Chapter 233 Saint Wenbao (Fog)
"What?"
In the carriage.
Hearing Xu Yun's words.
Thomson, who has always been aloof, showed a rare dull look on his face, and asked Xu Yun:
"You want to go to Cambridge to study?"
Return to God.
Thomson suddenly felt a big hole filling his chest, and he didn't know how to spit it out.
He really wanted to pat the shoulder of the peer in front of him and say please, brother, is that Cambridge University?
Nowadays, not only the entire UK and even Europe, it can even be said to be the highest university in the world right now!
Students who can enter Cambridge are all the best among the best, even if it is a women's college.
The current population of the UK is 27.39 million, and the gross enrollment rate in higher education is 7.5%. (doi:CNKI:SUN:WGJY.0.2007-02-012)
In other words.
Today, across the UK - including Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, as many as 140,000 people take the A-Level, the British university entrance exam, every year!
To know.
Today's University of Cambridge is not like later generations, with a total of 19,000 undergraduate, master's and doctoral students, and an average of more than 5,000 students enrolled every year.
In 1850, the total number of students at the University of Cambridge was only more than 1,700.
In other words.
Even if you ignore graduate students like Thomson, the number of undergraduates admitted to the University of Cambridge each year is only just over 400
If the proportion of graduate students is deducted, the total number of undergraduates is more than 300.
One hundred and forty thousand versus three hundred, the difficulty can be imagined.
Now Xu Yun suddenly proposed that he wanted to enter Cambridge University. I don’t know whether to say he is ignorant or too confident in himself
However, considering that the other party is the savior of himself and Xiaomai after all, some harsh words are not suitable to be spoken openly.
So after a slight hesitation, Thomson changed to a more tactful way and asked:
"Luo Feng, are you going to take the undergraduate or graduate examination?"
Xu Yun was stunned for a moment.
Undergraduate or graduate?
To be honest, he has never considered this issue, and Halo has never given any requirements.
However, due to difficulty considerations, he quickly answered:
"Graduate students."
24 years old, graduate student.
It would be more interesting if the student number is 114514.
Thomson quickly asked:
"Graduate student, right? If I remember correctly, you received your education in the Netherlands?"
Xu Yun nodded. He had used this rhetoric once in the Mavericks dungeon, and now he is very proficient in using it again:
"That's right."
Thomson had a general idea, and saw his eyes drooping, and continued to ask:
"According to the classification of U and H universities in the Netherlands, Cambridge University is a standard U-type university and requires a VWO graduation certificate. Can you carry it with you?"
Xu Yun shook his head very bachelorly:
"No."
“And what about Eindexamens’ special certificate of graduation?”
"No."
"A letter of invitation from the University of Cambridge or the Royal Society?"
"No."
See this situation.
Thomson couldn't help but sigh and shrugged at Xu Yun:
"Sorry, Luo Feng, none of your conditions meet the requirements of Cambridge University, and I am not capable of directly recommending you for admission."
“So it may be a bit difficult to become a current student at Cambridge.”
After speaking, Thomson paused, worried that his words might hit Xu Yun, and then added:
"Of course, you saved my life and Maxwell's. We will never forget this kindness."
"So if you can accept it, I can try to recommend you to become an active employee of Cambridge, such as service or security, etc."
"Not only are the benefits guaranteed, but you also have the opportunity to attend courses. At least it's much better than staying in London and looking for a job without any end."
Finished speaking.
He stared at Xu Yun, waiting for the other party's reply.
Thomson thought that what he said was extremely sincere. As an adult with a normal IQ, Xu Yun should be able to come back to his senses now even if he was a little over the top before.
In fact, it is exactly what he said.
In today's era of rapid industrial development, for an Oriental like Xu Yun to remain helpless in London, it was basically the same concept as waiting to die.
Rather than becoming a fertilizer for Britain's rapid development, it would be better to follow him to Cambridge and become an employee.
Don’t say anything else.
With Xu Yun's skills, he could even get the position of deputy security captain.
You may even be favored by some big shots and become a personal bodyguard with a higher salary, which can be regarded as a step to the sky.
But what surprised him was.
Xu Yun shook his head resolutely:
"Sorry, Mr. Thomson, I still want to be a student at Cambridge University."
