Xiang Wang Lie Biography

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"..." Big Ya looked at the thing in her hand that would fall down as soon as she let go, and felt a pain in her (buttocks) speechless "How do you use this thing?"

"I don't know. It was made by the old lady. It is said that it is a retro car. No one knows how to drive it, so it is left here."

"..."

Da Ya searched the Internet for a while before she realized that this thing also had a name called "bicycle" in ancient civilizations.It is a kind of transmission machine. As long as the force is applied to the pedals of the bicycle, the flywheel axle can be used as the fulcrum, and a longer iron rod can be used to rotate the flywheel on the chain. The flywheel drives the rear wheel to rotate under the chain drive. The flywheel has the same angular velocity as the rear wheel, and the radius of the rear wheel is much larger than the radius of the gears, allowing the bike to move quickly due to the increased linear velocity.It seems that the principle is quite simple, but it is very difficult to operate in practice. The key point is to maintain the balance of the body.After a morning of practice, Da Ya finally rode it crookedly on the road after falling with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

There is another person who noticed Allen's changes in Da Ya.

That night, Tommy made a report with Miss Bridge: "Miss, the plan has changed, and this Wang Daya actually annoyed Allen."

"what happened?"

"The subordinate has adjusted the monitoring, the reason should be like this..." Tommy even described exactly what happened in the living room at noon that day,

"This is Wang Daya," Miss Bridge was a little surprised, obviously she didn't expect this to happen.

"Miss, in this case, should we consider replacing?"

The young lady shook her head, as if she had other plans: "Don't be in a hurry, let's see later."

"Yes"

Chapter 7 7

Ever since she was surprised by Wang Daya, the young Miss Bridge finally occasionally scanned Wang Daya's existence with her beautiful eyes.She found that Wang Daya is a special person, she usually doesn't talk much, no matter what she is asked to do, she will do it very seriously, and she likes to look up things with a reader in her spare time. "No wonder Ms. Chen rejects her so much. These two people are from two worlds."

On a weekend afternoon, during a rare free time, Da Ya leaned on the bay window of her room and flipped through her reader comfortably.Daya immersed in the book has a unique sense of tranquility.

However, a lively reception was being held in the flower hall in the front yard.During the noisy intercourse of wine and wine, Miss Bridge felt a little annoyed for no reason, so she found an excuse that she couldn't drink enough, and turned back to her rose garden.As soon as he looked up, he saw the tranquility of this scene.How could this person live such a leisurely life, but on the other hand, she had to endure all kinds of entertainment, the lady felt dissatisfied, "How did you become a special assistant?"

"Ah!" Da Ya was startled by the sudden voice, she hurriedly jumped off the window sill, and looked around, it turned out that the young lady came back, and the young lady didn't seem very happy?Da Ya blinked a little puzzled.

"Why don't you go to the reception with me?"

"Ms. Chen refused to let me go, she said I would embarrass you."

"When did I let you listen to her? Starting tomorrow, wherever I go, you will follow."

"Oh well."

At first, Miss Bridge was just a little annoyed at how Da Ya could be so leisurely, but after she said it, she felt a little sorry.In fact, speaking from the bottom of my heart, the big girl holding the reader has a very relaxed and unique temperament, which can make people feel soothed, at least now I am not as irritable as I was when I was outside.

"You really know how to enjoy it. What were you looking at just now? Show me." Miss Bridge slowed down and said casually.

"I was reading an article. I saw it on the forum a long time ago. I have always liked it, so I would take it out and read it occasionally." Da Ya quickly passed the reader over.

"On Women's Self-Cultivation" Miss Bridge flipped through it quickly. The article looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it all at once. She didn't want to think about it: "The argument is a bit biased, but the argument is not bad. ."

Unexpectedly, Da Ya's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "Do you also think this article is good? This is a graduation thesis I found on the League High School Graduation Forum. Judging from the level of high school students, the arts and sciences are already very good Come on, the most important thing is that I really like the arguments in it. It's a pity that people around me don't know how to appreciate it."

Union High School, graduation thesis, Miss Bridge suddenly remembered, isn't this the graduation thesis I wrote in high school?I still remember at that time... there was a sarcasm on the corner of the young lady's mouth, "I found it in the most wonderful paper group of the year, right?"

"I don't think this paper is weird at all, it's just that they don't understand how to appreciate it. The author is right. As a woman, you must also have your own independent personality!" The big girl raised her head.

"Huh?" Miss Bridge frowned, looked up and down, and turned around, "Like you?"

"No, it's not." The big girl shrank her neck, "It's like that senior sister. The signature of this article is Xiang. I have checked the graduation roster of that high school, but I didn't find this name. I think it should be a A pseudonym. I don't know how she is now, but I think she should be a very remarkable woman. Maybe one day she will appear in front of everyone and shine brightly."

Miss Bridge smiled, "I think you've read too many fairy tales, and you've even figured out how brilliant it is."

Da Ya flushed her cheeks, "Even if there is no radiance, senior sister is not an ordinary person, she will not be willing to remain silent. She will be better than most men."

This time the lady didn't speak, just looked at her, not knowing what she was thinking.

Da Ya consciously made a slip of the tongue, these words seemed not very suitable to say in front of people, she lowered her head a little uneasy.

"Keep your head up."

The big girl raised her head, she secretly looked at the young lady, she didn't show the same shock and disgust expression on the young lady's face as others, so is she angry or not?Da Ya secretly guessed in her heart.

"It's not enough to be good just by saying it. If you want to be better than men, you have to work harder than them." The young lady's words fell into Da Ya's heart softly and word by word.

"Yeah" Da Ya nodded with a half understanding.

Miss Bridge didn't intend to explain any more, she took out a key from her pocket, "Go and open the third door over there."

Da Ya took the key in doubt and opened the door.

"Ah!" She couldn't help exclaiming: "This, these, are all paper books?"

The furnishing in the room is very simple, only rows of bookshelves filled with various books in different categories, somewhat similar to the style of libraries in ancient civilizations.In disbelief, Da Ya carefully caressed the rows of bookshelves, muttering to herself, as if in a dream.

Miss Bridge coughed lightly, and pulled the wandering girl back. "Looks like you like these."

"Hmm!" Da Ya's eyes were shining brightly. "I love it so much. If I could read these books, I, I..."

"How are you?"

"I, I don't know what to do." The big girl spoke anxiously, "Miss, I, miss, I beg you, let me take a look, even if it is a book, please ."

"Do you know how much these ancient books are worth now?"

"I know, these are the symbols of the inheritance of the ancient civilization in the imperial capital. Each of them is comparable to the price of a flat in God's house." Da Ya drooped her shoulders in frustration.

"In the eyes of the world, these are antiques and cultural relics. But in the eyes of real scholars, these are knowledge and treasures. Maybe some people will have a sense of superiority when facing them. You see, we only need An ultra-thin chip can contain all the books here. But the ideas in it need to be inherited."