I’ve already told you that the book is finished, and you’re still turning down the pages?
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Under the rising moon, Rolf anxiously ran through the birch forest after nightfall.
In order to maintain balance, Suifengzhigui's pair of "J"-shaped elastic steel prosthetics have a very large contact area. Walking on flat ground always has a strange feeling. However, unexpectedly, the wide contact area makes him feel uncomfortable.
It was easier to move forward in the snow, especially when he controlled the wind, it was like walking on flat ground on the snow.
But Rolf had never had any experience tracking in the snow, and he had never lived in the north where the snow never melts - the central area of the stars can only see seasonal sporadic snow. In the long and narrow Camus Alliance, the southeast
The five city-states were even dryer and warmer - this brought great trouble to his tracking, even though he was the first one to notice something strange about Serena's carriage and immediately pursued it.
The ability to control the wind allows Rolf to move with the wind like a fish in water in the narrow and crowded Hongfang Street, and his speed is no less impressive in the dense birch forest.
But he must find the boy.
The boy who gave the ghost of the wind new life.
Rolf walked through a forest and saw a flat piece of snow ahead.
His eyes suddenly froze!
The ghost with the wind was shaken and fell on the snow.
Under the moonlight, a charming woman wrapped in a cloak gently relaxed her hands.
A seven or eight-year-old boy with his hands tied behind his back slipped from her fingers without any reaction and fell on the snow like a murdered prey.
like a statue.
The alluring and charming woman turned around slightly, licked her tongue at Rolf, and showed a strange smile.
No.
Rolf fell to his knees on the snow in disbelief, and stretched out his trembling hands towards the boy with his eyes closed.
No breathing.
There is no heartbeat.
No pulse.
No.
That boy.
That grown-up boy.
The boy who gave himself a choice.
The boy who saved himself from the abyss of despair.
The amazing boy who taught him literacy, spelling, and sign language communication.
died.
No.
Rolf raised his head, half of his face hidden behind a silver mask, his expression indistinguishable.
"What's wrong?" Serena Corleone tilted her head and winked charmingly: "Oh, are you here to see little Thales?"
Rolf clenched his fists and slowly stood up, staring at the enchanting woman with resentment and anger in his eyes.
"Sorry, he fell asleep." Serena giggled:
"Come find him again in the next life."
Suddenly a strong wind blew on the flat ground,
Serena's expression changed!
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
The snowflakes were blowing around Rolf, blowing all over his clothes.
The ghost with the wind stared at Serena.
He didn't know how strong the woman in front of him was.
But he will do his best to make the other party pay the price.
In this way, I owe that boy a debt.
Just pay it off.
But just the next moment, Rolf was shocked to discover:
He was stiff all over.
Can't move anymore.
what happened?
Is it...he rolled his eyes...this woman?
Serena laughed happily, her eyes never leaving Rolf, maintaining the pressure of the 'pause gaze'.
"Children these days," she pouted and shook her head as if in distress, nodded the side of her eyes, looked at Rolf who was frozen in place, and said:
"You don't have to use your brain to fight?"
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Too dark.
So dark.
Can't feel the time.
There is no space either.
Why did it suddenly light up?
It's so bright, it's so dazzling.
These are...memories?
So many memories.
Familiar or unfamiliar scenes flashed rapidly before his eyes.
Chaos.
In the end, only messy sounds remained:
[The central limit theorem provides sufficient basis for our random sampling... Don't get distracted! Learn these well, and at least you can go to the market research departments of various companies after graduation...]
What's this?
["Qi Ren, if you were in a different world waiting to be saved, would you become stronger, farm, advance in technology, compete for hegemony... would you want to change it?" "Forget it, social changes are always inevitable.
Elusive...unless I am the God of Creation..." "Okay, conclusion: there is no point in asking you this question." "What's the matter with your eyes full of contempt?"]
Such a familiar voice...
[Class issues are often combined with inequality, education, income, capital, these are common terms... Blau and Duncan, remember these two scholars, they will be your nightmare in the next two years... In our
In that era, if you didn’t know how to use log-linear models, don’t even think about doing social class analysis...]
It’s so confusing...why these combinations have no logic...
["Why are you so confused! Just one sentence, should we be together...why are you frowning!"]
Why does everything seem familiar, yet there seems to be a layer of fog...
[The key to the logistic regression model lies in this probability function, and the probit model is actually the same as it... If you only understand general linear regression but not logistic regression, don't say you have learned the regression model... nothing else
The reason is, I just think it’s embarrassing...]
Where am I……
[Everyone classifies him as one of the three great patriarchs, but compared to Weber's extensive quotations and scientific arguments, his kind of philosophical meditation that he came up with while sitting on a chair is classified as... Some radical scholars, including me personally, think
,This is simply an insult to our discipline...]
What is this... But, it’s such a familiar name...
[The one-mode social network can be represented by a symmetric matrix, while the two-mode is more complicated... Look at your stupid looks, haven't you ever studied linear algebra... Why haven't you studied advanced mathematics?
