British writer

London School of Economics and Political Science,

London Political Science and Economics for short, is a professional research university.

(Actually, it was not called London Political Economy at that time. For the sake of unification, the modern name was simply used here.)

Together with Oxford University, Cambridge University, Imperial College of Technology and University College London, it is known as the G5 super elite university, and many well-known politicians are alumni of London Political Science and Economics.

But the school was established in 1895 and had just been incorporated into the University of London Union in 1900, so the first undergraduate degree hadn't even been awarded yet.

In short, the current scale of LSE is very small, with only a few hundred students.

Nikati Nikolic is one of them.

He was cats and cats in the library of the University of London at the moment, his eyelids were battling and he was snoring slightly.

Snapped--

Someone tapped him on the left shoulder.

Nikolic turned around, but saw no one.

result,

"Here~"

The sound came from the rear right.

Nikolic couldn't help sighing, and muttered, "Tilly, are you all bored? How old are you still playing such childish tricks?"

Thierry Solomon was his classmate,

Both prefer the library of the University of London to the library of LSE, because the former has more books,

They have encountered many times here by chance, and they have become acquainted with each other after coming and going.

Solomon sat down beside him,

"What? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Nikolic hasn't slept well these two days,

He had just read Chapters 5 and 6 of "And There Were None" before, and he didn't think it was enough. He took out the previous chapters for two consecutive nights, and after lying down, he was still going through the plot in his head until the middle of the night. to fall asleep.

This kind of reason for not doing business properly must not be said, so as not to be ridiculed by friends.

Nikolic said: "You know, my roommate is a Frenchman, and every day he knows the waves..."

The French are really rough.

Solomon smiled and said, "How dare you call him French? You Spaniards are not much better. Besides, you don't want to live in a single room, and you went to share a room with others. Didn't you ask for it?"

Nikolic couldn't help rolling his eyes,

"Will you give me money to live in a single room? If you want, I'll move to Adelphi right away. Anyway, I've had enough of where I live now. The room is only a few square meters, and it's very inconvenient to go to school. I have to go half an hour earlier every day." Set off."

Solomon quickly comforted: "Okay, okay~ The scenery where you live is beautiful."

Nikolic snorted coldly,

"The scenery is beautiful. As long as you don't go to school, everything is really beautiful where I live."

Solomon scratched his head,

"Ah...well... that's right! Tower Bridge! There is no distance between you and Tower Bridge, and most people can't see that scene if they want to see it."

Speaking of Tower Bridge, Nikolic gets angry,

"Now that the weather is getting colder, I'm afraid that when I cross the river, I will be blown into the ditch by the wind. Oh no, I can't even cross the river when the tower bridge is lifted."

Resentment came to my face.

The topic of the dormitory is completely out of the question.

Solomon raised his hand in surrender, took out a copy of "Manchester Guardian", and said, "Okay, okay, I will apologize to you? I haven't even read today's newspaper, you come first."

The Manchester Guardian is popular among young people because of its avant-garde nature as a left-wing newspaper,

Especially college students like this rebellious feeling.

Nikolic held out his hand to take it,

"Thank you~"

He turned directly to the page of book reviews, wanting to read what the newspapers said about "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and "And There Were None."

It is said that the "Manchester Guardian" has an absolutely independent position, and he wants to see if it is true.

Unexpectedly, the book review page is extremely clean,

It reads in large bold letters:

THE SCOTSMAN

SOLD

20,000 COPIES!

The Scotsman

sold

Twenty thousand copies!

...

The entire book review page has only these simple three lines, without any other content.

But it was these words that caused an inexplicable restlessness in Nikolic's heart, as if a raging fire had been ignited, which could not be extinguished no matter how cold water was poured on it.

Probably because he didn't sleep well last night, he was a little exhausted,

"Well... this is..."

Solomon looked up,

"What's wrong?"

Nikolic glanced at the book that Solomon was flipping through, and found that it was "Seashore Magazine". He was holding a lot of words in his chest and didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he said, "I've finished watching."

Solomon was astonished,

"So fast?"

Certainly not so fast.

Nikolic simply couldn't see it because he was emotional.

At this moment, all he could think about was the phrase "The Scotsman sold 20,000 copies", and he didn't know what magical power these words had, they were imprinted in his mind like a stamp of thought, and he couldn't help it. erase.

"Forget it, don't read it."

Nikolic waved his hand and returned the "Manchester Guardian".

Solomon didn't care, and just took it.

He threw the "Seashore Magazine" aside, quickly flipped through a few pages of "Manchester Guardian", his eyes stayed on a certain page,

After a few seconds, his breathing became short of breath and his face flushed.

Nikolic could not help being surprised,

He was very sure that his state just now should be similar to that of Solomon now.

Snapped--

Solomon closed the newspaper.

Nikolic cast a searching look, and said cautiously, "Terry, what's wrong with you?"

Solomon's eyes flickered, and he didn't rush to answer. Instead, he cast his eyes on the "Seaside Magazine" and muttered in a low voice, "It tastes like chewing wax."

With that, he turned to Nikolic,

"Nigati, have you watched the new Sherlock Holmes series?"

Nikolic replied: "I read it, but I haven't finished it. I'm the same as your evaluation, and it tastes like nothing. Dr. Doyle seems to have lost the ability to innovate, and Holmes also behaved like an actor who has been reluctant to leave the scene for a long time. crappy."

Solomon was speechless: "Tsk, you are not afraid of being chased and killed by Sherlock Holmes' fanatical readers when you say this?"

Nikolic blinked subtly,

"Aren't you?"

Solomon shook his head,

"Of course not. People have to grow up. I used to like Sherlock Holmes, but now I like another suspense novel."

The air suddenly became quiet,

"..."

"..."

"..."

Suddenly, Nikolic said, "It turns out that you also read "And There Were None."

Solomon laughed,

"It seems you are too."

He turned the "Manchester Guardian" to the book review page, and then said: "I don't know what's going on, but when I look at these words, I always feel excited. The last time I felt this way, it was the first time I came into contact with Fei. Frontierism."

Nikolic did not take over,

But judging by his expression, it was obvious that he had the same idea as Solomon.

The so-called "less is more\

,"Since the master architect Ludwig put forward this idea, this minimalist attitude has affected the whole world. From the design industry to the advertising industry, these four words are regarded as the golden rule.

But people in 1900 had never seen this trendy gameplay.

Solomon and Nikolic only thought it was subtle, but they couldn't tell where it was.

The two were silent for a moment, and said in unison: "There are some experts among the editors of "Manchester Guardian"..."