Columbia University campus.
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took the train to Princeton with his little follower Ban Ling and went straight to the gate of Princeton.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
The "disaster" a few days ago pressed the pause button on countless people's lives. The entire New York City is not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm does not seem to have affected this campus. Students should still go to class. In class, daily life does not seem to cause too many waves.
"But... why are you here?"
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
When he heard the name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
"Mine?" Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I have left anything like my autobiography here."
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
"I see… "
"Why would you be interested in some rocks."
It was originally a tweet from a doctor of philosophy. Unexpectedly, a century later, this inappropriate joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni records are even more exciting than some historical records.
It was only later that he learned that Columbia University had reserved this title for him for a century, just as Jinling University had commemorated him.
"commander."
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
[—Vera Puyoi]
That guy always skips drafting when he brags, and likes to keep saying "Professor Lu said it" all day long.
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
…
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
It was a young man, with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.
Columbia University campus.
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
That bronze statue was carved by no one else.
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
"What's wrong."
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
It was a young man, with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir to the Boston Consortium.
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
Columbia University campus.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
It was originally a tweet from a doctor of philosophy. Unexpectedly, a century later, this inappropriate joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned when his index finger touched the line of inscriptions, and then he took his hand back with a smile.
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir to the Boston Consortium.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni records are even more exciting than some historical records.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
The "disaster" a few days ago pressed the pause button on countless people's lives. The entire New York City is not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm does not seem to have affected this campus. Students should still go to class. In class, daily life does not seem to cause too many waves.
What the hell is being unable to help yourself
"Um...you know me?"
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
That bronze statue was carved by no one else.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
A speechless expression appeared on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
It was only later that he learned that Columbia University had reserved this title for him for a century, just as Jinling University had commemorated him.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"I see… "
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
"You came?"
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned when his index finger touched the line of inscriptions, and then he took his hand back with a smile.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
"Replacement guaranteed."
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"Replacement guaranteed."
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
"commander."
"But... why are you here?"
Columbia University campus.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
Apparently, he recognized his identity.
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
"I see… "
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
"I'm just revisiting my old place, because I don't know if I will have the chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust written on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while. , I will naturally leave after a while."
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
"commander."
"I see… "
…
"Um...you know me?"
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took the train to Princeton with his little follower Ban Ling and went straight to the gate of Princeton.
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
"commander."
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
When he heard the name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.
"commander."
When he saw the author's signature, he froze.
It was a young man, with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.
[—Vera Puyoi]
"What's wrong."
Columbia University campus.
Lu Zhou: "About the alumni magazine written by the Ivy League Club of Princeton, there is a part about a man named David Lawrence... He probably graduated around the 1920s."
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni records are even more exciting than some historical records.
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
"Why would you be interested in some rocks."
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
A speechless expression appeared on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
"Mine?" Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I have left anything like my autobiography here."
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
Ling tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand what Lu Zhou said.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
"But... why are you here?"
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
"Um...you know me?"
However, Lu Zhou had no idea of further explanation.
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
Lu Zhou: "About the alumni magazine written by the Ivy League Club of Princeton, there is a part about a man named David Lawrence... He probably graduated around the 1920s."
However, Lu Zhou had no idea of further explanation.
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
Apparently, he recognized his identity.
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
"Why would you be interested in some rocks."
That guy always skips drafting when he brags, and likes to keep saying "Professor Lu said it" all day long.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
It was Lu Zhou himself.
It was only later that he learned that Columbia University had reserved this title for him for a century, just as Jinling University had commemorated him.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
"As you command, Commander."
"Mine?" Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I have left anything like my autobiography here."
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
[—Vera Puyoi]
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
A speechless expression appeared on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
Apparently, he recognized his identity.
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
"You came?"
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
"Um...you know me?"
"I'm just revisiting my old place, because I don't know if I will have the chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust written on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while. , I will naturally leave after a while."
Because of an accidental photo, he was captured standing with the bronze statue of the Thinker.
"Replacement guaranteed."
"You came?"
[—Vera Puyoi]
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
However, Lu Zhou had no idea of further explanation.
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned when his index finger touched the line of inscriptions, and then he took his hand back with a smile.
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
"You came?"
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
"But... why are you here?"
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
"Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archeology," the old man said with a smile, "Tell me, whatever you want, as long as this library has it, I can probably find it for you."
When he heard the name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
However, Lu Zhou had no idea of further explanation.
At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir to the Boston Consortium.
"But... why are you here?"
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelf turned around and took a look at Lu Zhou standing not far away. A surprise expression immediately appeared on his face.
Lu Zhou: "About the alumni magazine written by the Ivy League Club of Princeton, there is a part about a man named David Lawrence... He probably graduated around the 1920s."
