Into Unscientific

Chapter 269 Oops, accidentally.

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Hearing these words from behind, Xu Yun, who was still walking out, was stunned.

next second.

A burst of anger suddenly rose from his heart.

be honest.

With the experience of being a human being in two lifetimes, Xu Yun's thinking may be active because of his young body, but his concentration is always much higher than that of his peers.

Even if Nutrien issued an injunction before, refusing to provide Huadun Biotech with FOERDA-T632 sequence production lines, he only felt a little depressed, but he was not so angry that he lost his composure.

But this time.

Xu Yun couldn't bear it anymore.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked step by step in front of the speaker—that is, the golden-haired middle-aged man:

"Sir, may I ask your honorable name?"

"Aha?"

The middle-aged golden-haired man originally thought that Xu Yun was planning to do something to him, but he was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and subconsciously said:

"Harvey Clement."

"British?"

"That's right."

"How much will you be charged?"

The golden-haired middle-aged man was a little down this time, and a question mark appeared on his face:

"?"

"Don't you understand?"

Xu Yun touched his chin and murmured:

"That's strange. It's the British who can't understand the neon language, so why do they bark like dogs?"

A middle-aged golden retriever can become a member of the Apostle Club, and his IQ is naturally not low, so he understood Xu Yun's meaning on the spot.

I saw his face suddenly sank, and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes:

"Are you scolding me? You know"

However, one step ahead of him, Xu Yun said:

"You want to say 'you know who I am,' don't you?"

Seeing his own words being rushed to answer, the golden-haired middle-aged man was taken aback again, and his face turned red immediately:

"who"

Xu Yun was one step ahead of him again and said:

"Who gave you the qualification to let you speak?"

"Low"

"Lowly oriental—is that the only adjective you can use to criticize people? It's a miracle that you can keep a page in your household registration book in Zaan."

"I"

this time.

Looking at the blond middle-aged man who stopped speaking after only uttering one syllable, Xu Yun looked at him for two seconds and spread his hands together:

"Tell me, I won't guess this time, you don't need to cooperate with me."

"I am going to kill you!"

Under shame and anger.

The blond middle-aged man roared with red eyes, and swung his fist at Xu Yun.

Xu Yun, who had been prepared for a long time, leaned slightly to one side, raised his knees, and pressed against the middle-aged man's abdomen.

"Whoa!"

The middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground clutching his stomach, and kept throwing up filth.

See this situation.

Many members of the Apostles Society couldn't sit still, and stood up from their seats one after another.

Some of them came to the blond middle-aged man with concern, while others glared at Xu Yun and cursed certain words in their mouths.

"Bold!"

"Mr. Clement, are you all right?"

"Get the broom and rag!"

"Where is the security guard, where is the security guard?"

Facing the reprimand from these members, Xu Yun didn't take it seriously at all. He turned his head and cast his eyes on Tennyson:

"Mr. Tennyson, do you also think it is my fault?"

Tennyson glanced at Xu Yun, then at the blond middle-aged man lying on the ground, and the members of the Apostolic Society surrounding him.

After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh.

it is more than words.

Looking at the tired Tennyson between his brows, Xu Yun couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

When Tennyson and others established the Apostles Society, their purpose was actually very, very pure:

Not involved in politics, not asking for money, not ranking high and low, just to let everyone have a secret base where they can chat about dreams and literature.

But when the first member of the Apostolic Society entered the political arena, this society was destined to undergo certain irreversible changes:

Its political value is simply too high, too high.

Nearly thirty years have passed now.

Tennyson is still the same Tennyson, but some people are no longer the pure-minded members of the original society.

Although Tennyson's status is still lofty, his so-called 'founder' identity cannot go against the big forces when faced with the appeals of so many political circles.

Literature and science can beat politics from the perspective of human contribution, but when the three are compared horizontally, literature and science are completely worthless in front of politics.

Of course.

Make sense.

No matter how sympathetic Xu Yun was to understand Tennyson, he was still somewhat disappointed in his treatment of the Apostles Society.

Actually.

What Xu Yun didn't know was.

What the blond middle-aged man said was actually the real history that happened in the real timeline.

The protagonist of the story is called Su Bencho.

That is, the first Chinese student in the history of Cambridge University that was introduced before.

Su Bencho was admitted to St. John's College, Cambridge University in 1892. At a school assembly in 1896, a member of the Apostolic Society named Clifford McKay said this sentence to him.

Su Bencho recorded this incident in his diary. After returning to China, he founded Minli Modu Middle School and devoted himself to the education field.

During his life, he and his elder brother Su Benyan founded six ordinary middle schools and two girls' middle schools.

It is a pity that Su Bencho died of illness in 1948, and he did not really see the rising sun.

What happened to Su Bencho happened to Xu Yun, maybe this is the inertia of history

And just as Xu Yun was talking with Tennyson, the blond man on the ground came back to his senses.

I saw him rubbing his stomach with his teeth bared, and Zhan Zhan stood up tremblingly.

There was no longer the elegant expression on his face, and he stared fiercely at Xu Yun:

"Low, humble oriental, even my grandfather never beat me."

