Apocalyptic Forecast

"teacher?"

　　 Huai Shi is all numb.

　　 He struggled from the sofa and looked at the old ghost in front of him: "When did you become my teacher?"

　　 "University is a place to learn, Huai Shi. Time is short! Do you want to spend four years free?"

　　 The principal grinned, looking at the young man on the sofa: "Besides, as a former candidate for the Book of Destiny, a world-renowned educator, is there anyone more suitable for this identity than me?"

　　 said, his eyebrows raised slightly: "I have a hunch that we will have a wonderful time in the past four years!"

　　 "It will be a wonderful fart!"

　　 Huai Shi was furious: "Did you not learn Chinese well?"

　　 "Oh, I am a substitute professor of advanced mathematics and history of philosophy and an archaeologist-would you like to see my degree certificate in Eastern Xia language? It must be better than a high school student."

　　 Huai Shi couldn't help but sneered: "What a coincidence, do you want to see my fifty world-famous school diplomas?!"

　　 "But there is no linguistics in it," Russell reminded.

　　 "……"

　　 Huai Shi got stuck.

　　Although he wanted to refute him that you fart, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems...it seems...not really?

　　 "Don't think about it, it's really not there."

　　 Russell whistled, "I sent it to you, I know it too well."

　　 "So what are you going to make?"

　　 Huai's poetry is almost mad: "Why do you talk so much nonsense, if you want to kill or cut, can't you be happy?"

　　 "It's not that exaggerated."

　　 Russell waved his hand, after thinking about it for a moment, he said seriously: "I just feel that I should be responsible for you."

　　 "Don't tell me! We have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the past, and it's the first time we even met. Don't be responsible!

　　 In the paralyzed state, Huaishi's head shook like a rattle.

　　 was scared.

　　Whoever puts this old **** in charge, who is really bad for eight lifetimes!

　　 "It doesn't matter if you don't want it."

　　 Russell hugged the cat and waved his hand generously: "The Tower of Ivory is also my own personal statement. If young people have different opinions, they can also put them forward. Wouldn't I still hate you because you refute my face?"

　　 said, he looked down at Huai Shi, looking forward to the next answer.

　　 "——Don’t you want to?"

　　 Huaishi rolled her eyes and didn't want to bother him at all.

　　 "Then if everyone has no opinion, this is the case."

　　 So, after a fair and democratic resolution, Russell clapped his hands neatly and settled.

　　 Then, he put away the six machine guns that were about to poke on Huai Shi's forehead. He picked up the cat in his arms and threw it on Huai Shi's body.

　　 There was a bang.

　　 Huaishi hasn't been able to move yet, only feels that he has been punched hard in the stomach.

　　 His face turned green for an instant.

　　 This cat... why is it so heavy?

　　 The old **** is going to kill me!

　　 "This, as a meeting gift for you by the teacher." Russell said with a smile.

　　 "Meeting ceremony?" Huai Shi struggled hard, raised her body a little from the sofa, looked at the fat cat in her arms, frowned: "Just give me a cat? Too bad!"

　　 "Speak to it with respect."

　　 Russell shook his head and reminded, "It's very cold. If you anger it, maybe it will give you some face..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, he saw that the cat had fallen into Huai Shi's arms very affectionately, was caressed by Huai Shi casually, and shook his head against his hand.

　　 got up and licked his face twice, two paws had happily stepped on the milk on Huaishi's belly.

　　 Happy meowing.

　　 "Isn't this cute, well-behaved, and easy to knead!"

　　 Huaishi raised the orange cat with both hands and looked down: "Oh, it's still a big girl...Where is it cold? By the way, what did you just say?"

　　 Russell's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

　　 recalled the tragic past that he had been scratched several times on his face, and there was a mouthful of mother who could not say anything.

　　 And Huai Shi carried the cat, and finally felt a little happy: "What's its name?"

""War and Peace"."

"What?"

　　 "Yes, it is "War and Peace"."

Russell sighed: "When the Utopia was not divided, there were many unwillingness to be lonely. Records would choose their favorite members of the heavenly family, make contracts, and become partners and companions. Just like "Lord of the Flies" and Ulton, " Gone with the Wind, like Ms. Chaschel—"

　　 With Russell's words, the orange cat in Huai Shi's hands has become a broken classic. Even the cover is incomplete, and the content inside is even more vague.

　　 "Only half?" Huai Shi frowned.

"Yes, in the record of rescue excavations from the wreckage of the kingdom of heaven at that time, it was the poorest one--not even one-third of the current one, dying, and after so many years, it has not recovered." Russell sighed, " But now that it’s out of the danger period anyhow, I hope it can be restored to the way it used to be in your hands."

　　The incomplete book turned into a fat cat again, with four paws pulled on Huai Shi's body, as if he was afraid that Huai Shi would leave it here.

