Into Unscientific

Chapter 233: Saint's Cultural Treasure (Fog)

"What?"

In the carriage.

Hearing Xu Yun's words.

Thomson, who has always been aloof and cold, had a rare look of dullness on his face, and asked Xu Yun:

"You want to study at Cambridge?"

After returning 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 this peer in front of him on the shoulder, and say please brother, is that good for Cambridge University?

Now the whole of the UK and even Europe, it can even be said to be the highest university in the world right now!

The students who can enter Cambridge are all the best of the best, even in women's colleges.

The current population of the UK is 27.39 million, and the gross enrollment rate of higher education is 7.5%. (doi: CNKI:SUN:WGJY.0.2007-02-012)

In other words.

Today, in the whole of the UK - including Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, there are as many as 140,000 people who take A-Level, the UK university entrance exam, every year!

To know.

Today's Cambridge University is not like the later generations. There are as many as 19,000 undergraduates, masters, and Ph.D. students, and an average of more than 5,000 people are enrolled each year.

In 1850, the total number of students in Cambridge University was only 1,700.

In other words.

Even ignoring graduate students like Thomson, the number of undergraduates enrolled by Cambridge University is only a little over 400 each year.

If the proportion of graduate students is deducted, there are more than 300 undergraduates at most.

One hundred and forty thousand against three hundred, the difficulty can be imagined.

Now that Xu Yun suddenly proposed that he wants to enter Cambridge University, he doesn't know whether to say he is ignorant, or whether he is too confident in himself

However, considering that the other party is the savior of himself and Maimai after all, it is not suitable to say some heavy words clearly.

So after a little hesitation, Thomson changed to a more tactful way and asked:

"Luo Feng, are you going to take the undergraduate or postgraduate entrance examination?"

Xu Yun was taken aback for a moment.

Undergraduate or postgraduate?

To be honest, he really didn't think about this issue, and Halo didn't ask for it.

However, considering the difficulty, he quickly replied:

"postgraduate."

24 years old, graduate student.

It would be more interesting if the student number is 114514.

Thomson quickly asked again:

"Graduate, right? If I remember correctly, you were educated in the Netherlands?"

Xu Yun nodded. He used this set of rhetoric once in the Mavericks dungeon, and now it can be said to be very proficient in using it again:

"That's right."

Thomson had a rough idea, and saw that his eyes were drooping, and he continued to ask:

"According to the division of U and H universities in the Netherlands, Cambridge University is a standard U-type university and requires a VWO certificate of completion. Can you bring it with you?"

Xu Yun shook his head very bachelorly:

"No."

"And what about the special certificate of completion from Eindexamens?"

"No."

"An invitation letter from Cambridge University or the Royal Society?"

"nor."

See this situation.

Thomson couldn't help but sighed, and shrugged at Xu Yun:

"Sorry, Luo Feng, you don't have any qualifications that meet the requirements of Cambridge University, and I can't directly recommend you for admission."

"So it may be difficult to become a student at Cambridge."

Thomson paused after speaking, worried that his words might hurt Xu Yun, so he 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 be an active employee of Cambridge, such as service or security, etc."

"Not to mention the guarantee of benefits, and the opportunity to sit in on courses, at least it is much better than staying in London and looking for a job endlessly."

finish talking.

He stared at Xu Yun, waiting for the other party's reply.

Thomson thought that what he said was very sincere. As an adult with a normal IQ, Xu Yun should be able to regain his composure even though he was a little over the top before.

In fact, as he said.

In today's era of rapid industrial development, for an orientaler like Xu Yun to stay in London helplessly, it is basically a concept of waiting to die.

Rather than becoming a fertilizer for the rapid development of the UK, it is better to follow him to Cambridge as an employee.

Don't say anything else.

With Xu Yun's skills, he could be the vice captain of security at the very beginning.

They may even be favored by some big shots and become bodyguards with higher salaries, which can be regarded as reaching the sky in one step.

However, to his surprise.