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A hint of helplessness appeared on Thomson's face again. He even wondered whether Xu Yun had a brain problem due to breathing in too much smog - how else could he explain that this guy was fine all the way, but now he went crazy? 'Woolen cloth?
Then he rubbed his temples in annoyance, and with the idea of rescuing one last time, he said seriously:
"Luo Feng, Cambridge University is a simple and solemn place of learning. There are many upright professors and school directors. It is impossible for them to agree to your application for admission."
"Of course, if you really insist, I can try to recommend it for you, but the probability."
Thomson seemed to be considering the words at the end of the sentence, and at the same time, he suddenly caught sight of something in the carriage from the corner of his eye. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he pointed at the object and said:
"Let me tell you clearly, if you are admitted to Cambridge University, I will eat that ax on the spot!"
After saying this.
Thomson couldn't help but let out a long breath.
Now that he has talked about this, Xu Yun shouldn't insist on his own ideas anymore, right?
But what surprised him was.
Xu Yun, who was opposite him, didn't make any sign. Instead, he put his hand deep into his chest pocket, took out something, and handed it to him:
"Mr. Thomson, look at this."
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Thomson was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took what Xu Yun handed over.
This is a neatly folded piece of letter paper that looks ordinary, and you can't even see the envelope that serves as a protective cover.
Could it be a letter of recommendation from some Dutch professor?
Or is it a check from a certain Bank of England, which Xu Yun plans to use to bribe himself?
With many questions.
Thomson opened the letter and subconsciously read the beginning of the letter:
"Mr. Fat Fish personally opens the door."
Thomson immediately stopped reading and blinked.
Fat fish?
Why does this name seem familiar?
Then Thomson twisted his shoulders, as if to drive away the strange feeling, and continued reading:
"Mr. Fat Fish, it has been five years since you left without saying goodbye. Uncle William, aunt and Lilani still miss you very much"
".At that time you only left a letter on the stall, informing you that you met your family near Grantham Parish, and then left without even paying for the meal."
Thinking about it.
Thomson's voice became smaller and smaller, his pupils became larger and larger, and his body gradually began to tremble.
After a while.
He looked like he was suffering from late-stage Parkinson's disease, and the letter in his hand was rustling.
However, Thomson did not notice anything strange about his body. He stared at Xu Yun and asked word by word:
"Luo Feng, is this an autographed letter from Lord Newton?"
Hear this.
Maxwell on the side suddenly couldn’t sit still:
"What, a personal letter from Lord Newton?"
I saw him rushing to Thomson's side, with an expression on his face that he wanted to grab it but was afraid of damaging the letter. In the end, he could only say weakly:
"Can I have a look, Mr. Thomson?"
See this situation.
This time it was Xu Yun who shrugged towards the two of them, nodded and said:
"Yes, Mr. Thomson, this is the letter that Lord Newton wrote to Fat Fish. It is guaranteed to be genuine."
“I don’t think it will be difficult to exchange this letter for a student place at Cambridge University, right?”
That's right.
The confidence that allowed Xu Yun to choose the [More Difficult] - [Extremely Difficult] tasks came from this personal letter from Mavericks.
When Lao Su went to Wuzhou Mountain to pay his own grave, Xu Yun unexpectedly received a letter asking for help from Xiao Niu.
In the letter, Mavericks mentioned some questions to him, and Xu Yun wrote a reply based on those questions and sent it back to Mavericks through Aperture.
That reply triggered a second change in the Mavericks timeline, which ultimately directly led to the third dungeon. This is the special era background of the current dungeon.
The letter paper and pen that Xu Yun replied to at that time were all brand-new items provided by Halo. At that time, Halo also generated a table with Jiaran's photo sticker on it.
That is to say.
During this whole process.
Maverick's letter has always been in Xu Yun's hand untouched.
At the same time, after Xu Yun left the space, the letter was also received in his bag together with Hawking's invitation letter.
So after learning that the third copy was the Western world that started in the 16th century AD.
Xu Yun stuffed the letter into his backpack as a means of leaving.
Although in normal history, Mavericks did not actually write this letter.
But Xu Yun doesn’t have to give it away completely, right?
If the opportunity is right.
He could have cut out the parts that did not involve the 'fat fish' and treated some of the contents as letters from Mavericks and friends.
