On the morning of April 16, Wei Ran drove Jima’s car to the Hongqi Forest Farm in the suburbs on time.
"Welcome back"
Teacher Dalia, who was already waiting at the door of the main building, greeted with a smile and handed Mr. Gorbachev's traction rope and a heavy backpack to Wei Ran, "Do you know what to do?"
"Know"
Wei Ran took the traction rope and backpack with a grimace, and resigned himself to running in circles around the forest farm. As for the pain on his thigh, he didn't mention it himself, so naturally he could only endure it.
This was the beginning of a tiring and arduous study life that gave him a sense of solidity. In the room on the second floor of the counseling center, Culp, Gorman, and teacher Anna each held a telescope and chatted.
He moved his gaze after Wei Ran, who was running a little out of shape, and the stupid dog that seemed to have been drugged.
"What do you think he still needs?" Culp, holding the telescope, asked with a smile, and the satisfaction in his tone was not concealed at all.
"Practical experience"
Anna responded without thinking, "This little guy's paper grades are excellent, but he obviously lacks experience."
"He's not really a KGB, so what's the use of accumulating all that experience?"
Gorman said dissatisfiedly, "For Victor, he is probably learning these outdated things just to satisfy his inner dream of a little boy who wants to be a hero. Are you really planning to let him assassinate some big shot?"
"Gorman is right."
Teacher Dalia walked in slowly from the outside, "And for us, we don't need him to do the hard work, which is inconsistent with the captain's expectations. In contrast, training him to be a well-known historical scholar
Obviously the benefits are greater."
After hearing this, Culp put down his telescope, smiled and invited everyone to sit down at the coffee table in front of the window, "At least he no longer insists on being a ridiculous war photographer now."
"What does the captain want to do?" Anna asked in confusion, "Is it really just to find something for us to do and make some money to live a better life?"
“This goal is already very good”
Teacher Dalia poured a cup of coffee and asked with a smile, "It's better than guarding a thermal power station burning corpses in Yakutsk, isn't it? Anna, you are a film producer now.
I am now the deputy director of the factory, a position I envy."
"That's right." Teacher Anna raised the telescope again and looked at the constantly moving scenery outside. For a moment, she didn't know whether to express her inner guess.
"Is it because of that incident?" Gorman did not have Anna's worries, "Is the captain planning to use Victor to attack that bastard?"
"That matter has passed, so don't mention it again."
Culp warned, "You will know the other things when the little guy outside graduates. Now let's talk about his study plan for the next half month. I believe you have also noticed that one of his
There seems to be something wrong with my legs.”
"Let's take this opportunity to reduce the time taken up by physical exercise," Dalia said nonchalantly. "It can just be used to learn theoretical knowledge."
"I guess he won't thank you." Gorman seemed to have thought of something interesting, and the pleasure in his tone was not concealed at all.
Dalia said nonchalantly, "When have I ever needed his thanks?"
While these old guys were discussing the course content arranged for Weiran in the next half month, Katenka, who was far away in Turin, Italy, was thinking about his trip to the United States in half a month.
"Let me go this time," said a girl running on the treadmill in the messy room.
"Didn't you say you didn't want to go yesterday?" Katenka, who was doing push-ups on the carpet not far from her, asked sweatingly.
"I regret it." The girl on the treadmill naturally gave an impeccable reason.
"Then go ahead," Katenka, who was doing push-ups, replied cheerfully. "The rabbit meat made that way is delicious. You can try it when the time comes. I can't make it taste like that."
"Don't worry, I'll do it when I learn it." The girl on the treadmill answered extremely confidently.
Hearing this, Katenka subconsciously glanced at the toasted and almost carbonized piece of bread on the table not far away, and suddenly lost any expectations.
As time goes by day by day, May is getting closer and closer. Like a professional dog-licker, Ji Ma still persists in showing his courtesy to Wei Ran's nominal classmate Maya, while the latter is content to enjoy what Ji Ma gives him every day.
The flowers that come to your door and various invitations to play perfectly embody what it means to eat the icing and hit it back with cannonballs.
But compared to them, Wei Ran from Hongqi Forest Farm did not have an easy life. The half-month course was extremely busy from the beginning. Although I don’t know why the physical training only left less than half an hour of swimming every morning.
However, various theoretical courses, etiquette courses and luxury goods appreciation courses squeezed his every day into almost only the time for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet.
In fact, even the little time he spent sleeping at night was not secure. Every now and then, he would be suddenly barged in by a heavily armed Gorman or Anna teacher with a submachine gun put to his head, and then he would be asked a question by a loudspeaker pressed against his ear.