Xu Yun shook his head resolutely:

"I'm sorry, Mr Thomson, but I still want to be a Cambridge student."

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Thomson's face once again showed a hint of helplessness. He even wondered whether Xu Yun's brain had gone wrong due to inhaling too much smog—or how could he explain that this guy was fine all the way, but he was a little crazy at this time 'Woolen cloth?

Then he rubbed his temples with some annoyance, and with the thought of saving him one last time, he said earnestly:

"Luo Feng, Cambridge University is a simple and dignified place to study. There are many upright professors and school trustees in it. It is impossible for them to agree to your application."

"Of course, if you really insist, I can try to recommend it for you, but this is a probability."

Thomson seemed to be considering the words at the end of the sentence. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the carriage. A flash of light flashed in his mind, pointing to it and saying:

"Let me tell you this, if you can be admitted to Cambridge University, I will eat that ax on the spot!"

Finish these words.

Thomson couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Now that he has talked about this, Xu Yun should not insist on his own ideas anymore, right?

But to his surprise.

Xu Yun on the opposite side didn't make any expression, but put his hand deep into the inner pocket of his chest, took out something, and handed it to him:

"Mr. Thomson, look at this."

"?"

Thomson was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously took what Xu Yun handed over.

It was a piece of neatly folded letter paper, which looked ordinary, and even the envelope used as a protective casing could not be seen.

Could it be a recommendation letter from a Dutch professor?

Or a check from the Bank of England, Xu Yun intends to bribe himself with this?

With many questions.

Thomson spread out the letter, and subconsciously read the beginning of the letter:

"Mr. Fat Fish."

Thomson immediately stopped reading and blinked.

Fat fish?

Why does this name seem familiar?

Then Thomson twisted his shoulders, as if trying to expel the strange feeling, and continued to read:

"Mr. Fat Fish, five years have passed since you left without saying goodbye. Uncle William, Aunt and Lilani still miss you very much."

"...you left a letter on the stall saying you had met family members near Grantham Parish and left without paying for your meal."

Thinking about it.

Thomson's voice was getting smaller and smaller, but his pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and his body gradually began to tremble.

After a while.

He looked like he was in the late stages of Parkinson's disease, and the letter paper in his hand was rustling.

However, Thomson didn't notice the abnormality in his body at all. He stared at Xu Yun firmly and asked word by word:

"Luo Feng, is this a letter from Lord Newton?"

I heard this.

Maxwell on the side couldn't sit still:

"What, Sir Newton's personal letter?"

I saw him striding towards Thomson, with an expression on his face that wanted to grab it but was afraid of damaging the letter paper. In the end, he could only say weakly:

"Could I have a look, Mr. Thomson?"

See this situation.

This time it was Xu Yun who shrugged at the two of them, nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. Thomson, this is the letter that Lord Newton wrote to Fat Fish, and it is exactly the same."

"I don't think it will be very difficult to exchange this letter for a student quota at Cambridge University?"

That's right.

The confidence to support Xu Yun's choice of [difficult] - [extremely difficult] tasks comes from this Maverick's personal letter.

When Lao Su went to Wuzhou Mountain to visit his own grave, Xu Yun accidentally received a letter of help written by Xiao Niu.

In the letter, Mavericks mentioned some problems to him, and Xu Yun wrote a reply letter based on those questions, and sent it back to Mavericks through Aperture.

That reply triggered a second change in Mavericks' timeline, which eventually directly led to the third dungeon. That is the special era background of the current dungeon.

At that time, the letter paper and pen that Xu Yun replied to the letter were all brand new items provided by Halo - at that time, Halo also generated a table with Jiaran's photo posted on it.

That is.

During this whole process.

The Maverick's letter has never been touched in Xu Yun's hands.

At the same time, after Xu Yun left the space, he and Hawking received the letter in his bag together with the invitation letter.

Therefore, after learning that the third copy is the Western world that started in the 16th century AD.

Xu Yun stuffed the letter together into his backpack, filling it with supplies for his departure.

