"Ah, the fourth story is actually about me?" The intellectual lady with glasses and a dignified posture showed a bitter smile: "As you can see, I am a pure researcher. After developing the signal of 'Strawberry Shortcake', I have no means to help you."
There is nothing magical about her story, it is just a repetitive and mechanical work of a researcher. She does not even have an independent story space like Ala Udin and Bei Wang, but the story is integrated with reality.
Su Mingan saw the words floating in the air, full of dizzying numbers and formulas.
This is the boredom of scientific researchers.
They respect the essence and originality, and do not ignore it because it cannot be known, nor destroy it because it cannot be explored.
It's 9:45 am.
"...Oh, Ms. Bella, is your friend escaping from the enemy's attack?" People did not recognize that this was their great Lord Olivers, whose face was obscured by the mask.
Old Victor suggested shakily, "By the way...we, below us, is the star destroyer cannon developed by the mechanical race in the first era when they escaped from the pursuit of the undead. It was not allowed to be used before due to ethical issues, and now it is useless to keep it...Ms. Bella, do you want to try it?"
Su Mingan's eyes met Isabella's, and the two exchanged ideas instantly. Su Mingan nodded: "I'll go first."
I'll go to the next story and wait for your start.
Isabella nodded calmly and threw away the glass: "Okay."
I will activate the Star Destroyer Cannon and try to cover your subsequent steps.
Some people who could hold their liquor well stood up and said, "Let's help with the debugging too!" They were all going to die for their crimes anyway, so they might as well do a good deed at the end and help Ms. Bella's friend survive.
"That's right! Anyway, those broken stars have become the love tokens of male and female writers, so why not just blow them up!"
"Haha, Ran Bo is so lucky to be pulled into the Rin tribe. He will definitely become a hero who will go down in history. We can't be left far behind by that guy."
Most of the stars in Rovatha are located below the sky, not in the universe. They float in the sky like clouds.
Su Ming'an's eyes trembled, and for a moment he thought of Tretia, Xu Dong, Ran Bo's crying, the frustrated Lin Hejin, and countless faces buried in history.
"Isabella, give me a token of yours, preferably one that is related to me," he said.
He was worried that Isabella would die in a corner where he couldn't see her while protecting her from a distance, and that the soul ferrying would not be triggered.
Isabella smiled slightly, took out a note from her arms and put it into Su Mingan's hand.
…
[Young man, try to be a gentleman and don't let her catch a cold.]
…
The handwriting was delicate and the paper had already turned yellow.
"..."Su Mingan was stunned for a second, then quickly realized what period this item was from. Feeling a little disappointed, he put the note into his backpack.
He stepped into the next story, and Isabella's slightly aged voice came from behind him:
"……Take care of yourself."
This young man, who was much younger than her, had endured too much suffering.
The sound of the guitar lingered like burning tobacco, and old Mok was still singing his last song, his voice like straw soaked in ash.
"Drink one more glass, drink one more glass, when the moon becomes drunk like a rusty page of a book?"
"When all truths are reduced to rhymes, at least let the martyrs choose the shape of the fire?"
"We're going to set sail, are we going to set sail?"
"Ah, farewell my friend. Will our names be reflected on all the polished lighthouse windows?..."
…
[When Ms. Bella came to the rooftop, she saw the explorers who were about to die. They were like the new generation of "Dean Carr", looking up at the stars drunkenly.]
[“I once dreamed of a world where people were not even allowed to look up at the sky. Because there was a demon in the sky.” Isabella said: “We are allowed to look up at the sky, but the sky is no longer the sky…”]
[She looked up at the stars. They were a pink heart, a crystal diamond ring, and a kiss between a man and a woman... Writers have always been good at sublimating wars in the most lingering and graceful way, as if white bones could give birth to flowers, but...]
[“If everything can be created with a ‘quill pen’ and all scientific laws can be changed with ‘ink’, where is the future of mankind?” Isabella murmured slowly:]
[“If everyone relies on the pen of the creator and the artificially modified ‘natural laws’, where are the objective and accurate scientific theorems?”]
[After bidding farewell to Su Mingan, she heard Old Mike's last song, accompanied by the rough strings of the guitar.]
…
"One more drink, one more drink, my dear friend!"
"Let us raise our glasses and make a wish to the shooting stars, may the wildfires of Rowsa remember the weight of the apple in the past!?"
"Sing one more song, sing one more song, my dear love!"
"We laugh and break empty bottles, but they say apples should fall on the lines of poetry,?"
"The storybooks are full of correct answers, and we are the stubborn shipwreck?"
"When all stories become fairy tales, at least let the bells of the polar churches remember the north?..."
…
[Story name: "Our Story"]
【Creator: Mo Yan】
[Story summary: Xiaoyaozi, a fledgling swordsman, goes by the alias "Mo Yan". He longs to travel the world with his sword, but he decides to return to the people, to the majority of ordinary people, to protect them.]
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