I've said that the whole book is over, are you still going to go down?

———

Under the rising moon, Rolf anxiously galloped in the birch forest after nightfall.

In order to maintain balance, the pair of "j"-shaped elastic steel-piece prosthetics of the Wind Ghost have a large touch, and they always have a strange touch when walking on flat ground. However, unexpectedly, the wide touch area makes him rush forward more easily in the snow, especially when he is driving the wind, he is almost like walking on flat ground on the snow.

But Rolf never had the experience of tracing snow, nor had he lived in the north filled with uncooked snow. The central leader of the stars could only see seasonal scattered snow. In the narrow Conmas League, the five city-states in the southeast were even dry and warm. This caused great trouble for his tracking, even if he was the first to discover the abnormality of Serena's carriage and immediately chased him.

The supernatural power of controlling the wind allowed Rolf to follow the wind in the narrow and crowded Hongfang Street, like a fish in water, and his speed was no less than that of the dense birch forest.

But he had to find the boy.

The boy who gave the new birth to the ghost who followed the wind.

Rolf passed through a forest and saw a flat snow field ahead.

His eyes suddenly stopped!

The ghost who followed the wind was shocked and fell on the snow.

Under the moonlight, a charming woman wrapped in a cloak was relaxed.

A seven or eight-year-old boy with his hands tied behind him unresponsively slipped between her fingers and landed on the snow like a murdered prey.

Still motionless.

The charming and confusing woman turned around gently, licked Rolf's tongue, and showed a strange smile.

No.

Rolf fell to the snow in disbelief, his hands tremblingly towards the boy with his eyes closed.

No breathing.

No heartbeat.

No pulse.

No.

That boy.

That adult-like boy.

The boy who gave him a choice.

The boy who saved himself from the abyss of despair.

The magical boy who taught him how to communicate with literacy, spelling and sign language.

Dead.

No.

Rolf raised his head, half of his face hidden behind the silver mask, and he couldn't tell the expression.

"What's wrong?" Serena Corion tilted his head and blinked charmingly: "Oh, are you here to find Little Tails?"

Rolf clenched his fists and stood up slowly, with anger and angry eyes staring at the charming and colorful woman.

"Sorry, he fell asleep." Serena giggled:

"Come and find him again in the next life."

A strong wind suddenly blew on the flat ground.

Serena's face changed!

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Scrape up the snowflakes around Rolf and stir up his clothes.

The ghost of the wind stared at Serena.

He didn't know how strong the woman was.

But he will do his best to make the other party pay the price.

In this way, I owe the boy the debt.

Just pay it back.

But just the next moment, Rolf was shocked to discover:

He was stiff all over.

Can't move anymore.

What's going on?

Is it...he rolled his eyes...this woman?

Serena laughed happily, and her eyes never left Rolf, maintaining the pressure of "pauseful vision".

"Children now," she pouted her lips and shook her head as if distressed, and pointed to her eyes, looking at Rolf who was stiff in place, and said:

"Don't you have to mind when fighting?"

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Very dark.

Very black.

I don't feel the time.

There is no space either.

Why did it suddenly light up?

Too bright, so dazzling.

These are… memory?

Lots of memories.

Familiar or strange scenes flashed rapidly before his eyes.

Chaos.

In the end, only the messy sounds remain:

[The central limit theorem provides sufficient basis for our random sampling... Don't be distracted! Learn these well, at least you can go to the market research departments of various companies after graduation...]

What's this?

["Qi Ren, if you go to a different world waiting to be saved, you will become stronger, farm, climb technology, and fight for the world...will you want to change it?" "Forget it, social changes have never been elusive...unless I am the Creator God..." "Okay, conclusion: This question is meaningless to ask you." "What's the matter with your full contemptuous look?"]

What a familiar voice...

[Class issues are often combined with inequality, education, income, capital, these are common nouns...blau and duncan, remember these two scholars, they will be your nightmare in the next two years... In our era, you would not use logarithmic linear models, so don't want to do social class analysis...]

It's so messy... Why are these combinations illogical...

["Why are you so entangled! Just one sentence, do we want to be together...why are you frowning!"]

Why is everything familiar, but it looks like a layer of fog...

[The key to the logistic regression model is in this probability function. The probit model is actually common to it... If you only understand general linear regression but do not understand logistic regression, don't say that you have learned regression model... There is no other reason, but I think this is embarrassing...]

Where am I...

[Everyone classifies him as one of the three great ancestors, but compared to Weber's extensive citations and scientific arguments, he classified his philosophical meditation that he thought of when sitting on a chair... Some radical scholars, including me personally, think that this is simply an insult to our discipline...]

What is this...but, what a familiar name...

[One-mode's social network can be represented by a symmetric matrix, while two-mode is more complicated... Look at your stupid appearance, have you never learned linear algebra... Have you never learned advanced mathematics, why do you think you are capable of learning this subject well? Fart!]

Wait, I know what these are... I, I have learned, even written, taught...

["I don't know what it is for you to work so hard at home, so I can read so many books, but our old Wu family always has an idea: that is, knowledge may not be useful, but it must be priceless..."]

Who is talking...what are these!

[For example, teachers, school location, class nature, parent income, and the impact of different factors on student performance always plays a role at different levels. Some are at the individual level, some are at the class level, and some are at the school level, and they do not distinguish between different levels. Instead, simply assume that they are effective in the same dimension, the conclusion that "what is most affected by students' grades" is lacking in persuasion... Therefore, hierarchical linear models are commonly used in education to overcome this point, and this principle is also applicable to our research...]

I know...I must know...Damn it, why can't I remember it!

[Marx and Weber have completely opposite opinions on the autonomy of the country... The difference between the two powers defined by Mann is... Have you not read the text? I can't finish reading it? Then why do you sleep a little longer?]

Wait, who am I...Who am I?

[People led by Scochebo began to reflect on the social schemas of Marxists and Parsons' macro theory... The society embedded in history may not function as they expected... The tradition of historical analysis returns to our vision...]

What am I?

[Don't think that qualitative methods do not have to be like measurement. On the contrary, we do not study clear and clear scientific standards in measurement, so we need to argue more to explain the scientific nature of "the reason for using this method" and take the research axis to root your field... Otherwise, you will be no different from writing a news report... It's better to switch to majors and learn news and be a reporter, I guarantee you will earn more...]

Ahhhhhhhhh—

But the next voice contained many clearer and more touching his memory:

["Beth, no matter what method is used, he will survive if he keeps him in the capital... Hold him, this is my bloodline! You know my temper."]
To be continued...