The Great Worm Lich

　　Looking at the leader of one of the world's most famous universities, Zhang Lisheng suddenly felt sincerely that wealth is really a kind of magical thing, especially in a society that pays attention to'fair trade'.

　　As he imagined, he suddenly heard Stephen yelling beside him. "Principal Hennes, I found such a generous donor for the school. Can I get a fixed parking space outside the experiment building?"

　　 "Sorry Professor Stephen, money does not allow us to get everything we want.

　　 If you want to get a fixed parking space, then first get the Nobel Prize in Biomedicine. "Hannis waved his hand without looking back, and got into his car, completely ignoring Stephen's next roar, "Damn, that award was successfully made in the'Dolphin Thalamic Class' twenty-five years ago. It should be awarded to me after people agree with the test. "

　　 Hearing this sentence, Maggot immediately murmured with a sullen face and said, "Stephen, are you crazy? You dare to scream out so loudly in the big court in that **** experiment.

　　 At that time, you secretly dissected the brains of more than one hundred white dolphins without permission. This scandal is enough to make you lose your reputation now. "

"It is because you have so many scruples that you have wasted talent, and you can never become a great scientist Maggot," Stephen warned his friend of disdain, and said, "Let's go, Li Sheng, I'll take you By registering for admission, you will be guaranteed a'Doctor of Science' degree at Stanford in up to three years."

　　 "Steven, hell, you can't instill such a promise to your students before entering school..."

"Come on, Margot. This child's contribution to the development of biology is now much larger than yours. You can all get a'Doctor of Science' degree, of course he can." Stephen waved disapprovingly. Wave. Zhang Lisheng looked away with embarrassment.

　　 The two drove for a while, and transferred to a new campus. The crowded scene suddenly broke into Zhang Lisheng's eyes like a crowded scene of a supermarket discount on Sunday.

　　Steven stopped the car slowly to the side of the road. "Do you still feel that Stanford's campus is deserted?"

　　 "It seems that I was wrong, Professor," Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth. "It's really lively here. We're afraid we have to queue up at two in the middle of the night to complete the admission procedures."

　　 "You are wrong again, Li Sheng, the admission procedures for ordinary freshmen can be completed on any computer in the Stanford University LAN. Most of these children come to choose clubs."

　　 "Then what I'm doing here, I'm not interested in things like club activities." Zhang Lisheng stepped out of the car and followed Stephen, walking along the shade of the tree, avoiding the happy and happy Stanford freshmen. It was finally squeezed into a three-story office building with a reddish brown exterior.

　　 entered the corridor of the office building, and the surrounding environment became quiet. Stephen took a breath. "Of course I know this. I remember you didn't join any club in Lobic.

　　 I brought you here because you are a ‘chartered student’. According to the old school regulations of Stanford, you must register with the staff of the Student Management Office. Only then formally admitted.

　　 Turn left to the seventh door, which should not be the case. . "Taking steps and counting to the old wooden door on the first floor of the office building."

　　The youth followed him and said with a smile: "Then let's finish the registration quickly. Professor.

　　Forgot to tell you that my secretary prepared a mansion with two swimming pools near Silicon Valley. You are welcome to be a guest today. "

　　 "Sounds great." Stephen nodded and knocked on the door. Walked into the office.

　　The office looks very ordinary, the size is not too small. There is a desk, two office chairs facing each other and two beige sofas separated by a coffee table. The furniture style is a bit old, but it looks very sturdy and durable, with a practical California style.

Hearing the door opening, the owner of the office, a man between 40 and 50 years old, looked serious and stiff, wearing a clean and straight gray old suit, and a white man with a dry face like bacon raised his face Asked expressionlessly: "Is there anything, gentlemen?"

　　 "Hello Mr. Figri, this is Stephen Pigros of the Department of Biology, I called you in the morning."

"Oh, Professor Stephen, are you here to go through the admission procedures for the specially enrolled graduate students, please sit down and wait for a while," the dry white man stood up and shook hands with Stephen , Look at Zhang Lisheng, pointing to the office chair opposite him, "You sit here young man."

　　 "Yes, sir." Zhang Lisheng sat on the office chair very well.

"Your name is g.zhang(张黎生)..." After playing around with his keyboard for a while, Figri looked at the computer screen on the desk and asked some very simple questions for the young man. After making a record, he stood up , Took the initiative to reach out and said: "Well, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, congratulations, and become the youngest graduate student in the biology department of Stanford University this year.

