Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Columbia University campus.

A diverse crowd walks along a trail on the lawn, and the ancient complex is age-appropriate.

The “catastrophe” of a few days ago, which pushed a moratorium on the lives of countless people, was not very peaceful at this moment in New York City as a whole, but the wind did not seem to have affected the campus, and the students were supposed to attend classes, which did not seem to cause too many waves on a daily basis.

After leaving the hospital, the ark on a flight within the North American Alliance was originally intended to disembark and then head straight to Princeton, where the tide came.

He studied here for a month and earned the title of Professor Emeritus during that month.

He also learned later that the title had been reserved for him by Columbia University for a century, just as Jinling University had commemorated him.

More than that, in front of the University of Columbia landmark building, the Thinker Bronze Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later placed.

It was a young man with his hands behind his back, gazing at the thinker's bronze statue, immersed in the world of thought.

The bronze statue was not carved by anyone else.

It's the Ark itself.

Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, a little nostalgia appeared in the eyes of the ark.

“I didn't expect them to actually give me a statue...”

It was at Columbia University that he stood there -- standing in front of that thinker's bronze statue, inspired by a glimmer of passing inspiration -- to complete the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure," which earned him the Hoffman Medal and Nobel Prize for Chemistry.

Because of an inadvertent photograph, I took a picture of him standing with that thinker copper statue.

“… a barrel of bronze was seen in the eyes of a mortal, and he saw the universe. ”

Initially, this was a tweet from a PhD in philosophy, but it didn't occur to me that a century later, this disingenuous play had been engraved on the base of the statue.

“Sir, it's a historic monument. Can you not touch it with your hands? ”

Hearing the sound coming from behind, the forefinger touched the line of inscriptions of the ark slightly stunned, then smiled and took his hand back.

“Historical relics? I'm sorry, I just can't help it. ”

What the hell is that?

The student had a silent expression on his face, but at this moment, when his gaze fell on the face of the ark, he was blind.

“You, are you an ark?! ”

The ark joked and made a good joke.

“If the bag is changed. ”

“But… why are you here? ”

“It's just to swim back, because I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to come back again,” said the Ark, smiling at the student whose face was full of mistrust. "Let me stay here a little longer, and I'll leave in a little while. ”

……

After leaving Columbia University, the Ark took its own little tail, Ben Ling, on a train to Princeton, straight to Princeton's doorstep.

“Commander.”

“What's the matter? ”

“Why would you be interested in some stones? ”

“Rock? Are you referring to these buildings here?” The Ark smiled softly and said, "You misunderstand, I'm not interested in these buildings, I'm just missing the days of the past. ”

Ling missed the point and didn't seem to really understand what the Ark was saying.

However, the idea of further explanation was not given by the Ark.

Looking at the stone library right in front of her, the ark slightly flanked her face and said to Lin.

“You wait here for me, don't move, I'll be back soon. ”

Her pupils flashed slightly, and Lin nodded her head.

“Aye, Commander. ”

Stepping into the Rock Library, the Ark noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf organizing the bookshelf.

For a moment he thought the old man was so familiar. The only difference is that the mended robe is missing and replaced by a gentleman's suit.

Perhaps he noticed the sight of the ark, and the old man who had finished sorting the shelf turned around and looked at the ark standing not far away and immediately gave an unexpected look on his face.

Apparently, he recognized himself.

“You're here? ”

“Well... do you know me? ”

“Are you kidding me? How many people in the world don't know you?” The old man laughed and trembled, walking behind the front desk of the library, pulling up the chair and sitting down, "my grandfather always told me that someone would come here in the future to take his notes and make sure I kept them for him. ”

When I heard that, there was an accident on the face of the Ark, and I laughed and said, "I'm not taking anything, it's the same everywhere I put it... but I'm starting to think that your grandfather might be a wizard. ”

“Maybe. I think that old guy's always nervous, too, but who knows? Anyway, I watched him go to the ground at his funeral.” Mumbling, the old librarian, continues, "Since you're not here to take your notes, is there anything I can do to help you? ”

Ark: “I want to investigate something that happened a century ago. ”

“Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archaeology,” the old man said with a smile, "Go ahead, whatever you want, as long as it's in this library, I can probably help you find it. ”

Ark: “About an alumni journal written by the Ivy Club in Princeton, about a man named David Lawrence… he probably graduated around the 1920s. ”

Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had learned from the San Francisco police that he had broken into David Lawrence's private home.

When I heard that name, memories of the past suddenly came to the mind of the ark.

He clearly remembers that David Lawrence of the Department of History was his first friend to Princeton, and that he introduced himself to the Ivy Dining Club and took him into Princeton's campus life.

At the same time, the Ark knows that another layer of his identity is the successor to the Boston Consortium.

Just something he didn't expect. This old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole thing, was the mastermind behind this centuries-old plot.

Although the intelligent crisis had been lifted, the Ark still wondered what had led him astray.

As the undisputed elite club of Princeton University, Ivy Dining Club has a long tradition of accepting alumni 'material donations while also accepting their personal autobiographies, and then writing alumni for former club members through these autobiographies and the oral testimonials of their associates.

Since most of the people who can join this club are the best in the field, those alumni are even better than some history books.

“Alumni?” The old man's eyebrows raised a little unexpected, "why are you interested in that kind of thing... but just let me look. ”

Due to the large number and variety of alumni, the old man searched the bookshelf for a long time and finally found Lawrence's book.

Back at the library reception, the elderly put two books on the table.

“This book belongs to Lawrence… very surprisingly, I also found yours on it. ”

“Mine?” The ark frowned slightly, “I don't remember… I've left an autobiography or anything here. ”

“Alumni mind doesn't necessarily depend on autobiography, this stuff can always extrude some memories about ‘him' from other people's autobiography,” the old man laughed, “so just look at these things, not necessarily all true, even a lot of them are friends jokes. Anyway, it's not really the history of the Eight Scriptures. ”

“I see...”

When I heard that, the heart of the ark was clear.

If not surprisingly, this was probably written for him by his student Hardy.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but hesitate to open the ark that this alumni wanted to see.

The guy doesn't write drafts when he blows cowhide. He likes to hang the phrase "Professor Lu said” on his mouth all day long.

The ark is a little uncertain, if you turn this alumni spirit around, will you be embarrassed by this “biography” about yourself?

However, reason was eventually overcome by curiosity, and in the eyes of the elderly, the ark eventually opened the door page of the biography.

When he saw the pen writer's signature, he was all stunned there.

[--Vera Puyui]