Hearing these words from behind, Xu Yun, who was still walking out, froze.
The next second.
A surge of anger suddenly rose from his heart.
be honest.
With the experience of two lifetimes, Xu Yun's thinking may be active because of his youth, but his concentration is always much higher than that of his peers.
Even if Nutrien issued a ban before and refused to provide the FOERDA-T632 sequence production line to Huadun Biotech, he only felt a little depressed, but he was not so angry that he lost his temper.
But this time.
Xu Yun couldn't help it anymore.
He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked step by step in front of the speaker, the middle-aged man with golden hair:
"Sir, may I ask your surname?"
"Aha?"
The middle-aged golden-haired man originally thought that Xu Yun was going to do something to him. Hearing this, he was slightly stunned and subconsciously said:
"Harvey Clement."
"British?"
"That's right."
"How much will I deduct from you?"
The middle-aged golden retriever was a little down this time, and a question mark appeared on his face:
"?"
"Don't you understand?"
Xu Yun touched his chin and murmured:
"That's strange. The British don't understand the neon language, so why are they still barking?"
A middle-aged man with golden hair must have a high IQ to be a member of the Apostolic Society, and he understood what Xu Yun meant on the spot.
His face suddenly darkened, and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes:
"Are you scolding me? You know"
However, Xu Yun was one step ahead of him and said:
"You want to say, 'You know who I am,' right?"
Seeing that his words were being answered, the middle-aged golden-haired man was once again stunned, and his face immediately turned red:
"who"
Xu Yun once again took a step ahead of him and said:
"Who gave you the qualification to speak?"
"Low"
"You lowly Oriental people say that this is the only adjective you can use to troll people? It's a miracle that you can keep one page in your household registration book in Zu'an."
"I"
This time.
Looking at the blond middle-aged man who only uttered one syllable and then stopped talking, Xu Yun looked at him for two seconds and spread his hands:
"You tell me, I won't guess this time. You don't have to cooperate with me."
"I am going to kill you!"
In shame and anger.
The blond middle-aged man roared with red eyes and punched Xu Yun.
Xu Yun, who had been prepared for a long time, turned his body slightly to one side, raised his knees and pushed the middle-aged man's abdomen.
"Ugh!"
The middle-aged man immediately clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, vomiting out filth.
See this situation.
Many members of the Apostolic Society could not sit still and stood up from their seats.
Some of them came to the blond middle-aged man with concern, while others glared at Xu Yun and shouted certain words.
"Be bold!"
"Congressman Clement, are you okay?"
"Get the broom and rag over here!"
"Where is the security? Where is the security?"
Facing the reprimands from these members, Xu Yun didn't take it seriously at all. He turned around and set his sights on Tennyson:
"Mr. Tennyson, do you think this is my problem too?"
Tennyson glanced at Xu Yun, then at the blond middle-aged man lying on the ground and the members of the Apostolic Society surrounding him.
After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh.
it is more than words.
Looking at Tennyson who looked a little tired with his brows, Xu Yun couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart.
When Tennyson and others established the Apostolic Society, their purpose was actually very pure:
No politics involved, no money seeking, no hierarchy, just a secret base where everyone can chat about dreams and literature.
But when the first member of the Apostolic Society entered the political arena, the society was destined to undergo certain irreversible changes:
Its political value is simply too high.
Now nearly thirty years have passed.
Tennyson is still the same Tennyson, but some people are no longer the pure-hearted members of the society.
Although Tennyson's status is still lofty, when faced with the demands of so many political circles, his so-called 'founder' status cannot go against the powerful forces.
Literature and science can beat politics in terms of human contribution, but when the three are compared horizontally, literature and science are completely worthless in the face of politics.
Of course.
Reason is reason.
No matter how sympathetic and understanding Xu Yun was to Tennyson, he was still a little disappointed in his treatment of the Apostolic Society as a collective.
Actually.
What Xu Yun didn't know was.
What the blond middle-aged man said is actually the true history that happened exactly as it happened in the real timeline.
The protagonist of the story is called Su Benchao.
He is the first Chinese international student in the history of Cambridge University who has been introduced before.
Su Benchao was admitted to St. John's College, Cambridge University in 1892. At an on-campus assembly in 1896, a member of the Apostolic Society named Clifford MacKay said this to him.
Su Benchao recorded this incident in his diary. After his return, he founded the Minli Magic City Middle School and devoted himself to the education world.
During his lifetime, he and his brother Su Benyan founded six ordinary middle schools and two girls' middle schools.
It is a pity that Su Benchao died of illness in 1948 and could not really see the sun rise.
What happened to Su Benchao happened to Xu Yun. Perhaps this is the inertia of history.
While Xu Yun was talking to Tennyson, the blond man on the ground also came to his senses.
I saw him baring his teeth, rubbing his stomach, and stood up tremblingly.
His face no longer had the elegant expression before, and he stared at Xu Yun fiercely:
"You humble Easterner, even my grandfather never beat me."
Xu Yun glanced at the golden-haired middle-aged man with villain tags all over his body, pondered for a moment, and quietly moved several ceramic plates to his hands.
Although duels are still popular in England these days, and the number of people killed in duels in England alone in a year exceeds 300, duels also have to pay attention to basic rules.
For example, in addition to judicial duels, both parties in ordinary duels must have certain identities.
A 'foreigner' like Xu Yun could only accept a duel, but could not apply for a duel.
Another example is that it is different from the judicial duels that used swords in the Middle Ages.