"Thank you, Mr. Figri, I can't wait to be a member of this great university. In fact, in order to better integrate into Stanford, I even bought a house here." Zhang Lisheng and this one are even thinner than themselves The middle-aged man shook hands and said casually: "Then I won't disturb your office..."

　　 "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, I have one thing to remind you. If you bought a house at Stanford, it is a pity that you may not be able to use it unless you are on vacation, because you usually have to live on campus."

　　 "Why?" Zhang Lisheng froze for a moment, and said in surprise: "Isn't this Stanford, a "tweht (the wind never blows)", will students be forced to live on campus? "

　　 "Mr. Figri, my student is a graduate student, not a first-year freshman and a transfer student. Although he did enter the first year, the mandatory accommodation regulations do not apply to him." Stephen also spoke.

　　 "You misunderstood Professor Stephen, it is not that we asked your students to live on campus, but that Mrs. Zhang Lisheng's mother (Li Lili) asked his son to live on campus.

　　According to California law, before Mr. Zhang Lisheng is under the age of 23, as a guardian, she has the right to make this request. "

Hearing such an answer, Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment. He knew that his mother, as an educator, had always wanted to train him since he knew that his career had risen at a bizarre speed and had more and more influence. Establish a positive and positive world view.

In the last few days of Stanford, Lili has repeatedly emphasized more contact with her peers, making more friends, not thinking that she is smarter than everyone, learning to be humble from the depths of the heart, etc. These seemingly insignificant things , How important is a person's life, and what a precious asset.

　　 Now Zhang Lisheng understands the intention of his mother to say those words, and more or less can understand the mother's painstaking efforts to do so, but for him, he has spent nearly a year uninterruptedly practicing the secret method;

On the island of the "other world", an indigenous tribe was forcibly destroyed. By killing two tribal guardians and thousands of native talents, he finally completed a third of Lu Wu's cultivation. For the "witch", it is strange in the university. The students lived in the same dormitory, and carefully practiced the mysterious practice at night, which was really embarrassing

"I don't understand why California has such a ridiculous law, Mr. Figri," so the calm face gradually changed, and the hard-lined traits of the "big men" irresistibly exuded. Zhang Lisheng objected, "I am eighteen You can run for mayor of Stanford after age, but you must be forced to live on campus..."

　　 "I said Mr. Zhang Lisheng, this is not a mandatory residence, but your mother Ms. Li Lili proposed under California law that Stanford University must take over the custody of you from buying and selling alcoholic beverages and tobacco without her authorization under her authorization;

　　 and must fulfill the obligation to provide accommodation for students.

This decree came from the period of the alcohol cessation order in the 1930s, when California was still a rough place. Most universities here were unable to provide the necessary accommodation for students. Many young people who went to college lived outside and learned slowly. Earn pocket money by selling private wine, and later..." Feige was expressionless, but explained in great detail.

　　 "What if I have to live outside?"

　　 "There are only three ways, UU reading www.uukannshu.com or you drop out at Stanford;

　　 Or ask your mother to withdraw the application;

　　 Or you have filed a lawsuit against California in the Federal Court of the United States for unconstitutional California and won. "Figri said seriously.

　　 "Mr. Figri, I just donated 50 million yuan to this university..." Zhang Lisheng was stabbed for a while and had to use his killer skills.

　　 Figri was surprised for a moment, and said in a formula: "It seems that I am too brief for you, Mr. Zhang Lisheng. Thank you for your donation to Stanford University. Please believe that every one of your donations will become the cornerstone of human scientific progress.

　　 But this matter has nothing to do with what we just talked about, the law is the law, I am sorry. "

　　 Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth, turned his eyes to Stephen, and then he saw this professor who had always shy in his mind shrugged and said helplessly: "Mr. Fegri said that for Lisheng, the law is the law.

　　 But rest assured, things always have a way of accommodation. As a graduate student, if you are not used to living in a dormitory, you can stay in the laboratory overnight, as I did when I was in college. "

"I have the ability to influence the election in the United States, but I don't have the right not to live in the dormitory when I go to university. This is a real hell..." Zhang Lisheng murmured to get out his phone, called up his mother's phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally put the phone back. Looking at the middle-aged man with bacon on the opposite side, he asked helplessly, "Mr. Figri, does Stanford have a single dormitory?" (To be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote Recommended tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. )