I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"Forget it, it's just this once, it won't happen next time."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else can I do if I don't forgive her?

A beating?

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

Ou Qinglan muttered unconvincedly.

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

Everyone has different worldviews, and their understanding of things is biased, and it is really hard to explain.

"Who is that bad old man with you? I think he has a strong body. Why don't you do me a favor and make an appointment with him for me later."

Ou Qinglan asked in confusion: "He poked your butt with a needle, and you still asked him out? Why did you ask him out?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "A decisive battle on the top of Mount Huashan. Either he dies or I die!"

That sad and angry state of mind came again.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over one hundred and seventy years old. Do you want to make a date with such an old gentleman?"

"Huh? One hundred and seventeen?"

After chatting with Ou Qinglan for a while about cordial greetings to Mr. Dong Shan, Chen Feng completely gave up the idea of ​​revenge.

In the previous timelines, Chen Feng had not known Ou Qinglan's colleagues in Xuanwu Academy.

But he was certain that Dong Shan had never been here before.

Because the life span of scientific researchers in the past could not reach 170 years.

This should be his first time dealing with Old Man Dong.

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

On the surface, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant, but it doesn't actually mean that his knowledge is lower than Ou Qinglan's.

On the contrary, Old Man Dong is one of the thousands of remaining masters of knowledge, that is, a master-level scholar.

He is knowledgeable, has many academic achievements, and has many disciples.

It's just that he has a weird personality and doesn't like to show up in public. In addition, he is interested in Ou Qinglan's project, so he simply comes to be an assistant.

In the project team, Ou Qinglan's strengths are spirituality and quick thinking, which are advantages brought to her by her youth.

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

But her shortcomings are also obvious. She is too young. Although her basic knowledge is far better than that of Chen Feng, it is still not as good as her own research.

Therefore, in the project team, Ou Qinglan is apparently the team leader and is responsible for leading the team forward, but it is Old Man Dong Shan who is actually advancing the project on a solid theoretical basis.

Facing such a despicable old man who was so virtuous and respected but so shameless, Chen Feng suddenly felt that there was no hope of revenge and felt sad.

It's shameful to act disrespectfully because of your age!

"Hey, forget it, that's it." Chen Feng sighed and jumped off the bed.

At this moment, a voice sounded from under his iron frame hospital bed.

"As a man, once you make a promise, you can't keep it back. As promised, you are not allowed to beat me. I have recorded it."

Chen Feng looked back and saw the wrinkled, hale old face peeking out from under the white curtains and sheets of the hospital bed.

You really show off!

The three of them had dinner together, and Chen Feng knew that during the time when he was unconscious, Old Man Dong had personally gone out to help him complete the procedures.

As an expert scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburbs of Science City. It is very large and roughly equivalent to a multi-million dollar mansion in the United States.

What Chen Feng needs to do now is to determine his research direction and project name, and choose which unit to affiliate with based on project needs.

Ou Qinglan suggested: "Actually, you don't have to look far away. You are seamlessly connected with my project team. I happen to be short of people, so come and be my assistant."

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up, stop dreaming. Show respect to your teacher."

"You..." Ou Qinglan was so angry that Chen Feng avenged her, "Then what do you want to do? If Sister Tianxin hadn't asked me to take care of you when you went out, who would have cared about you!"

The old man Dong Shan opposite was also eating snacks and looking at Chen Feng with great interest.

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

"What?"

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

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng said doubtfully.

Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

"The decisive battle day is less than a year away, and you are going to study this? History? Are you sick?"

She was really angry.

When she first heard that Chen Feng planned to switch to scientific research, she was quite happy, and she even enthusiastically asked Tang Tianxin to help.

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

Anyway, with the amazing intuitive ability displayed by Chen Feng, no matter what he studies, it will always be useful.

Now that she knew what he was thinking, it was a good thing that Ou Qinglan didn't collapse on the spot.

For example, what Chen Feng means now is almost equivalent to what happened in the early days of World War II when a talented nuclear physicist did not engage in military technology research and development, but instead studied the eating, drinking, and drinking habits of medieval Europeans.

This cannot be said to be a waste of natural resources, it is simply a crime!

Chen Feng knew there was no way to explain to her, so he didn't bother to argue, "Don't worry about me, I've made up my mind. Tang Tianxin didn't care about me, you're the only one who talks a lot."

"Oh no, you...how could you do this!" Ou Qinglan's fingers trembled, and the tutor port in her personal brain brought up a summary of the information Chen Feng had browsed recently.

They are really just those bits and pieces of worthless gadgets in the history of science and technology in the 21st century.

What about the nano-process of silicon wafers, the signal transmission principle of 5G+ network, the advanced theory of ternary lithium batteries...

What old antiques are these!

Simply.

Ou Qinglan was so angry, "I don't agree!"

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

Ou Qinglan stood up quickly, knocking over the chairs behind her.

