The unlucky life of a medical student

Speaking of this, it is naturally impossible for the restaurant to continue to entertain guests.

After all, it is a Michelin three-star restaurant, and the chef's dignity made them unable to bear such an obvious challenge!

Thanks to Jill and Joan of Arc's face in Paris, the restaurant didn't have a scene, and even smiled and sent out this group of bastards who were clearly looking for trouble.

At this time, it was close to ten o'clock in the evening.

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The law and order in Paris is not very good. Even near the Eiffel Tower, there will be few people after ten o'clock in the evening. What's more, the restaurant Jill chose for them is not located in the downtown area. When they walked out of the restaurant, they were greeted by almost empty streets.

"What rubbish, return it to Paris! There is no one at night!"

A strange beast complained.

Di Jun was very happy, because two wild cats were screaming heart-piercingly three meters away from him.

So he said to Di Ku and the others: "I still have something to do, go back by yourselves!"

After finishing speaking, this ignorant guy turned into a little milk lion and ran to play with other cats.

The Shanhai people have long been used to its lack of brains, but it was Joan of Arc and Jill who showed shock that did not match the image at this time.

"You just let him run around like this? Aren't you afraid of meeting the exorcist!"

"What's so scary about an exorcist? 1 paladins combined can't touch a single hair of him."

Although Dijun's IQ often makes other creatures in the world of mountains and seas feel speechless, his strength cannot be doubted.

Wu Huang said: "The only thing we have to worry about is whether this guy will send himself to the Paris Zoo for food and drink because he forgot how to get back, and end up on Facebook for doing too many stupid things that normal lions can't do. Popularity is recognized by peers."

"If he dares to go to the Paris Zoo to eat and drink, I'll send him to a barbecue restaurant!"

Di Ku smiled and said harsh words, but everyone knew that he would not treat his brother like this.

It was obviously the first time Joan of Arc encountered such a situation. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Are you sure you don't leave two people watching him? In case...something happens..."

"This one……"

A group of strange beasts looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Zhong Wuchuan and Xu Guangcheng: they are the only two people here.

Seeing this, Di Ku walked up to the two of them, with a smile on his face that "the party has entrusted you with this glorious task" and said, "Xiao Zhong, Lao Xu, my one will trouble you!"

"why me?"

Zhong Wuchuan was puzzled.

Wu Huang said: "Miss Joan of Arc wants us to keep two people watching that idiot Di Jun, you two are the only ones here!"

"Is this considered strong buying and strong selling?"

Zhong Wuchuan was speechless again.

Wu Huang said: "Obviously it's for you! Paris at midnight, so romantic, so suitable for talking about love..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Guangcheng replied, "Deal."

Wu Huang showed a tricky smile.

Therefore, the tour group was divided into two teams, one team was Xu Guangcheng and Zhong Wuchuan, who were responsible for finding Di Jun who was taken away by the little wild cats; the other team went back to the hotel to rest as originally planned, and prepared for tomorrow's meeting.

Joan of Arc deeply apologized for this, and gave Zhong Wuchuan a navigation pointer specially customized for this event by the organizing committee. As long as the demon power is injected, the organizing committee can know their current location and guide them how to get back to the venue.

"Paris is very friendly to foreigners." Joan said, "This pointer is for emergencies."

"Thank you Miss Jeanne for your kindness."

Zhong Wuchuan took the pointer and walked into Paris at midnight with Xu Guangcheng.

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In Paris in October, the nights are already a bit chilly.

The two men who were assigned to find Di Jun walked along the Seine River, not caring where Di Jun was now.

In Xu Guangcheng's words, even if the almighty God most revered by Westerners comes down in person, he can't hurt Di Jun. If Di Jun gets hurt, he must want to get hurt.

It's just that wandering in unfamiliar empty streets with no burden or purpose will make people feel cold and a little lonely after all.

Zhong Wuchuan subconsciously pulled up the collar of his windbreaker.

"It's so quiet, it feels like only the two of us are left in the whole city."

Seeing this, Xu Guangcheng stopped and said, "Do you feel cold? Let me find you some clothes."

As he said that, he was going to flip through his clothes from the portable space.

Zhong Wuchuan hurriedly said: "No, no, I feel very quiet. There have never been two people walking on such a quiet street... It feels a little..."

Suddenly feeling that he was hypocritical, he gestured his hands towards the night sky: "Old Xu, do you think there are still people who would dream of reaching out to pick up the stars in the sky?"

"The industrial revolution and the subsequent explosion of science and technology have destroyed many naive but beautiful imaginations." Xu Guangcheng said, "People nowadays, even children who are only four or five years old, know that the shining stars in the sky are the stars of distant galaxies. Not the jewels of God, not the tears of angels."

