The Goddess Shines on America

Dealing with the DC Comics matter did not make Alice plan to stay in New York more, because it was already March after all, and even if she had a very high-level reason, it was not easy to ask for leave from school. There are priorities, and in order to be busy filming "Batman" and this whole set of acquisitions, she didn't even participate in the Winodws3.0 conference held in Seattle. Hurry up and rush to grab time, just not to set a record for the longest time off in Eaton's history.

But even so, by the time she finally returned to school, nine-tenths of the first month of classes had been completed. Teachers will not reduce their workload just because they ask for leave, so Alice has to stay up all night to do homework after she rushes back.

It was night, and there was only one day left before April Fool's Day, and the lights were still on in a single dormitory in the girl's No. 8 apartment. If someone peeks through the window with a telescope, they must be able to see a beautiful Asian girl hard at homework, with a posture of hanging her head and stabbing her hips.

However, if they really think so, they are very wrong.

"It turned out to be like this!"

Not in front of the desk, but lying on the bed on one side, Sissy held Alice's last night's notes like a precious treasure, and carefully compared it with her own: "I said why Professor Lauders refused to give me an A, It turns out that this place lacks arguments!"

Alice sat at the table and tapped on the typewriter. This was a treasure she found by accident in an antique shop when she was leaving New York a few days ago. The well-arranged keystrokes are crisp and moving, and there will be a moving sound every time a line is changed. Rows of exquisite and meticulous English letters are continuously written on the paper with uniform and thick pulp, forming a paragraph of beautiful text.

"I told you earlier, but you just didn't listen."

She was writing a story, looking at the orange street lights beside the stone road outside the window at the campus in the middle of the night: "Since you want to take the Harvard MBA as your goal, if you don't work hard now, it will really be too late. Professor Lauders' knowledge of tax law, Even the top lawyers may not be able to match, and you still plan to sleep in his class?"

"Didn't I think I understood..." Sissy said unhappily, because she was really depressed. Due to personal factors, the professor who taught her law class last year resigned and went to Australia to teach. Just after a school year, a new teacher came in. Sissy couldn't get used to the summer homework left for her at all.

"It's okay, if there's anything you don't understand, I'll ask Sophie to teach you on a long-distance call." Alice said casually, but didn't pay much attention to Sissy at all, just glanced at the streetlights outside the window from time to time, and Fingers tapped on the delicate typewriter.

It was true, Alice loved the typewriter to death. People who often use keyboards know that cheap membrane keyboards are far less comfortable to use than mechanical keyboards due to their frustration. Of course, after computer games are highly developed in the later period, the combination of keys does not conflict is also a major advantage of mechanical keyboards. But if you really talk about the frustration of returning to the basics, what can compare to a typewriter, an antique that has been around for hundreds of years?

The world's first typewriter was born in 1808, and the first practical and successful commercial typewriter was delayed until the 1860s. Less than two hundred years ago, it has already been introduced into history with the popularity of the keyboard, which makes every existing typewriter on the market a souvenir worthy of collection. The one that Alice is using uses brass and mahogany as the combined components. It can be described as a boutique among boutiques, a rarity that can't be exchanged for a few cars.

Then, a novel conceived with such a baby will naturally not be a bad street stuff.

"He found what he was looking for in the inside pocket, and it looked like a silver lighter." Sissy didn't plan to spend the night revising her thesis, she was extremely bored and went to Alice's side, I carefully read Ji You's new work.

"He flicked it off, held it high, and with a click, the nearest street lamp went out with a pop. He flicked it on again—and the second lamp went out. The second time, there were only two small points of light in the distance on the whole street, which were the eyes of the cat watching him."

Saying this in her mouth, Sissy raised her head and looked out of the window. On the ancient stone road of the century-old campus, the street lamps in the style of eighteenth-century kerosene lamps were still shining with orange lights.

"It's really my Alice. I can't do this kind of ability to draw inspiration from the surrounding environment at any time."

"Hmph~" After being praised, Alice immediately became complacent, humming, raised her head proudly, continued to tap her shoulders slowly, and said proudly: "It's not just about borrowing inspiration from the surroundings at any time." , a real masterpiece, the past, future, and present are all integrated into one, Sissy, believe it or not, the lighter I am describing now will disappear after this debut, and then wait until the seventh part of the series Come out again suddenly?"

"Part 1, Part 7!?" During the two hours tonight, Sissy didn't even ask what novel Ji You was typing, but when she heard this all of a sudden, she really felt frightened: "You Planning to write a series of novels!?"

