After hearing this, St. Hesse took a deep breath and made a small contribution to global warming. He only spent two days with his girlfriend during the entire summer vacation. What he did was too incompetent.
"Elena, I'm really sorry. I'm too busy at this time. How about we go have a meal tomorrow afternoon and then watch a movie. I heard there is a good new movie."
Saint Jose said apologetically, his voice was suppressed and sounded a little hoarse. He looked really miserable. He was having a party with people from the design bureau tonight. He took a sip of wine before he remembered that he was driving, and he vomited quickly.
"Well, what kind of movie is it? Is it good? It's not about football, right?"
Three consecutive rhetorical questions made Saint Jose feel uneasy again, and Elena asked a little angrily.
"It's called Bloody River. It's very good-looking. It's not about playing football. The main characters seem to be a man and a woman. It's very good-looking. My classmate recommended it to me."
Saint Jose suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbed Elena's head, and said happily.
"Your hair is messed up. I promise you, then come to the lab to see me tomorrow."
Irina lost most of her anger. After all, Saint Jose was indeed busy with things every day. She had also visited him, and she did not lie. He was a man who worked seriously.
"Definitely not a football player."
Saint Jesé said with renewed assurance.
"It's a little late tonight. It's not safe on the road. Let me take you back. By the way, look, I brought you a gift today. This is something I left behind when I was in the army. It's very precious."
St. Hesse carefully took out a 7.92mm short bullet made of copper from his pocket and handed it to Elena solemnly. His body temperature was still on it. If he hadn't touched the bottom of the bullet and found LEIEN1952 engraved on it, Elena would have I almost believed it.
"Well, I like it very much. This is the first time you have given me a gift."
Only a fool like Saint Jose would think of giving a bullet to a girl. Elena looked at her boyfriend helplessly.
"Haha, actually this is my first time giving a girl a gift."
If the girls he dated before were not counted, there were still several unclear relationships. Saint Jose pretended to be honest and scratched his head, drove Elena home, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I was bored today and took a bullet. I am planning to give a gift to Elena tomorrow. I don’t know what to give. A necklace might be good, or a ring. His memory is still very good. Unfortunately, the city The shops are basically closed, so you should still be able to get there tomorrow afternoon.
To be honest, he really wanted to be like a normal college student and have a serious relationship or something. Unfortunately, as an Argentinian, he couldn't watch his country slowly fall into silence while Zhuzi suddenly became famous.
When I got home, I read some telegram messages from the Falcon Bureau. There was nothing that needed to be focused on. I have been busy for most of the past month, and I am really tired.
Saint Jose made careful annotations and recalled some important things today without making any mistakes.
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Early the next morning, Saint Jose carefully shaved his beard, took a shower, changed into daily clothes, and put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle and elegant.
I made a simple pasta and ate it while reading the newspaper. After washing the dishes and pots, Saint Jose washed his hands.
Afterwards, he looked at the mirror seriously for a while and found that he was indeed a little haggard. He was also a little proud of himself for looking so talented. He smiled to himself stupidly, then stood up straight, as if he were Commander Tomps. , gave a solemn military salute to the man in the mirror, and then slowly walked upstairs.
I walked to school today. The security in the inner city is pretty good now. The people on the road are full of energy. They should still be full of hope for the future.
It is now autumn, and there are not many pedestrians on the road. People are walking in a hurry on the streets. The autumn wind blows in Putrajaya, bringing a bit of coolness. People do not have time to stop and thank God for this gift.
After entering the school, there are many new students in twos and threes. The older students have graduated and dispersed to their respective places. Most of them stayed in Putrajaya to work, which is a first-tier city in Argentina, and some continued their studies.
St. Hesse was also in a much better mood. When he came to the class, he still saw the same group of lovely classmates, who were young and carefree.
"Hey, President, you are really awesome. You asked for a week off right after school started. You are awesome."
Powell, who was joking with his female classmates, quickly came over. He hadn't seen the president, a busy man, for a long time.
