As a result, he easily defeated countless small town test takers and upgraded from a village entrance's wrong question collection to the King of Litang.
now.
He is facing an interview.
"Which province are you from?"
The reporter, who seemed somewhat politically wrapped, asked the question.
Electricity was running wildly in my mind.
Of course he knows the meaning of province.
But as my thoughts raced, I couldn't help but look up at the starry sky.
A tiny planet like the Earth cannot produce heavy elements.
The iron in the human body comes from brilliant supernova explosions, and the zinc in the blood comes from the dust ejected into the universe after two neutron star collisions.
Even trace amounts of copper require witnessing the death of a white dwarf, and even the most insignificant amount of cobalt comes from nebulae billions of light years away.
In a sense, human beings are born to belong to the vast universe and are children of the stars.
Step into the stars.
It is the long-cherished wish and meaning of mankind.
When humans establish the Galactic Empire ten thousand years later, will the province still exist?
The answer is obviously no.
When humans step into the galaxy, at that moment, provinces, countries, and even planets will no longer be important.
But it is not a good idea to just immerse yourself in the brilliant starry sky.
People need care.
Use concern to prove yourself.
In the age of the Milky Way, that concern may only belong to the bond of reproduction.
“It’s not from Sichuan Province, and certainly not from the Tibetan Autonomous Region…”
"I was born to my mother."
The Jiaozi murmured, and a crown gradually emerged on his head, and he almost roared like a snow leopard.
He wants to talk to the galaxy.
Then--
"Are you there?"
Like a needle piercing a balloon, the font from the chat group swallowed up the snow leopard's roar.
Russell: “…”
He looked at the chat group blankly.
The girl opposite seemed to be still waiting for her response.
"...I...I don't know how to describe my feelings."
"But, I...I think I kind of want to take you to see the sea and see my hometown."
Just look at the font.
It seems that I can already imagine the stammering appearance of the person on the other side.
"Killer whales - compared to the matriarchal society of ancient humans, this is a more thorough matriarchal society."
“Although ancient human civilization is described as a matriarchal society, it is not the women in the family who hold power, but the uncles.”
“That is, a matrilineal society with uncles as the chieftain.”
"And killer whales are a full-blown matriarchal society."
"The entire group is led by older females, who use their rich experience and knowledge to guide the entire group of whales."
In order to use it to make something to deal with Xigua, Xukong Wanzang, who was temporarily hung at his waist, made a sound.
This was the first time it took the initiative to communicate with Russell.
The sound sounds pretty good.
It has a bit of a speechless feel, rather than the sound that Otto's dog would shake his head at the sight of.
——This guy, Xukong Wanzang, finally remembered that his original form was a flat-breasted beautiful girl, not a blonde and blue-eyed conspirator.
"Because of the influence of the Originium, the social structure has been changed to be similar to that of humans, but some of the past ethnic history remains, which seems understandable."
Russell: “…”
Skadi.
The word "marry" may not be a slip of the tongue, but means "marry" in the literal sense.
so...
Does she really hope to marry over here?
He looked at the killer whale girl's speech and was silent for a long time before he spoke.
Things are getting a little outrageous.
Family members, let’s go and see Xigua and Alicia in the distance.
"Let me calm down for a while."
He hastily sent this message in the chat group, preparing to calm his mind.
"...Am I rejected?"
Then came a reply full of disappointment.
Just look at that font.
We can all imagine that the killer whales behind us are probably huddled together, with sad faces that say “I’m not sad at all”.
Russell: “…”
asshole.
Don't rely on your cuteness and act like a self-destructive fool to attract people to be your son-in-law!
"The Shadow Legion sent me information about Surtel and Alysia's whereabouts. I have to go after her."
"...Give me some time to process the situation, and I'll give you an answer tonight."
That Jiaozi silently added a few lines of words in the chat group.
Then, close the group chat.
He picked up Xukong Wanzang again, and picked up his mobile phone, connected it to Xukong Wanzang, and asked it to copy and print all the reference books of the Leitania Academy of Art.
Then, he rushed into the elevator with a textbook in his arms and met a mirage dragon.
"This is for you. I remember that this school's admissions are quite strict."
Russell handed out books one by one.
Schumann Academy of Arts.
In terms of art alone, it should be considered one of the pinnacles of Terra.
Every year, countless country painters wander around the gate of the university, crying and begging, hoping that the palace of art will open to them.
However, in a subject that requires talent, begging is useless.
Therefore, they often end up selling stick drawings on the street, designing flyers, or doing graphic design.
It is extremely cruel.
The dragon girl opposite was stunned. She stretched out her little hand, hugged the first book, and then opened it.
The painting was completely different from Dayan's, which made her eyes light up.
What a peculiar way of drawing.
interesting.
She hurriedly continued to flip through the scroll, and every time she turned a page, a smile appeared on her face.
However, although the expression of these paintings is very good, the techniques are indeed a bit rusty.
Is it a student's painting?
That seems pretty impressive.
And the cursive characters are all well written.
The students' paintings are all remarkable, so the professors must be extremely talented people.
The mirage dragon was very excited.
"Let's take the exam together in two days?"
She looked at Russell and, in a rare move, suggested moving around more.
"Ah."
"As long as we take care of that idiot next, it's time to go to Leitania."
Russell nodded.
From a common sense point of view, a low-level painter like him who has not learned painting systematically is only fit to be a painter in Leitania with an Austrian.
But, Black Crown is a skill duplicator, so you can definitely pass it by just finding a professor to copy it.
Of course, by then, it would be debatable whether the prefix of the Schumann Academy of Arts should be Leitania.
"Who are you talking about, idiot?"
Those words made the Mirage Dragon girl stunned, but the man opposite had already opened the window.
"It's better not to get to know that kind of troublesome guy."
He waved and said, then jumped down and disappeared in the wind.
That scene.
The mirage dragon's beautiful face showed a little dullness.
What are you busy with again?
Is this guy too busy?
After a long time.
She came to her senses and stroked the book that was given to her.
That was a reference for students at Leitania's school.
The application process is also included above.
and so--
Being idle is also idle.
Why not try projecting a few pictures yourself?
...
...
...
Tremont.
Countryside.
A beautiful woman with beautiful red hair rides a motorcycle across the wilderness.
Motorcycles are a hobby that is not suitable for women, especially large-displacement motorcycles.
The equipment, the handsome helmet, the exposed machinery, and the freedom of moving against the wind really give people a feeling of "freedom" and "coolness".
But pretending to be cool is risky.
