It turns out that Powell is such a mad maniac!

But I'm not, even if I take the integration of the earth as my lifelong goal, I don't plan to give this incomparably beautiful planet to foreign invaders. If the planet becomes more prosperous as a result of integration, then I am a hero in the history of mankind. If it fails, it will continue to be ruled by the earthlings, and no one will become interstellar slaves.

Quietly, I began to secretly plan to break away from Dr. Duvine, thinking that as soon as the exchange period was over, I would return to China as soon as possible, and then slowly cut off contact with him. However, going abroad to cross the gold layer is famous, but it will not give me actual wealth. After returning to China, I will definitely no longer be a humble technician, but even if I can climb to the Chinese Academy of Sciences as a researcher and get a salary of 2,300 yuan a month, at best, I will live a better life, and I can still make up enough money to marry a wife, so that my father will die blindly.

Knowing that I was in a hurry to make a fortune and looking forward to finding a woman to marry immediately, Powell looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Qu, instead of spending a lot of effort to do the two things separately, why don't you combine them into one, save effort and save time at the same time?" ”

I don't think I'm stupid, but I always seem imbecile in front of him, and this time, I didn't understand the meaning of his words.

He said to me seriously: "At the Stanford orientation last year, I found out that there was a beautiful Chinese woman named Yao Ziqian in our radio major. That chick has picturesque facial features, convex and backward, as positive as she wants. But there are so many beauties in Stanford that I still prefer the hotness of Western girls, so I didn't bother with her. Besides, I have to be a scholar, right? But I heard that her family is very rich, and a few years ago she contracted a coal mine in a city in northeastern China, and the coal boss is very rich, you know. What should I do after listening to the news I handed over, you shrewd boy must know it, right? After saying that, he squeezed his eyebrows at me for a while.

Yao Ziqian, the new school flower of the Department of Physics, can I, a down-and-out boy, catch up with her? But I don't have much time to stay at Stanford, and if I don't hurry up, when I return to the small city of Ningbo, I'm afraid I will really have to spend the rest of my life with my sick father!

Back in my dorm, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, staring from night to the next morning, and finally mustered up the courage to take the plunge!

I have no money and no appearance, and even those second-rate goods who come to my house for field trips look down on me, so it is impossible to impress Yao Ziqian with these two points alone. Besides, people are so rich, and wealth is not attractive to her......

But I have a strength that vulgar fans can't see—a talent in philosophy and physics! Even if that doesn't work, I still have a killer feature - a tragic family story.

As written in many novels, the rich lady has a lot of money and burns her brain, so she has to sympathize with the poor in order to show her nobility, and the union that thinks that the door is not the right family is called romance. So the cliché material of a beautiful lady eloping with a poor boy is used by novelists all the time, and they are always using it to earn the tears of readers, and the money in their pockets.

To be honest, I don't love Yao Ziqian, and it couldn't be more appropriate to describe my pursuit of her as a scam. But I didn't expect that the children of rich people would be so innocent, and the innocence in her eyes was like a baby who had just opened her eyes to see the world.

But this didn't go well at the beginning, Ziqian's ministers under the skirt are not counted by ten but also by hundreds, I think Powell said that he gave up this Chinese girl because he likes Western girls, just to make excuses for face!

Originally, I had no interest in attending social events, but in order to get her, I contacted Michael. Jackson's concert went, of course, Powell helped me get the tickets. In short, I can endure any kind of hardship and endure any kind of grievance.

Two months later, on the hills of Disc Mountain, I forcibly kissed Ziqian.

She had rejected me twice before, but it wasn't the kind of rejection that was decisive and tough, leaving no room for anything, which both disappointed me and gave me hope.

Generally speaking, women like men to take the initiative, especially for a little girl like her, who is still in her prime and full of unrealistic longings for love, is more likely to be moved by a plot that should be a fairy tale, but appears in a real scene.

I forcibly kissed her, and Powell arranged for a few more students to climb on the oak tree and throw rose petals into the air at the right time.

But Ziqian's reaction at that time was to slap me, turn around and run down the mountain. I was suddenly anxious, as if I saw the tragic state of lying in bed waiting for death after I had grown old.

"Ziqian, I beg you, don't go!" I cried and immediately knelt down for her. My tears were definitely sincere, out of genuine concern for myself.

The kind girl, of course, couldn't bear to leave like this, so I took her hand and made the last killer move. That's when she knew that I was miserable, that I was studying philosophy for my deceased mother, and that I came to Stanford for my seriously ill father, and that if I didn't get married again, my father would die with hatred.

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At the end of the two-year exchange period, my U.S. visa expired, and I had to go back to China. But Ziqian is only in her third year, and she has to wait another year to get her graduation certificate, so I am a little overwhelmed.

What I never expected was that as soon as this silly girl accepted me, she fell into the mud and fell into love, almost to the point of obsession. She resolutely gave up her studies at Stanford, packed her bags and went back to Ningbo with me.

I should be moved, I should hold her in the palm of my hand like a baby, but I am ashamed to tell the truth, and I am indifferent to her kindness. The reason for this is that I have never loved her, and I am only attentive to her for two words: use.

Before leaving, Powell and I had a long talk. He hoped that when I had the money, I could help him build a physics laboratory in a remote mountainous area of China, where the location must be secret and difficult for ordinary people to discover, and he planned to go to China in two years to quietly continue his research on photons and electronics.

The person has not left, the tea has not cooled, I can only be false to him, and I slapped my chest with a snap, but the actual inner voice is saying: Ignore you!

It wasn't until the moment of separation that Powell was willing to confess his truth to me. He made it clear about the deal with the proton people on the dark matter - he developed a timemark for those science walkers that could destroy the Earth's atmosphere in order to open the door to attack the planet, and then take over the planet in a long way.

"The earth has told you to give it to aliens, what else do you get? What's the point of doing this kind of detrimental behavior to the detriment of others and yourself? I asked, puzzled.

I still haven't figured out what his answer meant, he said: "Don't worry, I used the strategy of catching turtles in an urn, and the aliens will not only not take my earth, but will also help me lay down more planets until I dominate the universe and become the king of glory!" ”