "Really?"

　　 This time it was replaced with a voice message.

　　 sounds like a pretty voice, slightly familiar female voice.

　　 Chen Feng remembered.

　　 is a long-haired girl who may have more than one side in the School of Life Sciences.

　　 Alas, it looks so beautiful, but at a young age, I actually believed in my intuition school. I'm stupid. It's a pity.