Although in conventional history, the Mavericks did not actually write this letter.

But Xu Yun doesn't necessarily have to give it away in its entirety, does it?

If the opportunity is right.

He can cut out the parts that don't involve 'fat fish', and sell some of them as letters from Mavericks and his friends.

Maverick's handwriting is very representative. With enough fonts, it is easy to distinguish the authenticity from the fake. (For details, you can read this chapter in Chapter 23, which says that there is Maverick’s handwriting)

Cambridge University is the alma mater of the Mavericks. In the real world, the Mavericks have always been praised as the highest, even the tooth cups used by the Mavericks.

If this thing is handed over to the University of Cambridge, maybe you can get some unexpected returns.

Anyway, the height is just a piece of paper the size of a palm.

What Xu Yun didn't expect was that.

What I traveled through was actually a timeline that had been changed twice. After receiving the reply letter from 'Fat Fish', Maverick really left a lot of theoretical wealth.

under such circumstances.

For Cambridge University, how valuable is the "root of all evil" sent by Mavericks?

without any exaggeration.

This thing is put in Wen Yunliu's novels, it is a proper sage's handwritten treasure, or it belongs to the "Dao foundation" at the moment of enlightenment!

In reality, it is also a national treasure-level historical relic.

For example, the beast heads in the Old Summer Palace, the Gaul Mona Lisa, the Egyptian pharaoh's scepter, and the one across the sea. What about the one across the sea?

Oh forgot.

The two-hundred-year-old country has a barren history.

As for the fact that Maverick pretended to be a passer-by when he 'clearly knew', he could use the template of classmate Mai Mai'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 speak out about it.

all in all.

Such a Maverick's handwritten letter, in this timeline, if you can't even get a Cambridge University student qualification

That calf can really lift the coffin boards—speaking of which, I don’t know if the calf in this timeline was cremated or buried?

However, the Mavericks' spirit in heaven can feel a little relieved that Thomson is obviously not a generation of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors.

I saw that he ignored Maimai's request to read the letter, and carefully folded the letter:

"Maxwell, I'm sorry, you are not qualified to touch items of this level, I can't promise you this matter."

finish talking.

He took out a few 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 on it, and so on.

In the end, Thomson nestled dolls four times before giving up, and then took out the small box containing alcohol—the one that directly cleaned Xu Yun's wound.

He took out all the contents in one brain, and solemnly put the envelope into the box.

Finally, Thomson locked the box seriously and held it in his hands with a pious expression like holding a calf's urn.

Finish these.

He just 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 promise you right now."

"Even the most staid Professor Millitan at Cambridge University will never raise any objections to your admission!"

"We will be alumni from now on, welcome to Cambridge University, Mr. Luo Feng!"

Xu Yun smiled and shook hands with him:

"It is my honor to be an alumnus with Mr. Thomson. Please take care of me in the future."

Thomson nodded, turned to Mai and said:

"In this case, Maxwell, let's hurry up and catch up with the full quota. What are you doing?"

I saw him opposite.

Maxwell held the ax in one hand and shook it in front of Thomson, with the honest and honest expression on his face as always:

"Mr. Thomson, didn't you say that if Mr. Luo Feng can enter Cambridge University, you will eat this ax?"

"Come on, open your mouth."

Thomson: "."

Looking at Maxwell, who was rejected when he tried to read the letter, and was so blackened that he was trying to feed Thomson an axe, Xu Yun couldn't help but shudder:

really.

Fenmao is wrong, honest people are too scary to be blackened

anyway.

If Thomson gnawed the axe, wouldn't he need to eat the axe again?

cough cough

After a few minutes.

The three of them stopped the farce and got back in the carriage.

Sharma snorted crisply, pulled the carriage and walked slowly in a certain direction.

And just as Xu Yun and the others set off.

In an alley a hundred meters away from them.

A few men in patched coats were holding their arms at this moment, looking at the carriage going away with cold eyes.

After the carriage completely disappeared from sight.