"Idle is idle," Alice replied very calmly: "But Sissy, do you want to read my original text first? Remind you in advance, my dear, if you really read it, you will be witnessing history. Woolen cloth."

"You're so arrogant." Sissy curled her lips in disdain, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She stood up until Alice stretched out her hands, and gently massaged her shoulders with both hands. Of course, reading the article is the business, so she won't forget to keep staring at Alice's writing.

Of course, Alice didn't disappoint her, she tapped the typewriter gracefully and lightly with her long and slender fingers.

"If anyone looked out the window at this moment, not even the sharp-eyed Mrs. Dursley would have seen what was happening on the road. Dumbledore put the Deluminator back in the pocket inside his cloak, and then walked down the street He walked away. He sat down beside the cat on the wall. He didn't look at it, but after a while he talked to it."

I was fascinated just by looking at it, but because of the incoherence of the context, when Alice hit "Professor McGonagall took out a lace handkerchief and gently wiped his eyes behind the lens. Dumbledore took a deep breath." He took a deep breath, took out a gold watch from his pocket, and looked at it carefully. The watch looked very strange, with twelve hands, but no numbers, and some small stars rotating along the edge of the dial." At that time, Sissy was no longer Going to work as a maid for the evil capitalist again.

"What about your previous manuscript?"

Alice nodded her chin towards the left side of the desk: "Are you blind?"

"You're blind, go to hell!" Slapping Alice's brains, Sissy picked up the thick stack of manuscript paper and read it impatiently.

Then, this reading can't lift your head.

For a while, the room could only hear the continuous tapping of the typewriter. Its timbre is beautiful and well arranged, as exquisite as big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and it is also like the wonderful performance of the world's top pianist in a solo recital in Vienna. Sissy, who has occupied the magpie's nest, is intoxicated in the world of this modern fantasy novel based on the British world by the bedside light. Unknowingly, when she reads the entire first chapter, it is late at night and early in the morning .

She raised her head and said with unsatisfactory meaning: "Is there any more?"

"Of course." Until now, Alice was still tapping the text: "Chapter 2 is two-thirds finished, are you going to stay up late tonight and wait for me to publish the manuscript?"

"Make the coffee!" Sissy didn't care about anything else, she just jumped to the ground and picked up Alice's freshly baked manuscript. The title of the second chapter immediately caught her eye, and the title "The Lost Glass" immediately aroused her interest.

But Qianqian was not in a hurry to continue reading, but suddenly raised her head and asked in a daze, "What's the name of your book?"

Then there was a bang, and Alice almost grabbed the ground with her head: "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone! You mentally retarded, my name is written on the first page of the manuscript, right!?"

Qian Qian's pretty face flushed, and she glanced at the stack of manuscripts she had just read. The title of the book was impressively printed on the header of the first page. But she didn't intend to admit that her eyesight was wide open. Instead, she said confidently: "You wrote the title of the book on the header, why should I be able to see that kind of corner?"

Alice turned her head, her eyes narrowed.

Then a gust of cold wind suddenly blew the curtains.

"Sissy, do you still want to read my novel?"

Will Sissy be afraid of Alice?

No way.

Taking three steps forward without pausing at all, she separated Alice's legs and sat on one of them.

"Ah hello? Ah hello?"

"See for yourself!"

With a bang, Sissy brought the first manuscript paper with the title of the book printed on the header to Alice: "Can this string of words be made smaller? Fortunately, you spent tens of thousands of dollars on this typewriter. Are you going to kill the rhythm of my eyes?"

Alice glanced at the computer next to the table. As a system newly installed with version 3.0 of Windows, it is of course pre-installed with the Office series of office software written by Alice herself.

"I said dear, have you forgotten that typewriters use international standard font sizes? I can't use it to reduce the size of letters~"

Killing him instantly with one word, but this is not the point at all. When she heard that she was refuted, and was refuted so badly, Sissy was furious.

"I think you don't want to write tonight, do you?"

There was a crackling sound that almost pinched Alice's thigh, and Sissy, who was sitting on it, closed it tightly: "Don't you want to contribute to Bantam again? Believe it or not, I'll put your two damn big legs right away." The long legs are broken off, turning you into a bantam too!?"

Facing Sissy, who was so angry that she might "do something" to herself at any time, Alice swallowed hard, and barely kept a smirk at the corner of her mouth.