Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

On the first Wednesday of February, a bright silver flight landed at Paris International Airport.

On the plane, a charming old man, humbled himself to one another by a handsome young man.

“Dean Lu, please. ”

“How can that be, you go first. ”

Normally, the ark would not be excused, but when he thought of the level and occasion of the outside pick-up crew, he subconsciously advised.

No, you can't scream.

I'm just not very good at this sort of thing.

Looking at the canoe, the old man laughed and made a joke.

“If we keep being polite like this, I'm afraid the people out there will start hurrying. ”

Seeing the old man had no intention of making concessions, the ark had to give up humility helplessly and continue on with its hard scalp.

To be honest, Ark Boat never thought that he would just ask Director Lee to help arrange a stopover flight to see if he could get off the diplomat's plane.

However, he had no idea that Director Lee had put himself on this flight.

The old man who had previously humbled himself to each other was not someone else, but the one who often “exchanged letters” with him.

The visit was said to be for the completion of the nuclear fusion plant in Kadalashe and cooperation on the Silk Road.

Because just in early February, I learned that the Ark was just about to go to France, and the elders “dropped by” to take him with them.

All the way from mathematics to physics, from physics to chips, nuclear engineering and space.

The ark was intended to sleep with its eyes closed, but the old man could not hold him to ask the question. For the sake of courtesy, it was not easy for him not to answer, and eventually he could not hold the box.

Good thing he took a nap for four hours before he got off the plane, otherwise he probably won't be able to open his eyes for a while.

He was about to get off the gangway, and suddenly someone called him.

“This gentleman, please wait. ”

Walking to the side of the ark, the airborne lady of the plane reached out her hand to help him tidy up the collar he had broken while sleeping, and then showed a smile of signs on his face.

“That would be much more handsome. ”

“… thank you. ”

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always thought this flight attendant's eyes were a little unnatural.

It's like some kind of carnivore, seeing a big chunk of fat.

Although somewhat embarrassing, the ark couldn't resist a few seconds of small pride in its heart.

Hey, maybe that's what's so handsome about it.

As expected, the array of outside pickups was unusually heavy. The red carpet was laid beneath the gangway, standing beside the concierge in a suit of leather.

In addition to the Ambassador and the Minister for Foreign Affairs of France, even the President is here.

“Welcome to France, distinguished ark academician.” A man in a suit with a tall body approached, passionately stretched out his right hand, "it was a pleasure to meet you. ”

He grabbed the hand of the president and the ark returned politely.

“Thank you. It was nice to meet you, too. ”

With a sunny smile on his face, the man continued.

“I've always heard stories about you, and I was under the impression that most of the scholars who could accomplish this were old people with white mustaches, and I didn't expect you to be younger than I thought. ”

Ark smiled humbly.

“You're too proud. ”

After all, it was a diplomatic occasion, and after two friendly exchanges with the Ark, the President did not continue to stay on his side, quickly focusing on the old man who was walking down the gangway.

The abandoned ark is finally relieved and feels a lot less pressure on the shoulder.

Not that he's frightened.

He has seen a great deal of reports in international forums and summits, and he will not feel anything if he doubles the number of people here.

The problem, however, is that standing here, he represents not only himself, but also the group of Chinese scientists and even the national image of China.

With this much pressure on his shoulder, even if he wants to act relaxed, it's hard to really relax...

……

In addition to the grand pick-up ceremony, there was a national-level banquet waiting for them at night.

The banquet was held at the Presidential Palace and was handled by the mysterious French Presidential Kitchen.

Before the banquet, the ark was actually looking forward to it. However, when the dishes really came up, he felt as if they were not different from the French restaurants he had eaten before.

At least in his opinion, the biggest difference is probably that each dish is a little more sophisticated, a little less.

The only thing that impressed him was a French roasted snail.

As for the impressive reason, it's not because of how good it is, I just didn't expect to see it here...

Objectively, of course, the taste is pretty good.

After all, if it doesn't taste good, they won't serve it either.

In short, the entire party took place in a relaxed atmosphere.

It appears that the Ark does not particularly like to discuss political points of view, and the French side has arranged for him to be approached by a member of the Faculty of Mathematics of the French Academy of Sciences.

At the end of the banquet, he was approached politely by an official of the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs before returning to his hotel.

“Heard Dean Lu was planning to visit Mr. Grotendik's home? ”

The ark nodded and said with a smile.

“I do have this intention, although unfortunately I have not met the old man, but technically he is also my grandmaster. ”

“Professor Grotendik is indeed a respected scholar, both in his attitude to war and in his quest for truth, respected by countless French people,” the French laughed and continued in a friendly tone, "We will arrange a private car for you if you need it, as well as dedicated security personnel. You can go wherever you want, as long as you are in France. ”

The ark nodded with joy.

“Thank you, then. ”

Evening.

After a long day of running, I finally arrived at the hotel where I stayed.

Upon returning to the room, the ark simply took a shower and then couldn't wait to lie in bed, completely unmoved.

While he was still awake, he picked up his phone and brushed the news for a while.

Not surprisingly, I saw a photograph of myself shaking hands with the President of France on the news.

Seeing this, the ark shook its head with a smile.

It was as if he had contracted the big news for the time being.

The heat of the Z particles hasn't faded, and the gourds are still wondering if he can win this year's Nobel Prize in physics, which hasn't been a few days since he painted his face on a diplomatic visit to France in China.

Just as the Ark was about to throw its phone over the nightstand to sleep, a message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

Are you in Paris?

Seeing the news, the ark stunned slightly, reaching out and opening Facebook, which he would not normally use. The people he added were mostly friends he met while studying and working in Princeton, but even if he added them, he rarely chatted and generally communicated by email.

Even more surprisingly, the message came from Molina.

Previously on Happy New Year last year.

Even missed this year.

After a moment of hesitation, the Ark edited a message back.

Yes, what is it?

Molina: [Come out and drink with me.

Ark: “…”

What the hell is wrong with you?

But then again, she's in France.

When did Princeton's vacation become so long?

Without speaking, the Ark silently lifted its phone and sent a photograph out of the window.

Soon, a message arrived.

Molina: [… what does that mean?

Ark: [… Do you think it would be appropriate for me to live in a place like this and sneak out in front of a reporter?

Reporters are not allowed in the hotel.

But it's different outside the hotel.

Sneak out of the Mission's hotel in the middle of the night and go in and out of the bar with a beautiful lady.

Although he and Molina are just friends, and most of the conversations between the two discuss academic issues, no one is likely to believe him even if he explains it that way.

Molina: "…”

Seeing that no message had been sent for half a day, the ark sighed and didn't break the friend's heart very well, so edited a message and sent it over, a bit of a condolence.

[Why don't you come over.

Molina: [Locate hair down.

Without much thought, the ark handled the positioning.

Paris is so big, the traffic isn't so good, and she's probably not interested in seeing the distance.

Drinking this stuff is an intrigue in itself, and for two drinks in a car a dozen kilometers, no one is interested.

However, after the location had passed, no message had been sent back for half a day.

At first sight, Ark was stunned.

Shit?

Is this guy really here?