"Hey, this guy is handsome but he can't help it. Even the teacher asked for leave."
Saint Jose pretended to be pretty and said,
"President, you are wrong. No matter how handsome you are, you are not as handsome as me, hahaha."
Powell has regained the same mood as when they first met, and has obviously matured a lot.
"It's okay, just study hard. After all, you were last in the exam last semester. Did Professor Pukins scold you to death?"
St. Hesse knew that Powell's grades were not bad, but he got sixth from the bottom last semester. It turned out that he had missed one exam and slept in a class.
"Who knew I could fall asleep in the exam room? Hey, don't mention it."
The scores in the final exam of each semester are still very important. Thinking of this, Powell couldn't help but feel a little sad.
He also chatted casually with other students. It was time for class soon. St. Jose flipped through the books. These were the textbooks that Powell had collected for him.
In the morning, Professor Pukins taught. He did some in-depth research on legal theory. St. Jose studied it carefully and engraved the knowledge in the textbook directly into his mind.
Professor Pukins quoted from classics and spoke vividly and brilliantly.
After class, Pugins looked at St. Jose who ran to the office and was speechless.
"Cohen, you guys, come here with me right after school starts."
Pugins stood up, tugged Saint Jose's ear, and said with a bit of hatred.
"Hehe, it's mainly because I've been a little busy with some things recently, but I have studied the textbook knowledge seriously. If you don't believe me, just listen to my endorsement."
Saint Jose scratched his head and was about to use his memory to start a paragraph.
"Okay, you did a good job this time, at least regarding the customs and tax reform. The steel factory also did a good job, and everything you said makes sense."
Obviously Professor Pukins is also very concerned about this matter and has helped a lot.
"Thank you very much for your help, Professor Pukins. I originally did it for myself, just a small thing."
Saint Jose bowed seriously. To be honest, if it weren't for Professor Pukins, he might have been able to become an ordinary member of the Radical Party. Not to mention the Propaganda Department, he would have met big names like Vice Chairman Frondillo.
"It's just a small thing. Don't thank me too much. It all depends on your own abilities."
Professor Pukins said seriously:
"By the way, Cohen, I'm going to Harvard University in the United States for an inspection in June this year. Are you interested in going abroad with me? We can go abroad at public expense and we don't have to go to class."
"Would you like to go to the United States? I might need to think about it. I actually like classes."
After coming to Argentina, Sanjesé has never been abroad. He has always sent his own team abroad to help. He has never even left Brazil so close. Maybe he can give it a try.
"Okay, you can do whatever you want. Remember to write the paper for me."
Professor Pukins shook his head. He didn't know how to teach this student who skipped classes every now and then and had very good grades.
"Understood, Professor."
Saint Jose thought about it carefully and estimated that it would take several months to half a year to go there. This was indeed a long time, but he also wanted to see the American world.
After saying goodbye to the professor, it was noon. He invited Powell and some key members of the New Youth League to have dinner together and was busy recruiting new members for the new year.
"President, we must work hard this time to make the New Youth League the largest student association."
Powell said excitedly that the stronger the New Youth League gets, the happier he will be.
"Okay, I'll leave the job of recruiting new members to you this time. We must recruit members with more potential this time."
"Understood, President."
"By the way, are there people from Buddhism University joining the urban guerrillas or something like that?"
"A few students participated, but they can probably be sentenced."
Powell looked at Saint Jose and replied with a smile.
St. Hesse had almost arranged the matter, and then told Powell:
"The New Youth League can cooperate with the Youth League of the Radical Party. You can give it a try."
There was another class in the afternoon, which was taught by Teacher Scarlett. She wore a white shirt and a light blue skirt, revealing her slender figure, which made Powell and others' eyes light up.
The lecture on the history of legal studies and the civil law system was quite interesting, and St. Jose raised his hand several times to ask questions.
To be honest, he is really interested in legislation. In fact, Argentina's legislation is not perfect enough, resulting in insufficient centralization and too much local power. He has been thinking about whether there is a way to solve these problems.
