Chapter 371 Mobilization Meeting

On the second floor of the quiet Royal Academy Library, except for the occasional guards and cleaners who patrol, only the administrators sit on the posts.

There are only a few low-grade students here, flipping through ancient books and modern classics, and gaining happiness other than teaching materials from them. There is only the rustling sound of books and paper in the library, and there is silence.

Maintaining tacit silence is the most basic quality for every visitor to himself and others.

The sunlight outside the window sprinkles into the interior buildings sporadically, and pleasant chirping can be heard from time to time, and then a cup of hot coffee is brewed, which can be described as a quite petty bourgeois atmosphere.

"Ha~"

Tu Fu, who was still working in the library, yawned lazily.

While arranging book numbers and putting them on some bookshelves, he is like a lazy prairie lion at work, patrolling his territory carelessly,

From time to time, I become interested in the "food" on the bookshelf, and when I see the one I like, I will bite it down.

The area under his jurisdiction is a library of historical literature. On the second floor alone, there are three libraries of two to three hundred square meters, which are filled with records of the two continents for nearly a century.

It only takes a few steps to go from the historical area of ​​the Southern Continent to the library of the Northern Continent, but for the vast majority of people, even if it takes a lifetime, it is still an endless journey.

Tu Fu randomly picked a few books as today's meal, and then returned to the manager's seat.

Today's newspaper has already been delivered on the table. In order to ensure the timeliness of the information, the mainstream newspapers and periodicals on the market are delivered at this point every day by the buyer.

Tu Fu casually picked up a copy of "Göttinghagen Post", glanced quickly at a headline on the masthead, and couldn't help muttering:

"Has the result come out?"

The news headlines were reporting the assassination of Baia's first meeting a few days ago. I don't know if someone deliberately manipulated it, and the heat of the whole matter was extremely low.

"The ultra-patriotic youth in Baia assassinated the iron-blooded prime minister. The person involved committed suicide in fear of hurting his family."

Tu Fu glanced at the headline with a smile, it was quite a spring and autumn report.

The title focuses on patriotic youths, committing suicide in fear of crime, and deliberately wins people's sympathy.

Not only did he deliberately conceal the fact that he was an assassin, but on the contrary, as a weak person, he made the people's hearts turn hostile to Prime Minister Sorens.

Turn to a patron saint who has silently guarded the country for decades.

In the news content, the assassin attacked Thilo Sollens out of justice and righteousness. He not only hid a bomb under the car, but also tried to kill the prime minister with a gun. After the incident failed, he was afraid. It hurt his family so he committed suicide by taking poison.

It really created a pretty good patriotic youth character.

The deceased explained his psychological journey and behavioral motives in the suicide note written in advance, and regarded Prime Minister Thilo Sollens as a terrible dictator who had dominated Baia's political arena for decades and had unknowingly become a terrible dictator.

He can use the public apparatus of the state at will and frequently make radical remarks in the international community.

Expansion of armaments at the expense of national power and alliances with many countries will lead to more conflicts and expansion of wars. Such people have become veritable tyrants, cancers, and dictators...

A certain column in the newspaper counted the people's willingness to let Prime Minister Sorens step down,

More than half of the people chose yes.

"Shuala!"

Tu Fu tore the newspaper into shreds and threw it into a metal box with a lid before he finished reading it. It was like rubbish.

With such remarks, one can tell the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes just by looking at them.

It was nothing more than trying to force Prime Minister Sorens to step down through public opinion. There were many such remarks a long time ago, probably... not long after William II took the throne.

The people of Baia are not grateful to Prime Minister Sorens, at least for now.

People are afraid because they don't know, and because of fear, they have these kinds of remarks.

"If you want to be a national hero, you have to be incomprehensible, and feel like you're at a high place."

In Tu Fu's mind came a passage that Mr. Prime Minister conveyed to Mr. Kelan and brought to himself who was in Catalan prison at that time.

times have changed,

Now he is gradually understanding what the old man said.

He Tufu didn't have such a broad mind, so he would rather stay in Santa rather than go back. On the contrary, he has such a mind and courage, even being assassinated makes the people cheer.

What's wrong with this!

"Is it really worth paying for those people?"

Tu Fu let out a long breath, his eyes were full of doubts, he doubted the Prime Minister, the people, and whether what he had done was worth it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to go to the muddy water for the time being, and lives a leisurely life in Tabor like now,

That's what he wanted.

"Aesop, well done, I knew such a job was easy enough for you."

Just as Tu Fu was paddling for fish, a voice from his boss came from the stairs.

With a smile on his face, Mr. George Orwell wandered around the library as if he came to inspect his work, and occasionally gave a word or two of appreciation when reviewing his work.

The corners of Tu Fu's mouth curled up formulaically:

"Sir, I don't think you'd come here just to compliment me."