She turned around to leave, took two steps and then turned back, glaring at Chen Feng angrily with tears in her eyes, "You disappoint me so much. It's a shame that I almost admired you. I'm ashamed of you!"

After saying that, she really walked away.

Chen Feng curled his lips and looked to the side, "Mr. Dong, your team leader is gone."

Since the conversation was not conducive, there was no need for further communication. He thought that Mr. Dong probably wanted to persuade him, so he didn't want to talk and simply issued an eviction order.

Old man Dong Shan looked at Chen Feng with squinted eyes, as if he wanted to see into his heart through his eyes.

The ancients said that people become more evil as they get older, because they have seen too many world scenes and human relationships, and they will always become more sophisticated and insightful involuntarily.

Dong Shan is 170 years old and is the oldest person Chen Feng has ever seen.

His old eyes, which were not cloudy, really made Chen Feng uncomfortable.

"Okay, old man, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't look at me like this."

Dong Shan picked up the honey grapefruit tea next to him and took a sip, "I won't advise you. I'm just going to help you analyze this matter from a technical perspective."

Chen Feng waved his hand impatiently, "Come on, I know, you all think it's meaningless. I'm too lazy to explain to you."

"Little brother, let's not talk about the meaning. I just want to tell you that your project team cannot start."

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute that can give you an affiliation. The Institute of History is now in decline. The group of people who studied history in the past changed careers about ten or twenty years ago. The last group of historians also changed their profession in the past two days. project.”

Chen Feng: "Huh?"

"The most important thing for mankind right now is to survive this disaster and survive. Maybe after this incident is over, many people will be interested in history and value its value, but now, no one really studies it."

Chen Feng wondered: "Isn't the World Government collecting and transporting those historical monuments?"

"Yes, the reason why we should preserve it as much as possible is because no one is studying it now."

Chen Feng was stunned.

"So, let's change your idea. If your project team can't recruit people, then if you are still the only one, the project team will exist in name only. Even if you are Chen Feng, you are the spiritual leader of the intuitive school, others will not be willing to let go of their respective The project in hand is coming here to do useless work."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Intuition school? What is it?"

"Don't expect those useless idiots. Although they foolishly promote intuition like you, they are just using your specious intuitive deduction as a methodology, and their research direction will not change."

Chen Feng ignored him and began to inquire about the Intuition School on the spot.

Next to him, Old Man Dong was still thinking.

"It seems you are still not convinced. That's right. As a human being, you must work hard, otherwise you won't even know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also stood up and left.

This old wicked man has a really broken and smelly mouth.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the vast and empty Nuo University Campus of the Institute of History, with fallen leaves blown by the wind and weeds growing all over the ground, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Behind him were green plants growing wildly, enveloping him as if he were in nature.

There was a desk in front of him.

There was a sign written on the table.

"21st Century Science and Technology Development Analysis Research Group Recruitment Fair."

Next to the sign are two hundred registration forms that he printed personally.

The printout was two hundred, and two days later, it was still two hundred.

It's been two days.

No one actually signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the deserted office to the entrance to facilitate reception, there was still no one around.

The wind became stronger again, making Chen Feng feel a little cold.

He sneezed.

The dust that had accumulated in the past two days on his desk flew into the air.

He is not cold in body, but in heart.

A uniformed doorman walked in from the door.

"Dean Chen, let me add some clothes for you."

Chen Feng's heart ached again.

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

Now he only has two soldiers.

The guard who brought him clothes, and another guard who was receiving intensive training in basic military literacy from the Science City Security Team.

Because all the scholars except him have changed careers after completing the transportation of historical relics a few days ago.

It is said that a master-level scholar from the Academy of History works as a minute-taker at the Academy of Military Affairs, and his profession is particularly relevant.

Chen Feng said: "Brother, don't be a guard. Come to my project team and be the deputy leader."

The guard ran away without a trace.

"Dean Chen can't! I'll wait for Lao Li to change shifts, and I have to go to the training ground too!"

Dean Chen wiped the dust from his face.

More and more desolate.

This world-breaking situation is so real!

At this time, his personal communication system sounded a reminder of a letter from an unknown person.

He glanced up.

Yes, another force in the Academy of Sciences is looking for me again.

Those rubbish in the mouth of old man Dong Shan.

Members of the Intuition School send him invitations every day, hoping that he can attend lectures of the Intuition School, give speeches, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of losers, Master Chen Feng, the newly appointed dean of the Academy of History, does not want to be the leader of the losers.

But he was really about to catch a cold right now.

He stood up, stretched and replied the message.

"Let me inform everyone that I will come and take a look at tonight's lecture."

The other party will reply immediately.

"real?"

This time it was replaced by a voice message.

It still sounds like a female voice with a nice, slightly familiar voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It was the long-haired girl he had met at the School of Life Sciences who might have had more than a one-sided relationship.

Alas, you are so good-looking and still young, yet you believe in my intuition school. You are stupid. What a pity.