With history as a teacher, you can know a lot of things. Saint Jose still went to the library and studied for a while. Then he remembered his appointment in the afternoon and hurried to the store to buy a necklace.
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Saint Jose hurried to the laboratory of the Department of Physics. Elena was not doing experiments and was already waiting for Saint Jose.
"I'm really sorry. I just forgot and ran to the library. Let's go have a meal first."
"Well, that's good."
Today, Elena is wearing a light yellow shirt, a white dress, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She has shallow dimples when she smiles, making her look very gentle.
St. Jose naturally took Elena's hand and walked to the restaurant together. The two of them were joking and talking about some interesting things on the way.
The Orange Peel Restaurant was still as crowded as ever. Saint Jose found a seat by the window, where he could see the scenery of the street outside the wall. The two of them were chatting and laughing.
Saint Jose looked out the window and felt relaxed and warm.
The dishes were very sumptuous, and Saint Jose picked up an ice cream cone and ate it.
Elena shook the chair, stood up, and wiped the cream from the corners of Saint Jose's mouth with a tissue. Saint Jose's face suddenly turned red.
"Elena, I have a gift for you."
Saint Jose took out a small box from his pocket and placed it in Elena's hand.
"Thank you, Cohen, please put it on for me."
Saint Jose walked behind Elena and helped him put on the necklace.
"This necklace suits you very well."
Saint Jose said seriously, feeling that her fair neck was very beautiful.
Elena smiled and nodded without saying anything. She sat elegantly on the soft chair, picked up the cup and took a small sip of the ice-cold sweet soda.
The two continued to joke and planned to watch a movie later, but at six o'clock,
The sky suddenly changed outside the window, with sand and rocks flying in the sky. It suddenly turned from dusk to pitch black. Raindrops as big as soybeans knocked on the glass outside the window. Huge thunder sounded in the distant sky, one after another, like the sound of thunder on a battlefield. Like a cannon firing.
"Elena, it seems we can't watch the movie today."
Saint Jose looked at the heavy rain outside the window and said.
"It seems like this." Elena's tone was a little regretful.
"How about next time, when the rain subsides, I will take you home. Such heavy rainstorms are really rare, and there are so many thunders."
After more than half an hour, the rain finally stopped.
The two left the restaurant. Saint Jose made a little joke at this time, raised his arms and put his hands on his waist.
Elena was a little stunned, and then she naturally put her hand into Saint Jose's arm and leaned on Saint Jose's shoulder. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding and said no more.
There were two tall palm trees at the door of the restaurant. Their tall trunks extended to the third floor, with wide leaves. The rain was still pouring. Saint Jose stopped a taxi, told Elena the address of her home, and asked her to After Na was delivered home safely, she left in a taxi.
Saint Jose went home and took a shower. He went to his study and thought about writing an article for the Propaganda Department to publish in the newspaper the day after tomorrow. He hesitated and said to himself,
"My thoughts were not very focused tonight, and I will definitely not be like this tomorrow morning. Besides, I am a little emotional today. How can I write a good article under such circumstances?"
He climbed into bed, turned off the light, and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next day, he woke up very early, as he always knew in his heart, because he had not finished the manuscript.
St. Jose jumped out of bed, went to open the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"I don't know if the air will be much worse in two years. Several small and medium-sized steel plants have been arranged in Putrajaya, but it is better than losing jobs due to the economic crisis in the future."
St. Jose looked into the distance. There was not much fog in the morning. He could see outside the college area. There were only one or two street cleaners on the street and a sprinkler truck passing by.
The entire Putrajaya is bathed in the bright morning light, and the houses on the street seem to be painted with a light yellow mask.
Saint Jose opened the ancient typewriter, tapped the machine briskly, and quickly typed out word after word.
"To encircle and suppress gangsters, we must mobilize the power of the people of Putrajaya"
After typing the article carefully, Saint Jose took a shower. Today is Saturday, so he went to see the specific construction situation at the tractor factory.
To be honest, this was his first time meeting Japanese people, and they were here to help.
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