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
"Sir, this is a historical relic. Can you please not touch it with your hands?"
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
"Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archeology," the old man said with a smile, "Tell me, whatever you want, as long as this library has it, I can probably find it for you."
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had previously broken into David Lawrence's private house.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
It was originally a tweet from a doctor of philosophy. Unexpectedly, a century later, this inappropriate joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
It was originally a tweet from a doctor of philosophy. Unexpectedly, a century later, this inappropriate joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
When he heard the name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
"You came?"
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
"Replacement guaranteed."
"You came?"
At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir to the Boston Consortium.
"You came?"
"I see… "
Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni records are even more exciting than some historical records.
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.
Pupils flickered slightly, Ling nodded.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
"A historical relic? Sorry, I just can't help myself."
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
"What's wrong."
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
It was originally a tweet from a doctor of philosophy. Unexpectedly, a century later, this inappropriate joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
"Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archeology," the old man said with a smile, "Tell me, whatever you want, as long as this library has it, I can probably find it for you."
As the undisputed most elite club at Princeton University, the Ivy Eating Club has a long tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their donated personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of relevant people, Write alumni journals for past club members.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
…
Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni records are even more exciting than some historical records.
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
When he heard the name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.
When he saw the author's signature, he froze.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
"Alumni records?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But whatever, I'll look for it."
Lu Zhou: "About the alumni magazine written by the Ivy League Club of Princeton, there is a part about a man named David Lawrence... He probably graduated around the 1920s."
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
Lu Zhou joked kindly.
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
Ling tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand what Lu Zhou said.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
"Replacement guaranteed."
Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
Returning to the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the History Department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy League Eating Club and integrated him into Princeton's campus life.
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
Looking at the Flintstone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
Various people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
"Um...you know me?"
"Mine?" Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I have left anything like my autobiography here."
Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, Lu Zhou felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
"I'm just revisiting my old place, because I don't know if I will have the chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust written on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while. , I will naturally leave after a while."
It was Lu Zhou himself.
It was a young man, with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.
What the hell is being unable to help yourself
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
"I see… "
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
That guy always skips drafting when he brags, and likes to keep saying "Professor Lu said it" all day long.
"You came?"
Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt clear in his heart.
"You came?"
"commander."
If nothing else, this and the alumni history were probably written for him by his student Hardy.
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned when his index finger touched the line of inscriptions, and then he took his hand back with a smile.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took a North American Alliance flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he came here on a whim.
"What's wrong."
"Mine?" Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I have left anything like my autobiography here."
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni magazine, couldn't help but hesitate.
"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's very surprising that I also found yours on it."
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
"I'm just revisiting my old place, because I don't know if I will have the chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust written on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while. , I will naturally leave after a while."
For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
At Columbia University, he was standing there - standing in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a fleeting inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and relied on this The research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
A speechless expression appeared on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.
That guy always skips drafting when he brags, and likes to keep saying "Professor Lu said it" all day long.
"Wait for me here and don't move around. I'll be back soon."
That year, he visited here for a month and received the title of honorary professor during this month.
Due to the large number and variety of alumni journals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found the volume by Lawrence.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
"I'm just revisiting my old place, because I don't know if I will have the chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust written on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while. , I will naturally leave after a while."
"What's wrong."
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral and watched him being buried with my own eyes." He muttered, The old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anywhere I can help you?"
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned a century.
The "disaster" a few days ago pressed the pause button on countless people's lives. The entire New York City is not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm does not seem to have affected this campus. Students should still go to class. In class, daily life does not seem to cause too many waves.
…
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
When he heard this sentence, Lu Zhou had a surprise written on his face, and then he smiled and said: "I won't take anything away, those things will be the same wherever I put them... But I feel more and more , your grandfather may be a wizard."
"I didn't expect that they actually built a statue for me..."
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked to the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that a person will come here in the future and take away his notes, asking me to keep them safe for him."
However, rationality was eventually overcome by curiosity. Under the old man's encouraging eyes, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
“…the mortal eye sees a bronze statue, and he sees the universe.”
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
When he saw the author's signature, he froze.
Lu Zhou was a little unsure. If he opened this alumni magazine, he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.
…
What the hell is being unable to help yourself
"You came?"
It was only later that he learned that Columbia University had reserved this title for him for a century, just as Jinling University had commemorated him.
It was a young man, with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.
"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled softly and said, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss the past days."
[—Vera Puyoi]
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate some things from a century ago."
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
"Alumni records do not necessarily rely on autobiographies. As long as you are willing to put in time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and from your own memories," the old man smiled. He said, "So just take a look at these things. They are not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, they are not serious history."
Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.
Columbia University campus.
Upon entering the Flintstone Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf, arranging the bookshelf.