I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 72 Use fire

   Leeds General College Senior Seniors Office.

  Samuel Coleman took over the experimental report titled "Sound and Light Experiment and Exploration Outline" submitted by the students, an experimental result that could shake the building of physics.

  It describes in detail a light conjecture and the whole process of the double-slit interference experiment demonstration.

   "God bless, it's finally over."

  Coleman read the whole report, tearing up, this material is like a master key, the door lock that has been blocked in his heart for a long time has finally been unlocked.

  Tu Fu smiled and said nothing, and didn’t embarrass poor Mr. Coleman any more, if he knew that there are actually several magic modification methods for the double-slit interference experiment itself.

  Each new way of using different observation modes will produce different variables. This **** topic will keep jumping between waves and particles, and I don’t know if I will vomit blood with anger.

   "I'll take care of the journal publication for you, kid. What you should consider now is to improve your score to at least 550 points in the last month." Coleman closed the experiment report and carefully put it into the bag.

  Of course, he didn't dare to embezzle the students' experimental results in the thesis.

   Not to mention that the old professors of the Seven Schools Alliance are qualified to join forces to block him, if Freer's mentor, the old Sir, knows that he dares to do this, he will not let him go.

The old jazz tried his best but only took two photos, one "Window of Truth" and one titled "The Discoverer of the Double-Slit Experiment and His Great Inspirer". At the same time, people became famous in academia.

  Other professors blamed the old knight for his shamelessness in private.

   What's even worse, they didn't bring them along for the shoot.

   Really shameless.

   "Actually, it's really rare for a person my age to encounter such a difficult problem."

  Mr. Coleman is still defending the previous matter a few words, even the old jazz and the others can't give an answer, so they can't blame their low academic level.

  He murmured in his heart: "There shouldn't be such a problem."

   Impossible, absolutely impossible.

   "This problem has indeed been solved, but there is still a very important problem." Tu Fu blinked sincerely, and then smiled after thinking about it: "I have never figured out what the color of sunlight is."

   "It is undeniable, little Mr. Capet, you do have extraordinary talents in certain fields. But if you have listened carefully to my class before, you must know that sunlight is a kind of light without any color."

  This time, Samuel Coleman regained his long-lost face, and was able to justifiably assume the identity of a teacher in front of the students.

   "So that's how it is." Tu Fu nodded suddenly, and before leaving, he muttered, "But why do I see colors in the prism?"

These inadvertent words fell into Coleman's ears, and the smile he just showed froze on his face immediately, and a faint chill ran down his back, straight to the top of his head, "Haha, colored light...white light...no, it must be white light .

Do not,

  Sunlight is colored light! "

  When he roared in a low voice, the few strands of white hair on the top of his head, which was too sparse, were once again in danger of falling off.

  …

  After returning to the classroom, he didn’t come to class for several days, but he was still not used to it. When he saw Belgium, he even missed this kid a little bit. He always brings fun to everyone.

"Tu Fu, there's really no need to be discouraged, otherwise the contact information of the admissions office is normal, after all, even I have not been attracted by them." The red-haired boy patted him on the shoulder, but comforted him, "You can't Count on a bunch of blind men to find gold lurking in the mud."

   "Yeah, it's a real headache."

  Tu Fu pretended to be very troubled, his eyes showed that he was not pitiful, and he couldn't bear to tell the other party the truth.

   "By the way, do you still go to the fight club recently?" Tu Fu glanced at the side, his voice lowered a lot unconsciously, "What's it like there now?"

   "Of course, but don't tell anyone about this."

  The latter suddenly nodded his head, showing a mysterious expression, "The club has fewer boxing matches recently. As far as I know, they organized the activities outside the venue and did a lot of great things."

"Oh?"

  “Those people in the club fought for better conditions for the workers at the bottom, organized several demonstrations and even surrounded the government parliament building once, almost killing people.”

Billy naturally knew the seriousness of this matter, so he only dared to tell Tu Fu quietly, "This is much more enjoyable than boxing, as long as you follow them and shout slogans, you can smash things on the side of the road at will, and see who doesn't like it. He can hit hard with just a buckle.

   It's unbelievable, but I wasn't a part of it. "

   "You didn't go?"

  Tu Fu glanced at Billy's character, which had already reached the bottom, and said, "You are willing to let go of such a good opportunity."

   Although Billy speaks absurdly and does things unreliably, he still has a conscience.

  Be able to tell the basics of good and evil, right and wrong.

   "They thought I was too harsh, which lowered the club's style, so they drove me away." Billy was indignant about this.

   "..." Tu Fu.

  He was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt that the previous boxers in the club had hit him too lightly, why no one beat this guy to death.

   "Is there anything else?"

Billy didn't care about his disgusted eyes, and continued to share some recent rumors with him: "It seems that just recently, I also heard that a policeman in the Wood District was dealt with by someone, and he was a very bad guy , had a private relationship with the vampire Morton, a big real estate developer. They robbed the refugees' land to build houses, and many refugees died because of this.

  Morton was arrested. I heard that the **** was almost beaten to death. He really deserved it. "

  Even if he didn’t participate in the scene, it didn’t prevent onlookers like Billy from clapping and applauding.

   These words made Tu Fu obviously feel uncomfortable, especially as a witness who witnessed the whole process, he subconsciously wanted to complain about the incompetent "black policeman" Edward,

   "How do you know that all the bad things he did are true? Maybe there is something hidden in them. Even if he has a relationship with Morton, it doesn't mean that he is a bad person."

   "But everyone says that, it can't be fake." Billy scratched his head uncertainly.

   "Sometimes what you hear from others is not enough to judge a person's character.

   "Perhaps, this police officer also did a lot of good deeds. He was forced to contact Morton Henry and actually helped some children in the refugee camp." Tu Fu found it complicated to explain.

  It is not easy to speak for a person who is excluded by the public.

   "What you said..."

  After Tu Fu said these words, the red-haired boy Billy was startled for a moment, then spread his hands, his lips moved slightly as if smiling, "Who cares?"

  Tu Fu had prepared a lot of reasons to refute him, but suddenly fell silent.

Yes,

Who cares?

Who cares about how you behave in private, who cares about whether you do good deeds or not, rather than being wronged by a person with a complicated mind and hard to distinguish between good and evil, everyone would rather see a black policeman who has done all kinds of bad things and is punished by the people's justice .

  Who wants to reason with you?

   After you cut open your stomach, everyone has dispersed.

Who cares?

   Tu Fu, who suddenly understood this truth, was silent for a moment, and stopped discussing the bunch of useless truths with Billy.

   "Tu Fu, what's wrong with you?"

  Billy was a little confused by this strange behavior.

   "Oh, Billy, just forgot to tell you something very important."

  Tu Fu leaned back on the seat slightly, raised his chin and smiled: "Just a few days ago, I actually got several business cards of university professors."

"what?"

   "Even got a special enrollment quota."

   "Cheat... a lie."

   "What is it called Miskar Stark? The name of this **** school is very ordinary."

  Tu Fu pretended to be discussing seriously, but Billy had already crouched in a corner and drew circles on the ground silently, trying hard to digest the news he just heard.

   Just before, Tu Fu has been hesitating whether to use a more gentle method to deal with the club people.

  It is too cruel to use the evil spell taught by the gatekeeper to some uninformed club members. After all, many people should be just a momentary brainstorm, and maybe there is no malicious intention.

   What Billy said just now reminded him.

  When you are in the dark, no one will listen to you by reasoning or negotiating.

   Gentleness is useless, use fire.

  (end of this chapter)