It is the season for freshmen to return to school, and two special freshmen are welcomed at the door of "Hongzhe" College, a world-class university in Aishinvar, the first dome.
Neither of them looked like students.
The man must be almost 40 years old. Although he was well dressed and clean, he was still invited to drink tea by the security personnel.
But before the tea reached his mouth, another person also entered the room.
This girl is considered to be underage. Although she dresses up to look mature, a little girl is a little girl, and her youthfulness cannot be deceived.
During the time it took to confirm their identities, the two sat facing each other in front of the window near the lake.
Unlike any modern university, Hongzhe Academy is as "old-fashioned" as its original founder.
Looking around, you can't find any technological elements here.
That's why...the process of confirming the identity is so slow that it takes a whole morning...
Submissions were made at every level, implemented step by step, and dispatched step by step. Finally, a person in charge came and took away the two people who were playing the numbers game.
At the intersection of the men's and women's dormitories, the girl suddenly asked: "Hey, uncle, what's your name!?"
The man adjusted his glasses and replied softly: "My name is Han Wensheng."
"Oh! Great! My name is Yang Yurong!"
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"Sooner or later, the college will carry out modernization reforms! This year we specially recruited a group of numerical programming talents. If you say that our school does not even have basic scientific and technological elements, wouldn't it be a joke?" The argument of the innovative school was heard.
His words are reasonable and persuasive.
The old scholar didn't even raise his eyelids.
"A joke? The Hongzhi Academy has been in existence for more than a thousand years. From the time when the empire was at its most glorious to now being accepted by the United Government, who dares to laugh at us?" The young conservative group immediately expressed disdain.
The innovative middle-aged uncle choked, he indeed said a stupid thing.
Over the years, Hongzhi Academy has had tens of millions of students all over the world, and there are countless influential ones. If anyone would laugh at the "old-fashionedness" of Hongzhe Academy, it would be no different than laughing at one's own mother for being ugly.
However, these academic talents who cannot speak are not the only ones present today from the innovative faction.
From the beginning of today's meeting, the new face sitting in the corner attracted many people's attention.
"Xiao Han, I know you are just here for an internship, but since you are here, you have to actively participate, so if you have any ideas, just tell me." The host of the meeting was an old man with white hair and beard.
, he was wearing dark gold pajamas and sitting at the innermost side of the long table. He looked lazy and didn't look like he was attending a meeting, but more like he was here to enjoy tea.
Han Wensheng was listening from beginning to end. After hearing what he said, he sorted it out for a while and then said.
"I listened carefully to what you just said and wrote them all down. To sum up, the participants on the right, headed by Professor Jiang Qi, hold the view that Hongzhi Academy should inherit the traditions and retain the cultural habits left by our ancestors, and
The style of the college cannot be changed, and it is also the characteristic of Hongzhi College...right?"
Jiang Qi is a little black and thin man. He always has a smile on his wrinkled face. After hearing Han Wensheng's words, he nodded slightly to express his agreement.
"Then, the participants on the left, headed by Professor Wu Feng, believe that Hongzhi Academy should move closer to the technological era and should not always insist on low-efficiency operations. Although this is tradition, it is also a burden that should have been abandoned long ago.
……Right?"
Wu Feng was a fat man with a fair face and no beard. He squinted his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Not bad."
"Well, since both of you have your own reasons, why don't we give it a try. In the next year, we will use the entire Hongzhe Academy as a model, and under the premise of allowing students to freely choose their study and life style, we can transform the academy into a new one.
Divide it into two, and one year later, let’s see which college has achieved more, and the one with the less will voluntarily give up its bigotry, how about that?” Han Wensheng said something that everyone understood, but no one dared to say.
Everyone was stunned, hesitant, and talking about it.
Finally, all eyes were focused on the old man attending the meeting wearing pajamas.
The old man actually dozed off. It wasn't until the student who was responsible for taking care of him touched him that he woke up. Then he patted the table three times and said, "Okay! That's it!"
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The split of Hongzhi Academy into two became world news that year.
Because this breaks the rules set by the founder of the college, Yu Hongzhe, more than a thousand years ago.
In order to guide the direction of public opinion, the official spokesperson of the Hongzhi Academy gave the reason: "If it is not destroyed, it will not be established! If it is destroyed, it will be established!"
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In early October of the same year, Han Wensheng's innovative classroom welcomed his first batch of students, which was also the most luxurious class in the history of Hongzhi Academy since its establishment.
Han Wensheng looked at the list data in front of him.
After looking up and comparing, there is...
Han Kongwen, Qin Qing, Qin Wen, Dongfang Ruo, Yang Di, Vaisala Amy, Rusty Stevens Seri, Rustyvin Alia, Yang Yurong...
The person who got this data was Lin Sen, who had been following here.
