I will be a master in the future

The chattering Dick was picked up by Warner who met halfway, and Mo Wen finally knew why Dick was handsome but didn't have a boyfriend/girlfriend.

He is really good at talking. It stands to reason that boys who can chat will not be too popular, but he is the kind who can't chat.

After referring to the new test results, Professor An finally selected all the class committee members, and Mo Wen finally didn't have to take out the trash all day long.

Today, Professor An mysteriously held a box to give a lecture.

Although Horst College is an elite college, the number of lectures is still very rare, at most two classes a day, sometimes only one class every two days.

Because ordinary people have no other choice, the attendance rate is still very high for their own future.

Professor An slowly put the box in her hand on the desk with a bewildering smile. Her usual movements were very slow, but this time she deliberately held the idea of ​​tantalizing people. The slowness was like a movie. Slow motion playback.

Everyone in the class, except Mo Wen, stretched their necks and looked forward, but the box was covered by a yellow cloth, making it impossible to guess what was inside.

Mo Wen was also full of curiosity at first, but every time he went to class, he felt tired. This kind of state where everyone is drunk and only me is awake is not too sour.

Gradually, he also learned to have a good attitude of not being curious. No matter how the teaching is taught or how the exam is tested, won't it just pass if he opens his eyes and closes it?

Every time Pearl listened to the lectures, he was full of energy. No one wanted to know what was in the box as much as he did.

"I feel that our professor has finally brought antiques here." Pearl said softly to Mo Wen, with a little excitement on his face: "This is the first time I have come into contact with real ancient objects. I have visited antique shops before, but there is no I don't know if it's true or not."

The other students in the classroom also vaguely guessed, and whispered to each other, guessing what was inside.

Mo Wen had long since given up hope on the ancient courses, but he hoped that there was something like a Tang Dynasty holding pot inside, even a Qing Dynasty porridge jar would do.

However, judging from the professor's previous urination, it definitely made him suffer again.

After putting it away carefully with a very cautious attitude, Professor An raised his head and looked at the students in the audience with a smile on his face.

"Have you all guessed it? That's right, this class is to bring you close contact with ancient artifacts." Professor An looked around at the surprised expressions of the students, nodded in satisfaction, and said again: "In the past, we used optical brains to observe the appearance and size of ancient objects on a large screen, but how can just looking at them be better than touching them by hand."

"This is a special application from the Academy to the Capital Museum. Please touch it carefully and cherish this hard-won opportunity. Also, those who correctly guess what the object is and its purpose will participate in the Ten Academy Ancient Classic Competition tryouts."

Speaking of this, Professor An looked at everyone with the eyes of "you know", and the corner of his mouth slowly bent: "Once you enter the top three in the competition between colleges and colleges, you will have a bright future after graduation. I don't need to say more about this , At the beginning, I only got No.5.”

Mo Wen felt that Pearl's eyes lit up next to him. It seems that the elite competition that Professor An mentioned is very important to the future of ordinary people.

The cloth covering the box was finally pulled up slowly, and almost all the students stared at the podium without blinking, as if there was a beautiful naked beauty under the cloth.

Now, the big beauty shows her true face.

a plastic bag.

Mo Wen showed such an expression that he really wanted to lie down and sleep.

Although he has accepted that this is the future, he still does not want to show awe at a twenty-cent supermarket plastic bag.

Yes, the ones worth [-] cents and [-] cents are big, okay? They can hold several basketballs!

[RT-Mart] [National Environmental Protection, Caring for the Earth] is also printed on it.

This really comes from the rise of plastic bags.

Mo Wen never imagined that the good helper of people's life in the 21st century, plastic bags that can be thrown away after use, would make a comeback in the future, and successfully counterattacked him, a human being who also came from a productive era.

One is studying hard in the classroom, and the other makes the hands of the person holding it tremble and the eyes shine without doing anything. The status of the two is clear at a glance.

Pearl wanted to grab Mo Wen's sleeve to ease his nervousness, but because he was too nervous and Mo Wen's collar was too big, he grabbed Mo Wen's collar.

Mo Wen was swayed left and right by Pearl, and had to turn his head to try to appease the other party's emotions.

"Pearl, this is just something with a very low status at the time, so don't be so nervous."

Pearl shook his head in disapproval, thin beads of sweat appeared on his cheeks, and said: "Although I am very convinced that your academic performance is better than mine, but this time I disagree with your statement, even if it was just a The small clothes pendant is now also one of the cultural relics, so it should not be neglected."