Think you have the ability to learn this subject well? Fart!]
Wait, I know what these are...I, I have studied, even written, taught...
["I don't know what the use of working so hard at home and reading so many books for you is, but our old Wu family always has an idea: knowledge may not be useful, but it must be priceless..."]
Who's talking...what the hell are these!
[For example, teachers, school location, class nature, parents’ income, the impact of different factors on student performance always play a role at different levels, some at the individual level, some at the class level, some at the school level, etc.
To distinguish the effects of different levels and simply assume that they are effective in the same dimension, the conclusion of "which student performance is most affected" is unconvincing... Therefore, hierarchical linear models are often used in education to overcome this point.
This principle also applies to our research...]
I know... I must know... Damn it, why can't I remember it!
[Marx and Weber have diametrically opposite views on the autonomy of the state...The difference between the two types of state power defined by Mann is...haven't you read the text? Can't finish it? Then why don't you take a little sleep?]
Wait, who am I... who am I?
[People led by Scotchpo began to reflect on the social schema of Marxists and the macro theory of Parsons...The society embedded in history may not operate as they expected...The tradition of historical analysis has returned in this way.
It’s in our field of vision...]
What am I?
[Don’t think that qualitative methods don’t have to be like measurement. On the contrary, we don’t have clear scientific standards for quantitative research, so we need to demonstrate the scientific nature of “the reason for using this method” and carry the research axis with it.
Take root in your field... Otherwise you will be no different from writing a news report... It is better to change your major directly and study journalism as a reporter. I guarantee you will earn more...]
Ahhhhh——
But the next voice contained many clearer and more touching memories:
["Bess, no matter what method you use, keep him in the capital, he will survive... hold him, this is my bloodline! You know my temper."]
["This one's name is Thales... Go to the sixth house, look at this stupid look... Kid, I guarantee you won't survive the second year."]
["No! No! Don't hit me! Don't! I just...just...ah!"]
["You really don't want to drink water? It's obviously right next door!...Listen to me, I'll come up with a plan!"]
["My name is Karak! I heard that you are the leader of your house? From today on, you have to give me half of your money!"]
["This is the last potion, no more! You...don't come here again...wait! There are some old clothes here, take them..."]
["Little devil, you want to call me sister Yara!"]
["Standing on the sky, transcending the gods, looking down at all living beings... You can say 'no', but you can't refuse. This is just the first time you have lost control."]
["I know that you have something that he doesn't have."]
["Don't King Nun want fairness... Use my son's life in exchange for his son's life!"]
An unprecedented amount of memories flashed back in an instant.
"Wait a minute, the smell of danger... is the same as six or seven hundred years ago..."
"You are always careful... don't worry, mother will take care of it."
"No, it's not dead yet... It's really a powerful vitality. Even though no one is trying to save it, it's still rising. With this trend, it will rise back up soon..."
"Well, I can feel that my mother is still hesitant. She doesn't reject it, but she doesn't like it either."
"Oh, my God..."
"Why are you so alarmed?"
"Have you ever seen such mixed blood and mixed souls... How is it possible! Unless the Alchemy Tower and the Soul Tower cooperate..."
"Don't lose your composure! Keep your responsibilities and stay out of things on earth... not to mention that the three magic towers have been destroyed for thousands of years..."
"A thousand years, huh? My long-term memory is getting worse again..."
"Mother has made a decision... Let it flow and let it rise... Get ready to open the reverse flow gate."
"Reverse flow gate? No way? It just went back to one level more than thirty years ago... It's too short. Will mother allow this frequency? At least until the previous one goes back down again..."
"Don't ask, don't say anything, this is mother's will! Just obey it!"
Immediately afterwards, he felt that everything around him was shaking violently!
"boom!"
"Crack!"
As if something shattered, he seemed to hear a clear crisp sound.
The next moment, as if emerging from the water, he smoothly inhaled a breath of air amidst the invisible pressure and darkness!
More than just a breath of air.
That is a force.
Power beyond mortals.
He - Thales Brightstar - remembered who he was again.
Also coming back at the same time were his senses!
The pores all over the body seemed to open in an instant, greedily accepting information from the outside world. The sluggish joints no longer rubbed, as if they were lubricated by a force.
The blood gathered in the skin returned to the blood vessels as if it had heard the instructions, providing life nutrients. The heart, which was overspeeding due to lack of oxygen, returned to a regular rhythm and beat slowly - only stronger than before.
And powerful.
Thales felt it.
A force started from an unknown corner in the body, rose rapidly, and instantly filled the whole body.
The pain in his throat slowly disappeared, and he could even feel that many small and hidden wounds in his body were slowly being repaired.
Soon, Thales felt the cold beneath him, the strong wind around him, and Serena's familiar laughter.
Like a drowning person being revived, Thales suddenly opened his eyes!
Then, he looked at the sky tremblingly, opened his mouth wide, and took in a breath of air that he had not seen for a long time, as if he had been separated for many years!