　　 Ling Huaishi felt helpless.

　　Let’s do it, just raise a cat. There is such a big horse in the house. Is there still such a shortage of cat food?

"I hope you don't eat much."

　　 Huaishi rubbed its head, and did not object: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

　　"Because there is only half of the book, its nature is difficult to stabilize. You have to remember this: "It will be constantly changing.

　　 The color in the normal state does not matter, but when it becomes a black cat, it is in a state of war, and when it becomes a white cat, it is in a state of peace-but this is actually regular. "

　　 Russell exhorted, “Usually every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, it is the ‘Code of War’, which comes with wide-area offensive gains, and the 246 is a ‘peace treaty’ that can give the group a restorative aura.”

　　 "What about Sunday?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "It is closed on Sunday."

　　 Russell shrugged: "You can't expect a cat to go to work every day, right?"

　　 Sunday holiday is okay.

　　 Huaishi looked at the fat cat in front of him, and began to wonder: Is this thing a bit French?

　　 "Okay, don't read it."

　　 Russell waved his hand: "It's up to you to go home slowly."

　　 "……"

　　 Huaishi was stunned for a long time, scratching his head, a little unsure: "Is this done?"

　　 "Otherwise? Kill you?"

　　 Russell seemed to be amused, and glanced over: "That is indeed the easiest way, and... I used to want to kill you, Huai Shi."

　　 The calm eyes looked at Huai Shi's scalp tingling.

　　 couldn't help but move back a bit.

　　 But Russell paused, and shook his head in a self-deprecating way: "But it's useless to kill you, isn't it?

　　 When the Utopia was still there, since I was fourteen, I worked hard to be its recorder, dreaming of that day.

　　 Even after the fall of heaven, I never gave up searching. But until now, it has not chosen me. "

　　 He said, "I have already lost."

　　 "Since those glorious times are over, why should I be so attached to the joy of the past, so I can't let go of it?"

　　 "If it was forty years earlier, I might also consider how to rebuild the ideal country, clean up the mess, and restore the old view.

But now I don’t have that much energy anymore. Even if I’m free, what I think about every day is how to build the world’s largest swimwear paradise in the Tower of Ivory, in which hot girls in bikinis are laughing for 24 hours. Running in the sun.

　　When I die on the beach chair, there will be many big-breasted female students wiping tears for the passing of their idols... How beautiful. Why waste the last time in your life after wasting a whole life on meaningless things? "

　　 The old man turned his head, stared at Huai Shi, and calmly told him: "That's all you should face, isn't it?"

　　 Huaishi was silent, unable to answer.

　　In all fairness, Huaishi knew how mocking Russell her own existence was. And how big and painful Russell's efforts were.

　　 But the ideal country is still shattered after all, just to maintain the ivory tower to continue, it has almost exhausted his life's time and effort.

　　 Even Huai Shi himself felt that even with his entire life, he might not be able to clean up the mess and problems represented by the Book of Destiny.

　　 Not to mention rebuilding that glorious ideal country.

　　He can feel Russell's confusion.

　　 As early as the beginning, Huai Shi once felt fear and jealousy for the existence of the Book of Destiny, and couldn't wait to get rid of this too dangerous and too heavy mission.

　　 But with subsequent experience, his thoughts gradually changed.

And after countless cycles and trials in the Vientiane celestial sphere, even if there is no detailed memory left, Huai poetry gradually no longer resists the meaning it represents~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was at Russell that Huai was broken. After the greatest secret of the poem, he faced the owner of the Tower of Tooth, this authentic old crowned man, what he thought was not to hand over the book of destiny, but to die.

　　 Knowing that moment, he realized in a sudden that the Book of Destiny had become an integral part of his life.

　　 can't be divided anymore.

　　 "It seems you want to understand something."

　　 Russell chuckled softly: “It’s always a good thing to have an understanding. I hope you can continue to maintain this determination in the future.”

　　 Following his words, the elevator that had left opened again behind Huai Shi.

　　 Ke Huai Shi did not move.

　　 hesitated, he suddenly asked: "Don't you want to look at it?"

　　 For a moment, Russell's shoulder trembled slightly.

　　 The old man turned his back to him, after all, he didn't look back.

　　 "No." He said, "I don't have to..."

　　 As he said, Russell raised his head and looked up at the illusory projection above the sky. "I can see it here every day. Nothing is unusual-have you seen it today, Huai Shi?"

　　 "Yeah." Huai Shi nodded.

　　 "Very well, you should go now, Huai Shi." He waved his hand, "The new teacher is not qualified to stay here for too long. I want to see it a little longer and I won't send you off."

　　 Before leaving, Huaishi finally looked back at the lonely figure under the complicated matrix, and said nothing.

　　 The elevator door closed.