Maverick's handwriting is very representative, and when there are enough fonts, it is easy to distinguish the authenticity. (For details, you can read this chapter in Chapter 23. It says there is Maverick’s handwriting)
Cambridge University is the alma mater of Mavericks. In the real world, Mavericks has always been regarded as the highest, even the dental cup used by Mavericks.
If this thing is put into the hands of Cambridge University, it may be able to obtain some unexpected rewards.
Anyway, the height is just a piece of paper the size of a palm.
What Xu Yun didn’t expect was.
What he traveled through was actually a timeline that had changed twice. After receiving the reply from 'Fat Fish', Mavericks really left behind a lot of theoretical wealth.
In this context.
To the University of Cambridge, how valuable is the ‘Founder of All Evil’ card sent by Mavericks?
Quite literally.
In Wen Yunliu novels, this thing is a true treasure written by a saint, and it is also the 'Tao foundation' of the moment of enlightenment!
In reality, it is definitely a national treasure-level historical relic.
For example, the animal head in the Old Summer Palace, the Mona Lisa in Gaul, the scepter of the Egyptian Pharaoh, and the one across the sea. What is that on the other side of the sea?
Oh forgot.
The country has a barren history for two hundred years.
As for the matter of me ‘knowingly’ Mavericks but pretending to be a passerby, I can completely apply the template of Xiaomai’s pseudonym and explain it clearly in one sentence:
I didn’t know you two well at that time, so of course I didn’t dare to tell you about it.
all in all.
Such a handwritten letter from Mavericks, in this timeline, would not even be able to exchange for a student qualification at Cambridge University
That Maverick can really lift the coffin board - then again, I don’t know whether the Maverick in this timeline was cremated or buried?
However, what makes the Mavericks' spirits in heaven feel a little relieved is that Thomson is obviously not a person who bullies his teachers and destroys his ancestors.
He ignored Xiaomai’s request to read the letter and folded the letter carefully:
"Maxwell, I'm sorry, you are not qualified to touch items of this level yet. I can't promise you this."
Finished speaking.
He took out several envelopes from the package in the carriage.
He first put the folded letter into one of the envelopes, and then continued to put the other envelope in it, and repeated this
In the end, Thomson tried nesting the doll four times before giving up, and then took out the small box that contained alcohol - the one that directly cleaned Xu Yun's wounds.
He took out all the contents at once and solemnly put the envelope into the box.
Finally, Thomson locked the box seriously and held it in his hands with an expression as pious as he was holding a calf's urn.
Finish these.
He then looked at Xu Yun, with a rare smile on his face, and said:
"Luo Feng. No, Mr. Luo Feng, with this letter, I dare to make a guarantee to you now."
"Even Professor Militan, the most staid professor at Cambridge University, will never raise any objections to your admission!"
"We are alumni from now on. Welcome to Cambridge University, Mr. Luo Feng!"
Xu Yun smiled and shook hands with him:
"It is a real honor for me to be an alumnus of Mr. Thomson. Please look after me in the future."
Thomson nodded, turned to Mai and said:
"In that case, Maxwell, let's hurry up and catch up. What are you doing?"
I saw him opposite.
Maxwell held the ax in one hand and waved it in front of Thomson. The expression on his face was as honest and honest as ever:
"Mr. Thomson, didn't you say that if Mr. Luo Feng could enter Cambridge University, you would eat this axe?"
"Come on, open your mouth."
Thomson: "."
Looking at Maxwell who was rejected after his intention to read the letter and turned so dark that he was trying to feed Thomson an axe, Xu Yun couldn't help but shuddered faintly:
really.
Fenmao is wrong, it’s terrible for an honest person to turn black
Having said that.
If Thomson gnawed on this axe, would he no longer have to eat the axe?
Ahem
A few minutes later.
The three people who stopped the farce got back into the carriage.
Sharma snorted loudly and pulled the carriage slowly towards a certain direction.
And just as Xu Yun and the others set off.
In an alley a hundred meters away from them.
Several men in patched coats were holding their arms and looking at the carriage in the distance with cold eyes.
After the carriage completely disappeared from sight.
Several people turned around quickly.
Phew—several slender braids swept through the air, disappearing into the darkness along with the figures of several people.
(End of chapter)