"Yes, you guessed it right, I came here to invite you to an interesting event in the academy tomorrow, the dean and the council will go, and we will invite all important people."

So said Mr. George Orwell.

This sentence expresses in disguise that Tu Fu is an important member of the academy.

"Activity?"

"For large-scale activities related to students, parents, and teachers, we will hold some activities in the lecture hall 50 days before the start of higher education selection.

Find some children with good character and learning and some people with inspirational deeds to speak on stage to motivate children who are struggling. "

Hearing what he said, Tu Fu quickly came back to his senses, and said silently in his heart:

"Isn't this the so-called mobilization meeting?"

No matter whether he was on Earth or at Leeds College, Tu Fu had experienced this kind of thing. He didn't expect that he would not be able to escape this disaster even if he came to the Southern Continent now.

Mobilization meeting!

It's nothing more than a performance that everyone knows well in front of the leaders of the school. After going through a process that seems passionate and exciting, but is actually boring and silly, nothing can change the reality.

We have reached the final sprint, and we are about to usher in the higher education assessment.

Even if the students here have ideas, it is too late to do anything now.

Pretty typical show.

"Then why invite me?" Tu Fu laughed at himself, "A librarian."

"No, Aesop, you are a scholar from the University of Michigan, and now you are only temporarily condescending to come here to do some work."

The emotionally intelligent George Orwell smiled, as if he knew him better than Tuf, "You can describe your life in Miskar Stark to children as a student of the University of Michigan.

Just chat about anything, about Göttinghagen, one of the biggest cities in the world, about Miskar Stark's interesting academic style, or about a great student you've met.

Those things are quite tempting to children of this age, especially those who grew up in the Southern Continent. "

"I see." Tu Fu said lightly.

How can I not understand the intention of this guy, it is nothing more than to paint a big cake, so that these students who are not deeply involved in the world are full of good vision for the future,

"Well, I think I can talk to them about the enthusiasm of the people of Göttinghagen, the beautiful environment of the University of Michigan and the unique style of study there, so I need to make a little beautification to fascinate them, right?"

"Dear Aesop, it seems that you have grasped the essence of the speech. The speech is not about telling the audience the facts, but more importantly, conveying your firm beliefs so that the children can feel them."

Minister George Orwell was quite satisfied with Tu Fu's reading comprehension, and took the initiative to give him a thumbs up.

Regardless of Tu Fu's willingness or not, this matter has been settled before he knows it.

Seeing the head of logistics leaving with joyful steps, Tu Fu only felt melancholy, and sat blankly in his place with a weak expression.

Such hesitation lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Coincidentally, Miss Cheryl, who came to the library on time after school, saw her, "Mr. Andersen, your complexion looks very bad."

"It's bad enough that Mr. Orwell is going to put me on stage to say something because of tomorrow's event."

"My God, to be able to give everyone a point of view in a lecture hall, it's a big deal.

Among the candidates of our class, only the best can give speeches on stage. "

Miss Cheryl Thoreau sighed in surprise.

Little did he know that Tu Fu had done too many similar public speeches, even the king's car had stopped him to speak publicly to everyone in the capital... This level of speech could not reach the threshold he wanted.

"You don't like this?"

"I can't say I don't like it, it's just that I hate it."

Cheryl tilted her head incomprehensibly, "Then what are you going to say?"

"Probably because of my experience in Miska, there is nothing else to say."

Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders, and his words made the latter's eyes full of little stars, "Although I grew up in the capital, I never went to Miska, it's too remote, and that school is really like the one in the rumors. Is that free?"

"Of course, there will never be another free higher education school like this," noticed Cheryl's starry eyes, looking quite eager to go.

Tu Fu's eyes lit up, and it was time to cut off her thoughts, and then he boasted: "Students from the School of Humanities and Social Sciences are not bad, as long as they are unlucky enough to choose archaeology or folklore, it is not easy to encounter weird things.

I have seen the data, at least one-third of the students who choose these subjects will die in the next few decades.

Cheryl, some dedication to scientific research,

Of course it's nothing, right? "

"Ah... yes, yes."

It is worth mentioning that beware of the guys from the Academy of Natural Sciences, that group of guys who are between geniuses and madmen, always blow up in the laboratory, they are definitely capable of blowing up the school, who knows if they will become terrorists Woolen cloth. "

"Oh my god~"

"There is also the School of Mechanical Technology. Speaking of which, their research has reached the level of replacing prosthetics, that is, using cold machines to replace limbs and five sense organs. That kind of modification can be said to be quite cool."

"Prosthetic...prosthetic limb..."

Hearing this, Cheryl's eyes already had the idea of ​​retreating.

Tu Fu continued to add fuel to the fire: "There is also the medical school, oh, in my impression, they always carry rotten or fresh corpses around the campus,

I think I'm probably planning to do some evil human research, such as human body refining... Hey, Cheryl, how did you go...

I haven't finished yet..."