What he said made sense, but Mo Wen was speechless. He understood Pearl's psychology, but he couldn't empathize with her.

Because he has lived for decades, Mo Wen is used to the fact that plastic bags can be seen everywhere, and you can buy a roll of ordinary daily necessities for three yuan, so he can't look at them with his eyes shining.

The plastic bag finally arrived at Pearl and Mo Wen's place, because with a cautious attitude, Professor An always followed the location of the plastic bag.

Different from Pearl's excitement, Mo Wen symbolically rubbed the plastic bag with his fingers, and then he didn't move much, and then wrote out the name and purpose.

Pearl was not so fast, his focus was completely wrong, the text had hardly changed from then to now, so he saw the name of the supermarket at a glance, but it didn't say that it was a supermarket.

"RT-Mart?" Pearl muttered in a low voice, "What is this?"

Because he couldn't think of any connection with this object, he only wrote down the purpose and general name.

As the plastic bags continued to move to the back, Pearl discussed with Mo Wen how they both filled them.

"Supermarket plastic bags? Not convenience store convenience bags?" Pearl whispered suspiciously: "At that time, could advertisements be printed casually?"

Mo Wen nodded: "At that time, every supermarket had plastic bags with different advertisements. As long as you gave money, others could print them. At that time, there were several versions of supermarkets. There were also hypermarkets, and plastic bags were also called convenience. bag."

"It turns out to be like this." Pearl suddenly realized that since the 22nd century, the government had issued all orders to ban convenience bags, and burned a lot of convenience bags, prohibiting manufacturers from producing them, so in the distant present, convenience bags are absolutely Rare Antiquities.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the bag that holds things hadn't changed so much that it looked like a convenience bag, the whole class would have been stumped.

Professor An carefully covered the box again, said "I will tell you the result tomorrow" when leaving the classroom, and then walked away slowly.

As soon as Professor An left, the classroom was like a frying pan. Except for those who didn't write the answers, everyone else's cheeks were flushed with excitement.

There is no way, it is too exciting to participate in the selection of the elite competition.

Why do ordinary people study ancient times?Isn't it just having a good future?

It's too difficult for ordinary people in this world. The former mecha master assistant, and the later robot, if they don't have a skill, they really can only go to a small company to get a fixed and pitifully small salary.

"Mo, the two of us must pass the selection competition." Pearl's eyes were very firm, and his tone was determined to win: "No matter what the results of previous years are, let the two of us take the first and second place this year! Post your own headshot on Horst's academy honor column!"

It has been a long time since Mo Wen had a hot blood, looking at Pearl in front of him, Mo Wen felt a faint burning feeling, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, Mo Wen nodded to Pearl.

Immediately, he pulled Pearl away and ran out of the classroom like the wind.

"Hey, Mo, why are you driving me so fast!"

Pearl, a really frail young man, almost lost his running shoes, struggling to resist, his strength was no match for Mo Wen's, so he couldn't help asking angrily.

Son, don't speak so loudly when you are hot-blooded, everyone is a competitor, and if you open your mouth, you will be the first and second. Isn't this just looking for a beating.

Mo Wen got the limelight at his feet and said without looking back: "You turn around and look behind you before talking."

behind?

While lifting the shoes, Pearl scratched her neck and looked back, her eyeballs almost fell out.

My god, the whole class is going to come out and chase him, right?

Now, there is no need for Mo Wen to drag Pearl away, because he was afraid of being beaten into a pig's head, and when Pearl got excited, his potential was stimulated, and Mo Wen felt that he would not be able to catch up with him.

This is really like a sentence someone said in the post bar at that time: I think I am a person with great potential. For example, if you ask me to carry a fifty-pound brick, I may not be able to carry it, but if you give me a hundred-pound money Not only can I move, but I can fucking run!

Lambert stared dumbfounded at a long line of people passing by quickly, because he saw the leaders Pearl and Mo Wen with his sharp eyes, and couldn't help sighing: "This group of literati usually doesn't move, but they move faster than mad dogs. It's also a talent for the two of them to offend everyone at the same time."

Warner looked at the backs of the two people in front of them going away quickly, twitched the corners of his lips and said: "It should be a contradiction in the trials, the trials on the historical side are a few months earlier than ours, and the calculation time is just a few days. "