North American cardinals sing on the branches, which is their declaration of their territory.

When Han Xuan saw the Cardinal, the game "Angry Birds" quickly appeared in his mind. There was almost no difference between the two, the same red and the same round.

Both rows of red maple trees are more than ten meters high. Seven or eight villas are built there by the lake near the pond.

Each building is about 100 square meters, with a small garden in front of the door, and the roadside sign says no noise.

Originally, Han Xuan thought he was passing by here, but he didn't expect Principal Gregorian to walk to the door of one of them and stop.

The old man thoughtfully and asked, "Isn't it possible for only those who have made significant contributions to the academic community to live here?"

"yes."

Gregorian raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Isn't that my wife has passed away? I've lived here alone. The children have their own careers and are renting out a single room."

"When the red maple leaves turn red in autumn, this will be the most beautiful place in Brown University. How about it? Are you still satisfied?"

"I like it very much, but it's not disturbing you." Han Xuan replied. Compared to such independent houses, he wants to live with his peers more, of course, which refers to his peers who are psychologically.

The old principal pushed open the gate of the fence and waved back: "Nothing disturbs me, I like children very much. I believe you will get along well with them, Harris, Ramirez, and Isabelle?"

Han Xuan suddenly had an ominous premonition and looked forward. Two men and one woman, three and a half-year-old children were lying behind the curtains. He noticed that Gregorian had discovered it and quietly hid down.

"Maybe I'm a little shy, I'll take you in."

"Principal, can I go to the dormitory?"

"Of course...no, the dormitory of freshmen has been divided this year. There are too many enrollments and they are full. Let's go, go in, go, go in."

"Home! I bought your grandfather for 5 million yuan, thanks!"

...

The decoration of the house is very simple, with a typical Western style, with red and brown floors on the floor.

Gregorian also found a few balloons and hung them on the chandelier, which seemed a bit out of place.

The boy's biggest feeling is that he has many books, unlike the decorative library in a Manhattan villa. I can read all the books here carefully.

The whole room was filled with the smell of ink. If the old principal had not specially picked up second-hand books to buy, he would have read it himself.

There were several suitcases by the wall, and the things were not packed. It seemed that the three roommates who pretended to watch TV on the table had just arrived, and their eyes were constantly turning to this side.

Principal Gregorian half-wrugged Han Xuan and helped introduce: "Some fat people wearing round glasses are Harris, from Phoenix, Arizona. He is fourteen years old and is very familiar with computers. Last year, he attacked IBM's official website and was caught by the FBI following the clues."

"Seeing that he is too young, IBM gave up suing him. There is no suitable major in the middle school, so he was forced to send it here to study. To be honest, I don't know anything about that thing."

"A boy with a little curly hair, his name is Ramirez. He is now thirteen years old. He grew up in a monastery. He could play the church organ simply at the age of seven. He has a very high talent in music. The Chicago Catholic Church recommends him here. Our Brown University has a close relationship with the Catholic Church. I heard him play the piano and it is really good."

The old principal packed up the scattered books on the stool and put them in the boy's ear and spoke quietly.

"She is Isabelle. She just came to borrow from Brazil. She originally planned to go to Harvard. Then I learned the news. She waived her tuition and subsidized scholarships. The old thing in Harvard is not as generous as me, so..."

"So you just pretend to be private?" Old Master Han said when he heard them talking.

"What does it mean to be a fake public service? I am recruiting talents for the school, okay? Mensa Club has been following her since she was four years old and officially confirmed as a member at the age of six. She must have a high IQ."

After Gregorian finished speaking, he turned to Han Xuan and said, "By the way, she is as big as you now."

Mensa Club was established in Oxford, England in 1946. Two people who thought they were extremely smart had a sudden idea and compiled some difficult test questions to test their IQ.

The Mensa test paper generally has 30 questions, 23 questions correctly, and the IQ is 148, which means that you can join the Mensa Club. The test generally takes the questions from attention, observation, logical thinking, imagination and memory. The distribution ratios in these thirty questions are roughly equivalent.

Among the 100 testers, only one or two will be admitted as official members, of which less than 700 are under 18 years old, and even fewer are under ten years old.

Angelica was also a member of the group, and was shocked to hear the news: "A six-year-old member? This has never happened in the history of Mensa Club!"

"Yeah, that's why I recruited Isabelle."

Han Xuan looked confused. The first time he heard about this organization, he hadn't even figured out what it was.

The old principal thought he was depressed and comforted him: "In a few days, someone will give you a test when the school starts. I heard that you can speak French, German and Chinese? Don't worry, it's enough to learn Chinese. With your wisdom, you may not lose to her."

"I still know Divish now. I spent more than two months in the Maldives in winter." Since I can meet three at Brown University, it means that there is never a shortage of geniuses in the world.

I thought that what I did was against the will of heaven by relying on rebirth, but I didn’t expect that there was something more powerful than him, so why should I hide it? It would be better to admit that I am smart.

He tilted his head and looked at the girl, thinking that this guy wouldn't have been through it, Isabelle just looked at this side, looked at him, nodded and smiled.

The boy was even more suspicious and stopped when he saw Isabelle blushing. The old man seemed to be thinking wrongly, secretly pinched his grandson and muttered: "Don't forget New York."

“…”

Han Xuan was speechless.

The first floor is the studio of Principal Gregorian, and there is also a small conference room near the stairs.

After saying hello to the three little guys, I went up to the second floor under the old principal, where there are five separate rooms, and the bathrooms are shared.

Each room is only more than ten square meters, and some are filled with clothes. They chose to leave first if the sun is sunny.

The innermost room of the corridor is smaller than the others. After putting in the bed, wardrobe and desk, there is not much room for activity.

Han Xuan was quite satisfied. Compared to the four-person dormitory I lived in at that time, I lived in. At least I would not be suffocated by smelly socks.

Outside the window, you can see the Brown University playground. It happened to be noon, and many people were exercising there.

There is a big bell on the roof in the distance, and doves fly around it. Before school started, someone picked up a book and hid aside to study alone. According to Martinez's theory, they were either top students or failed the course last year.

There are walls full of graffiti, and the creative intention can be vaguely seen.

“What an imaginative body art.”
Chapter completed!