"Yeah, it's not romantic at all..."

"Aren't you academic? Why are you talking about romance all of a sudden?"

Xu Guangcheng was a little surprised.

Zhong Wuchuan said: "Science students also have the power of romance, okay? Besides, Paris is the hometown of romance. I don't know how many great thinkers, writers, painters, and dancers have been nurtured here... By the way, Lao Xu, have you seen Midnight in Paris?"

"I have heard, a magical fantasy about Paris."

Zhong Wuchuan showed a longing smile: "I also want to be like the hero, get on a time-traveling classic car, attend Phil Gerald's dinner, talk with Hemingway, and listen to Gauguin lamenting the depravity of art..."

"It's very simple." Xu Guangcheng said, "It's still an hour and a half before midnight."

"What did you say? You mean..."

Zhong Wuchuan froze, then covered his mouth uncontrollably.

The hints in Xu Guangcheng's words drove him crazy, more surprising than winning a huge prize in the lottery.

"Can you really travel through time and space to see people from the past? Then I... I... I..."

He was a little incoherent: "I want to go to the Raoul Hotel to meet Van Gogh. I want to tell him that he is the best and the most important stroke in the entire history of painting... Please let him live well. Paintings will be regarded as classics in the future..."

"anything else?"

"Also, I think... I... let me think about it..."

Xu Guangcheng's promise made Zhong Wuchuan as excited as a mouse falling into a rice vat. The names of celebrities mentioned in the Paris travel brochure appeared in his mind one after another, and he didn't know how to choose.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made a decision: "Let's go to the Palace of Versailles to see the Sun King, Madame Pompadour, and Queen Mary! I'm very curious about their era."

"Is it because of the influence of TV series and movies?"

Zhong Wuchuan lowered his head in shame.

He really doesn't know much about French history, and he only knows a little bit of superficiality through TV series and movies.

"I think you already know enough," Xu Guangcheng said, "You are not French, and you have no obligation to know their history like the back of your hand."

"Your way of comforting people is really ingenious."

Zhong Wuchuan smiled awkwardly.

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when!when!when!

When the clock struck midnight, Zhong Wuchuan looked at Xu Guangcheng.

Xu Guangcheng smiled and said, "This time, you have to hold on to me!"

"As long as you don't let me go, I won't let you go."

Like a confession, Zhong Wuchuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Guangcheng.

In front of them, a time tunnel across the Seine River is slowly forming.

He looked into the tunnel and saw colorful lights floating on both sides of the tunnel. In the light and shadow, he saw the classic cars of the last century whizzing past, the faces of the writers in the celebrity salon were red-faced, and the soldiers sang "La Marseillaise" Going to the battlefield, court ladies mocking each other with exaggerated wigs...

Everything is so dreamy, so perfect, people can't bear to destroy it, and want to indulge in it forever.

"gorgeous……"

He couldn't help sighing.

Xu Guangcheng didn't have time to listen to Zhong Wuchuan's emotions. He was busy stabilizing the time tunnel and fixing the crossing coordinates.

Because of his smattering of French history, he needs five times more mental strength than usual to ensure that each time travel lands at the correct time and space.

Any mistake will add variables to their time travel.

Zhong Wuchuan saw the beads of sweat on Xu Guangcheng's forehead, and knew that the other party must be concentrating on it at the moment. He didn't dare to neglect, he imitated what he did to his brother in the operating room, took out a tissue from his pocket, and helped Xu Guangcheng wipe the sweat off his forehead .

A faint smile flashed across Xu Guangcheng's face as he swiped the tissue lightly, but he didn't say thank you.

After Zhong Wuchuan wiped off his sweat for him, he continued to wait on the sidelines.

The space-time tunnel was gradually built, Xu Guangcheng heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Get ready, there may be bumps on the road!"

"With you by my side, I have nothing to fear!"

Zhong Wuchuan said with confidence.

We haven't known each other for a long time, but Xu Guangcheng is already an existence in his heart that he can trust and rely on wholeheartedly.

Xu Guangcheng smiled, ready to take a step——

"Irregular!"

Accompanied by angry shouts, there were two gunshots.

Zhong Wuchuan was caught off guard and fell on Xu Guangcheng, but the latter still avoided two large-caliber bullets with almost perfect reflexes even though his body was hit by Zhong Wuchuan!

The space-time tunnel that was finally constructed lost its spiritual support and collapsed in an instant!

Xu Guangcheng pulled the panic-stricken Zhong Wuchuan to float on the Seine River at midnight, and said to the blond man who suddenly attacked behind him: "You pissed me off! Exorcist!"

The author has something to say:

I placed an order and bought two pieces of chrysanthemum, one for decoration and the other for pendant - I swear to God I bought this for "transit" and not because its name is "chrysanthemum"!