Wilson's extremely bad translator is online again.
He had seen the principal's signature before, but who could recognize the curlicues?
This was the first time he knew the principal's full name.
This surname is quite rare.
However, I seem to have vaguely heard the name Ai Craftsmanship somewhere in my previous life...
But he thought about it for a long time and didn't remember it.
"Welcome to Miskatonic in this new semester, where you will swim in the ocean of knowledge..."
The principal's speech rang in Wilson's ears.
Generally speaking, most of these speeches are very boring. The leader talks endlessly on the stage, but the people below are all doing their own things.
Even in a foreign country, everything is the same, and human civilization still has very much in common to some extent.
Before time travel, he basically didn't listen to other people's speeches seriously.
But it was different now. Wilson worked hard to cheer up and listened patiently to every word.
Even if Drom is updating his diary, oh, system log, Wilson certainly can't do nothing and just be a salted fish.
"If you love adventure, our school has organized and sponsored many search activities. The school's expedition team has traveled all over the world, and new blood is welcome to join..."
Jason's mouth twitched in the shadow.
He thought of the death-seeking guys he had seen in various weird and tricky places wearing University of Michigan books and the letter M school badge.
Whether it's the North Pole or the Antarctic, the Himalayas or the Bermuda Triangle, you can always see the University of Michigan expedition team wandering in from nowhere.
It seems that wherever there is danger, Mi Da's figure is there.
Some people even picked up this group of people from the Evil God's lair.
Just for this brave and fearless adventurous spirit... he admired him immensely.
With this level of seeking death, it is estimated that the blood needs to be changed once a year, but even so, it still cannot dampen the enthusiasm of Master Mi.
Around him, there were many young students whispering, their eyes full of excitement. Jason could hear that these people were discussing how to join the expedition team.
"..."
Jason felt that he couldn't understand it.
"The school museum has rich collections, most of which come from the friendly sponsorship of the expedition team and alumni. You can appreciate their unique mystery at regularly held exhibitions. However, the director of the museum has repeatedly emphasized that you must not go there without complete construction.
exhibition hall, this is a serious warning.”
"Every year, students accidentally enter, and it can easily lead to disaster." Director Armitage sighed, "Every year they have to emphasize it, but there are always people eager to try."
"Indeed, the site under construction is very dangerous." Wilson said thoughtfully, "It is easy to be hit by building materials such as bricks."
Even in the 21st century, people are often injured or even killed on construction sites.
"Um……"
Curator Armitage hesitated to speak.
Once again, Wilson beautifully misunderstood something.
"Our school is at the forefront of the world in professional fields such as archeology, mysticism, history, and psychology. It has advanced teaching facilities and strong teachers. If you are committed to exploring the truth of the world, then this school will be your best choice.
Experts and professors in the field look forward to guiding you the way forward.”
Wilson looked to the left, where top students graduated from Miskatonic University, and then to the right, where he saw graduates with Ph.D. degrees from Yale University...
He pushed up his glasses silently, his face expressionless, still looking reliable, confident and mature.
I always feel like a pheasant university undergraduate like him mixed in here is like a husky among the wolves.
In terms of academic research, his unlucky human body is really good... Back then, just doing his graduation thesis and defense cost him half his life.
He thought he would never be able to attend college after graduation, but he didn't expect fate to play such a big joke on him.
If he had known on the eve of the college entrance examination that he would become a Ph.D. from Harvard University, a professor at an Ivy League school, and sit with a lot of big guys, he would probably wake up laughing.
Jason in the dark frowned.
Miskatonic actually encouraged students to explore the truth about the world...
Crazy?
Anyone who comes into contact with that side rarely ends well.
But based on the way UM has always done it... there doesn't seem to be anything strange about it.
That's why he didn't want to come to this place where he didn't know what was hidden inside! Both students and professors here seemed to be more or less infected with madness.
Including the mysterious Professor Wilson... Jason subconsciously wanted to look over, but quickly restrained the impulse.
"Our school library recently ordered a batch of new books, most of which are ancient Chinese classics and materials, coming from the suggestions provided by Mr. Wilson, the new professor of ancient Chinese history. Most of them are in Chinese. If you want to experience the ancient civilization,
Charming, welcome to take the elective study of ancient Chinese history, Professor Wilson warmly welcomes you.”
As the principal was talking, he suddenly mentioned Wilson.
Wilson raised his head suddenly and saw the principal looking at him with a smile and hints in his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, but reacted quickly, stood up with a smile on his face, greeted the freshmen below, and said a few polite words to welcome everyone.
He never expected that when he had dinner with Director Armitage that day, the director suggested that he provide some bibliographies about ancient Chinese books. Wilson wrote down all the classics he knew about pre-modern times. From "The Analects of Confucius"
"Historical Records" to "Sikuquanshu" are all included.
Unexpectedly, the school turned around and purchased these books with great wealth... The University of Michigan really purchased a complete set of "Si Ku Quanshu"! A total of more than 36,000 volumes!
Because of the principal's words, Wilson directly attracted the attention of teachers and students in the school. Many people were curious about what this new professor looked like.
The opening ceremony finally came to an end.
Wilson relaxed a little and originally planned to leave with Director Armitage, but then he was suddenly called from behind:
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson, I have a question to ask you."
A strange voice sounded from behind him.
"Huh? Okay..." Wilson turned around with a smile and saw a fit and well-proportioned young man wearing a black windbreaker and a red mask.
no……
He knows that America is very open, but is it allowed to dress like this on campus in this day and age?
There is still a bandage on the hand...
And, are highlights popular at this time?
Wilson's eyes moved from the young man's white hair with black bangs to the iron scarlet half-mask.
His intuition told him that the visitor was not good. Wilson raised his eyebrows:
"It's not an epidemic now, why are you wearing a mask?"