Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Skyboat Space Station.

Vera with the ticket, as the other boarding passengers crossed the gangway, found their seats and sat down.

This is the first time she's ever been in a big guy like this, even the first time she's stepped into space. The feeling of her feet off the ground facing the stars created an almost instinctive discomfort.

However, thinking about going further afield with him, Vera took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down and distracted herself by looking east and west to make herself look less nervous.

“Looks like a lot of people have been going to Mars lately. ”

Hearing the chatter coming from the side, I was thinking about how to distract Vera and looked over there unconsciously.

It's just that it's a foreign girl with a peaked cap and blonde hair. She looks a little older than herself. She always has a little natural penetration in her eyes, making people unconsciously feel the stress.

Not knowing how to take this sentence, Vera nodded her head and said in an uncertain tone.

“Seems… yes. ”

“After all, the war is over, and it's called a place of opportunity, and there should be a lot of dreamers who want to see it… and they don't know how the direct administration of trans-Asian cooperation will make a difference there.” Looking at Vera, who was forced to look at her, Andrina stunned for a moment and grinned and said, "Sorry, my occupational illness has been committed again and I have spontaneously said something that you are not interested in. ”

“No, I'm actually quite interested...” Vera blinked and cast a curious glance at her, "Are you a journalist? ”

“Andreena, editor-in-chief of Le Monde, is also a future novelist," Andreena smiled and reached out her right hand, looking at Vera and saying in a friendly tone, "Nice to meet you... look at you, from the Slavic League? ”

“No…” shook her hand gently, Vera shook her head, "I am a resident of Pan-Asian cooperation. ”

“Pan-Asian cooperation? It's not easy to get their registration," Andrina's expression suddenly flashed. I got confused and looked at the little girl, “I see, your husband is Pan-Asian. ”

Vera's cheeks were slightly hot and she opened her mouth to try to explain it, but she didn't know how to explain it for half a day before closing her mouth again.

It just so happens that there was a slight tremor at the feet of both of them.

This tremor made Vera unconsciously nervous. However, Andreena sitting next to her was used to it, with no facial changes.

“Don't be nervous, this is what happens when a passenger ship starts… So this is your first trip to Mars? ”

“To be precise, for the first time in space,” Vera leaned nervously against the seat, her little hand grabbed the seat belt dead, and the voice said in a slight hurry, "Is there really no problem? ”

“Rest assured, Pan-Asian Airlines has never had an air crash in so many years... well, you shouldn't have said the word at this time, anyway, you're worried it's superfluous," noting that the passengers next to you saw it, Andrina stirred a little embarrassingly, then took a business card out of her makeup bag and handed it to Vera, "this is my card, if you encounter any difficulties on Mars, you can call me. ”

Not many people still use paper business cards these days, but not entirely. Andreena is one of them, partly because of professional factors, and partly because of pure habit.

Vera: “Thank you...”

“You're welcome,” said Andrina, grinning, "my favorite thing about helping cute, polite girls, by the way, I don't know your name yet? ”

“Ah, sorry," I suddenly remembered that I hadn't introduced myself yet. Vera's cheek was red and she hurried, "My name is Vera Puyui...”

“Ms. Puyoy? It's a good name. ”

It always felt like the name was familiar, as if it had been heard or seen somewhere.

But Andrina didn't think much about it, because soon she was going to see the idol in her mind - the man called the Peak of the Human Mind, and right now she had to grasp every minute and every second of it to perfect that interview.

Meanwhile, just tens of thousands of kilometres away in London, a young professor, thin, curly hair, wearing a washed white beige shirt, is walking back and forth in his office and frequently throwing his gaze at the watch worn on his left wrist.

“These fucking French... I knew punctuality was a joke to them. Wait a minute, Frank. Doesn't that mean I'm still waiting for them? ”

Looking at the watch in his hand repeatedly, Leonard chewed his teeth, but there was no way.

Prior to that, he had contacted more than a dozen media outlets, yet none of them were interested in his research except Le Monde.

Leonard bet they didn't even finish their thesis.

Beyond that, there were a few small media outlets who approached him, but when they offered to make minor changes to his thesis to make it look “more topical”, he blasted them all out in anger.

“These guys… think of science as something. ”

Appointment time is up.

I haven't even seen a person.

Not even a good reporter came, not even a phone call to explain.

Unstoppable Leonard tried to make a phone call to the woman who interviewed her, but the only thing on the other end of the call was a blind voice.

“Well, I see, it seems they won't be here today...”

I complained angrily, and Leonard walked behind the desk, asshole. The crotch sat on the chair.

In this university, he's like an extremist, and nobody cares about his research, not to mention how prosperous civilizations have been bred by little life on Mars.

Even every time he talks about it, people react with surprise and ridicule without exception.

And when he wanted to go the other way, first gaining the support of the media and the public, to gain enough attention for himself, the reaction of the major media made him frustrated for a while.

…

Even so, he has not given up.

Leonard's mouth rearranged a hint of self-confidence as he accidentally landed on a bottle placed on the bookshelf.

There's a fossil in there.

As for its origins, coincidentally.

That's what he found in his pocket when he left the Long Triangle.

Don't even think about it. It must have been the ark. Because he knew very well that that terrible trip to Mars, not to mention the excavation of fossils, had almost turned himself into a fossil, and there was no leisure time to pick it up.

But also thanks to this stone.

To think of it, his pupils were rekindled and the whole person regained his confidence.

Soon he will be able to fulfill his father's will...