Nonsense questions such as "What were the main literary trends in Europe during the Renaissance and what were its representative works?"
In this half month, which was more about pleasing a few idle teachers than learning cultural knowledge, Wei Ran not only became more and more vigilant when sleeping, but also memorized a lot.
Defined by Mr. Gorman as a "talking resource", he himself defined it as a cold knowledge "pretending to be B material".
Of course, compared to these, those serious theoretical courses that have never stopped and take up an increasing proportion of his time are his real headaches.
These things are not just something that can be fooled by rote memorization. The daily assessment and the ingenious and never repeated punishment items after failing the assessment also make him dare not slack off at all and have to tighten up at all times.
Nerve.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Half a month later, when the time came to the afternoon of April 30, Gorman, who had finished his last class for Weiran, handed over a copy of the book
The slip was handed to Wei Ran.
"What is this?" Wei Ran shivered subconsciously.
"take it easy"
Gorman suppressed a smile and said, "You don't need to read these books. You just need to find five review notes for each of these books from the Internet and read them carefully to know what they are about."
"What are your thoughts after reading this?"
Wei Ran glanced at the book list, which was full of tomes that made him uninterested just by hearing their names. Among them were "How Steel Was Tempered" and "War and Peace", which were regarded as classics, but he didn't know what he was talking about at all.
There were so many famous books that he couldn't stand, and besides these famous works with strong artistic flavor, there were also books like economics and philosophy that he was even less interested in.
"Things that enhance your self-cultivation"
Gorman said with a smile, "I can see from your expression that you have no interest in these, and it's not worth wasting time to actually read them. So just go to the Internet to find some reviews of them. That's it.
When you need to talk about this in the future, at least you can pretend to have read it and express your own opinions.
Believe me, unless you meet people with abnormal brains, they generally can't tell whether you have actually read it or not."
"But...it really saves trouble." Wei Ran looked at the other party dumbfounded, he never thought he could be like this.
"So you see, there are shortcuts to reading."
Gorman patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "For the sake of helping my son Makar, I remind you that when you need to attend class next month, Anna will use it for half a month.
I will take you to meet some of the small shareholders of the studio.
If you are unable to chat with them by then, or act as rude and ignorant as Khrushchev, Anna will probably arrange a surprise for you."
Hearing this, Wei Ran swallowed subconsciously. After spending such a long time together, especially since he helped Gorman go to the United States to see his wife and son, he no longer has any fear of Gorman, and even
To a certain extent, Gorman's attitude towards himself can almost be described as "protecting his cubs".
But correspondingly, Teacher Anna, who once made him feel that he could be called the gentle sister of Hongqi Forest Farm, gradually became the protagonist in every nightmare.
Despite Teacher Anna's usually soft-spoken voice, once she feels dissatisfied, it's like stealing the devil's treasure chest and then being discovered, giving people chills down the back, especially those ingenious punishment methods.
Every time, Wei Ran has the urge to immediately go to the VIP channel and reincarnate as a new person.
As for the two teachers, Culp and Dalia, they are relatively normal. I don’t know when these two have put Wei Ran on an equal footing as a collaborator. Of course, they are only relatively normal.
After secretly reminding Wei Ran, Gorman waited for him to put away his book list before saying, "You said earlier that your girlfriend was going to send a group of tourists to my son's farm?"
Wei Ran nodded, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the dial on his wrist, "They should be on the plane by this time."
"Aren't you going?" Gorman asked with a hint of expectation.
"I won't go. I have to be busy with my graduation thesis recently."
Wei Ran naturally knew what the other party wanted to say, and took the initiative to make a guarantee, "But don't worry, my girlfriend will take more photos of your precious grandson and send them to you."
Hearing this, Gorman's face immediately showed a look of satisfaction, and then he changed the subject and said, "Anna and I have already discussed the story about the guerrillas in Liuban Forest that you mentioned half a month ago.
"
"What's the result?" Wei Ran asked with some expectation.
"Tomorrow Anna will leave for Liuban to see for herself, and then maybe have a chat with the old man named Sergei."
Gorman smiled and said, "If the old man is willing, maybe this story will be included in the future shooting plan."
"What about the organization called Edelweiss?" Wei Ran asked, "Are they reliable?"
"The information Anna has found so far seems to be quite reliable."
Gorman gave an affirmative reply, "This time when she goes to Minsk, she will also try to make contact with the woman named Diane you mentioned."
Hearing this, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Since even Gorman said that the other party was reliable, he might not need to be too wary of Diane and the Edelweiss organization behind her in the future.