Ever since he was shocked to hear the truth, he had dived into a series of data that had been deliberately covered up by Victory, and then he saw more and more terrible facts.
This group of people has been a collective since the beginning.
In other words, they knew each other before they set out to influence the entire world.
However... Han Kongwen had not yet replaced himself with a mechanical life form at that time, but from the data, Lin Sen found that Han Wensheng at this time already knew that Han Kongwen was not going to die soon.
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The first class was just a simple understanding. Facing these students who could shake the world in terms of their strength and financial resources, Han Wensheng's performance was already very good. At least he was neither humble nor arrogant.
Peace is the beginning of mutual respect.
After class, Han Wensheng sat down in front of Han Kongwen in the corner of the cafeteria.
After Qin Qing saw Han Wensheng, she left in a hurry. From his expression, Lin Sen saw shock...anger...and unwilling tears.
"It's good to be a bad guy." Han Kongwen only drank this sip of soup in the past three days, and he almost vomited it out.
She put the spoon down, the numbers in front of her eyes still beating.
Han Wensheng held her hand.
"I have discussed it with your father, we will not let you die."
Han Kongwen smiled. Of course she knew that the Han family had this strength... but ever since she came into contact with Amy, she became more and more suspicious and disgusted with this kind of rebirth.
So, she asked a question: "Uncle, you said...if you resurrect a robot with the same memories and habits as me, will I be alive again, or will I die?"
Han Wensheng was smart enough to understand the key points of Han Kongwen's question.
He didn't know how to answer, so he could only comfort him: "Don't think too much, you won't die."
Han Kongwen withdrew his hand, stood up and left his seat.
Yang Yurong, who was not far away, was watching all this. When she saw that Han Kongwen had left and the seat was empty, she immediately came over with a dinner plate.
Yang Yurong, who was familiar with her, looked at Han Wensheng with a smile.
But Han Wensheng has no intention of laughing now...
So before the little girl opened her mouth, Han Wensheng said: "Eat slowly..." and left.
The little girl who was isolated again pouted and could only pick up her chopsticks and compete with the braised pork angrily.
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heavy rain……
The heavy rain made my vision blurry.
This is not a simulation of the weather system, but watering given by the real natural environment.
A dozen black Corina Z0s landed in the middle of a beautiful mountain, but everyone who got off the car had no intention of enjoying the scenery. As soon as they got off the car, a layer of cyclone naturally opened above their heads. After the rain was pushed away, the crowd silently
Move forward in line.
When we arrived at the tomb, the deceased had already been buried.
The indifferent middle-aged man looked at the words on the tombstone with an extremely lonely expression.
Behind him, Han Wensheng also stood there silently, constantly thinking about the words Han Kongwen said before he died.
"Can I really be resurrected? A robot with my memories and habits...is it really me..."
At the moment of his death, Han Kongwen did not wait for an answer.
The funeral ended before dark and the crowd gradually left.
After everyone left, Qin Qing, who was soaked all over, brought flowers to Han Kongwen's tombstone.
He moved the corners of his mouth, not knowing if he was crying or laughing...
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"Slowly, slower!" Han Wensheng's tone was like that of a new father. He put his hands on both sides of Han Kongwen's body and watched her move forward little by little, her body swaying unsteadily.
"Okay! Wenwen is great!"
After receiving the compliment, Han Kongwen looked back with a smile, his face full of childlike innocence and joy.
Although her current body is obviously that of a mature woman, her mind was still that of a child at the beginning.
After finishing today's exercise, Han Kongwen went into hibernation again, and the staff closely observed her body's functioning.
Looking at the beating data, Han Jingyu asked: "Is this your intention, or is it Kongwen's request?"
Han Wensheng answered truthfully: "It was Kongwen's last wish. She said these two people were more like her children than her resurrected body."
There are indeed two sets of data in front of Han Jingyu, one is that of Han Kongwen, the mechanical reconstruction in the adult state, and the other is that of Han Kongwen, the mechanical reconstruction in the juvenile state.
After looking at it for a long time, Han Jingyu said: "Tear down the young one and make it a personal butler."
After saying that, Han Jingyu turned around and left, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment longer.
Han Wensheng was shocked, but he seemed to understand what his brother meant...
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Seven days later, Han Kongwen, whose mental age had reached nine years old, was sitting in the nursery. She held a spherical robot and asked: "What is your name?"
After thinking for a moment, Yuanqiu replied with a smile: "My name is Dian Dian, Miss!"
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A month later, Han Kongwen returned to class.
But at the same time, there was one less person in the classroom.
That was Qin Qing, who left Hongzhe Academy after Han Kongwen was hospitalized due to illness.
Everyone who saw Han Kongwen again expressed concern.
But there was only Yang Yurong in the corner. From the first day she saw Han Kongwen, she felt the difference in her.