Xu Yun glanced at the golden-haired middle-aged man with villain labels all over his body, thought for a moment, and calmly moved a few ceramic plates to his hand.

Even though duels are still practiced in England these days, and the number of people killed in duels in one year exceeds 300 in England alone, but duels must also pay attention to the basic rules.

For example, in addition to judicial duels, both parties in ordinary duels must have certain identities.

A 'foreigner' like Xu Yun can only accept a duel, but cannot apply for a duel.

Another example is different from judicial duels in the Middle Ages where swords were used.

The life-and-death duels these days are all guns, and the method is actually not much different from the duels of western cowboys.

Although Xu Yun is from 2022, when it comes to playing real guns, he may not be sure that he can beat the middle-aged golden retriever.

Just like those sand sculpture readers in Xu Yunqun in later generations.

You may not know anything about how to chase girls, but when you mention Yuanshen Pesticide, everyone gets excited

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"damn it"

The golden-haired middle-aged man didn't notice Xu Yun's small movements, and was still swearing at himself. Under Xu Yun's multiple critical attacks, he seemed a little out of control:

"If you have the ability, you can kill me with a gun. You kill me? Orientals, do you dare?"

"One day I will set foot on your hometown and bring you oriental bastards together with those Scottish bastards." Clement's original words, except that he originally said Northern Irish offal)

The voice did not fall.

Xu Yun felt that his hands were empty.

When he came back to realize what happened.

Snapped--

There was only a crisp impact sound, and a ceramic plate exploded directly on the golden-haired middle-aged man's head into pieces.

See this situation.

While Xu Yun was surprised, an inexplicable thought popped up in his heart:

Judging by the quality of this porcelain plate, it is obviously not made in China.

The domestically produced porcelain plates of later generations may be broken when they fall to the ground, but they will not fall apart if you hit your head.

Then he moved his eyes to the left, and locked on the .

old soup.

At this time, Lao Tang's chest was heaving violently, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his tone was full of anger:

"Just say it again if you have the guts, don't think I don't know what the forces behind you did not long ago, Harvey Clement!"

"hiss"

The golden-haired middle-aged man covered his forehead with his left hand, licked the blood left along the wound with his tongue, and looked almost maliciously:

"Very well, Thomson, you are doing well."

Then he turned his head suddenly, looked up at Tennyson, and asked:

"Alfred, according to the rules of the society, how should the current members of the Apostolic Society attack the third president, how should they be punished?"

Hearing these words, Old Tang's friend Stanley suddenly became anxious, stood up suddenly, and retorted:

"Mr. Clement, you insulted Scotland and the Eastern Continent first. This is racial discrimination and personal attack!"

"Personal attacks?"

The golden-haired middle-aged man gave a disdainful laugh, reached out and patted the table, and five bright red fingerprints immediately soaked the white tablecloth:

"I'm just expressing my views on current affairs. May I ask Mr. Stanley, which article of British law stipulates that members of the House of Commons cannot comment on international issues?"

"Besides, if you're upset, you can all curse back."

"Alfred, I think we should turn our attention back to what to do with this"

Just as the golden-haired middle-aged man was rambling on, Lao Tang suddenly said:

"Mr. Tennyson, I apply to resign from the Apostolic Society."

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In an instant.

Needle drop could be heard at the dinner party.

Tennyson was also a little surprised by Lao Tang's reaction, and quickly persuaded:

"Student Thomson, you don't have to be like this. Although the Apostle Club has established social rules for conflicts among members, as long as..."

Lao Tang sneered when he heard the words, and then said:

"As long as I apologize to him and write an apology and read it at the next party, I will be forgiven, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at the golden-haired middle-aged man, and spat softly:

"Sorry, for this kind of villain, my bottom line does not allow me to apologize to him-anyway, Clement, didn't you always want to kick me out of the Apostolic Society? Now you have your wish."

Then he looked around, greeted several friends slightly, and said loudly:

"Students and seniors, I, William Thomson, hereby formally withdraw from the Apostles Club, and bid farewell!"

After speaking, he walked to Xu Yun's side and patted him on the shoulder.

He led him to the door without hesitation.

The golden-haired middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Lao Tang's reaction to be so violent, but soon, a wave of joy filled his heart.

He bent down pretending that the wound pain was recurring, and whispered secretly:

"Get out, you two bastards. Ah!!"

As the middle-aged man with the golden retriever was talking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sole of his left foot.

Before he could observe the situation, a voice of apology sounded in his ear:

"Sorry Mr. Clement, I didn't step on you on purpose"

The golden-haired middle-aged man looked up, and laughed a few times when he saw the person who made the sound:

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, it's not intentional."

The other party smiled gratefully, and continued:

"By the way, Mr. Clement, there are two things I want to tell you."

Thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, the expression of the middle-aged golden-haired man suddenly became more solemn:

"What's up?"

"The first thing is... I also decided to quit the Apostles Club."

"?!"

Hearing what the visitor said, the expression of the middle-aged golden-haired man froze immediately.

Then without waiting for him to think carefully, the other party said:

"As for the second thing?"

Snapped--

There was another crisp sound of the porcelain plate exploding.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Avelyn clapped her hands lightly:

"I did it on purpose this time, Mr. Clement."