These days' life-and-death duels all use guns, and the method is actually not much different from the duel of Western cowboys.
Although Xu Yun is from 2022, when it comes to playing with real guns, he is not necessarily sure that he can beat the middle-aged golden retriever.
Just like those sand sculpture readers in the Xu Yun group in later generations.
You may not know anything about how to chase girls, but when it comes to Genshin Pesticide, everyone gets excited.
I don’t quite understand you two-dimensional people.JPG.
"damn it"
The middle-aged golden-haired man didn't notice the small movements of Xu Yun's hands, and was still cursing to himself. Under Xu Yun's multiple critical blows, he seemed a little out of sorts:
"If you have the ability, take a gun and kill me. Are you going to kill me? Orientals, I ask you, do you dare??"
"One day I will set foot on your hometown and put you Oriental bastards together with those Scottish bastards." (For fear of being criticized and hateful, let me explain first, I copied Clay directly from the scanned version of Lao Tang's autobiography.
Mente's original words, but originally he was talking about Northern Irish offal)
The words have not yet fallen.
Xu Yun felt that his hands were empty.
When he came back to his senses and realized what happened.
Snapped
There was only a crisp impact sound, and a ceramic plate exploded into pieces directly on the head of the middle-aged golden retriever.
See this situation.
While Xu Yun was surprised, an inexplicable thought came to his mind:
Looking at the quality of this porcelain plate, it is obviously not made in China.
Domestic porcelain plates from later generations may break when dropped, but they won’t fall apart if you hit your head.
Then he moved his gaze to the left and locked on the figure who appeared at an unknown time.
Old soup.
At this time, Lao Tang's chest was heaving violently, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his tone was full of anger:
"If you have the guts, just scream again. Don't think that I don't know what the forces behind you did not long ago, Harvey Clement!"
"hiss"
The middle-aged golden-haired man covered his forehead with his left hand, licked his tongue along the blood stains left by the wound, and his eyes were almost malicious:
"Very well, Thomson, you did a good job"
Then he suddenly turned his head, looked up at Tennyson, and asked:
"Alfred, according to society rules, if a current member of the Apostolic Society attacks the third president, what should be the punishment?"
Hearing these words, Lao Tang's friend Stanley on the side suddenly became anxious, stood up with a bang, and refuted:
"Mr. Clement, it was you who insulted Scotland and the Eastern Continent first. This is racial discrimination and personal attack!"
"Personal attacks?"
The middle-aged golden-haired man laughed disdainfully, stretched out his hand and patted the table. Five bright red fingerprints were immediately soaked in the white tablecloth:
"I'm just expressing my views on current affairs. Please tell me, classmate Stanley, which section of British law stipulates that members of the House of Commons cannot comment on international issues?"
"Besides, if you're unhappy, you can always yell back."
"Alfred, I think we should return our attention to how to deal with this matter."
While the middle-aged golden retriever was chattering, Lao Tang suddenly said:
"Mr. Tennyson, I apply to withdraw from the Apostolic Society."
""
In an instant.
You can hear the needle drop at the dinner party.
Tennyson was also a little surprised by Lao Tang's reaction, and quickly persuaded:
"Classmate Thomson, you don't have to do this. Although the Apostolic Society has established rules for conflicts between members, as long as"
Lao Tang sneered when he heard this and then said:
"As long as I apologize to him and write a letter of apology to be read at the next party, he will be forgiven, right?"
As he spoke, he looked at the middle-aged golden retriever and spat:
"Sorry, my bottom line does not allow me to apologize to such a villain. Anyway, Clement, haven't you always wanted to kick me out of the Apostolic Society? Now you got your wish."
Then he looked around, greeted a few of his friends slightly, and said loudly:
"Dear classmates and seniors, I, William Thomson, officially withdraw from the Apostolic Society and bid farewell!"
After saying that, he walked up to Xu Yun and patted him on the shoulder.
He simply led him towards the door.
The middle-aged golden retriever obviously didn't expect Lao Tang's reaction to be so violent, but soon, a joy filled his heart.
He pretended that the pain from the wound had returned and bent down, whispering secretly:
"Go away, you two bastards!!"
As the middle-aged golden-haired man spoke, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sole of his left foot.
Before he could observe the situation, an apologetic voice sounded in his ears:
"Sorry, Mr. Clement, I didn't mean to step on you."
The middle-aged golden retriever looked up and laughed a few times when he saw the person who made the noise:
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, as long as it's not intentional."
The other party smiled gratefully and continued:
"By the way, Mr. Clement, there are two things I want to tell you."
Thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, the middle-aged golden retriever's expression suddenly became more solemn:
"What's up?"
"The first thing is that I also decided to withdraw from the Apostolic Society."
"?!"
Upon hearing the visitor's words, the middle-aged golden-haired man's expression suddenly froze.
Then without waiting for him to think about it, the other party said:
"As for the second thing"
Snapped
There was another crisp sound of the porcelain plate exploding.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Aveline clapped her hands gently:
"I did it on purpose this time, Mr. Clement."
Note:
It’s almost time to rest. I will officially start working as a donkey tomorrow. I don’t know how much I can exchange for debt this month. Anyway, I will wait until the end of the month and then settle the accounts together.
Thanks to Situ Tang, Xaliper, and Fire Dance Chifeng for the rewards!
Currently, I owe a total of 18 updates, one chapter is 6,000 words, which is a total of 18,000 words for one alliance leader and three updates. The leader who will start rewarding next month will receive an additional update of 9,000 words. Look at my suggestive little look 0.0
