The project in hand is useless work coming to you."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Intuition school? What is it?"

"Don't count on those idiots who have bad brains. Although they foolishly promote intuition like you, they are just using your specious intuitive deduction as a methodology, and their research direction will not change."

Chen Feng ignored him and started to inquire about the Intuition School on the spot.

Next to him, Old Man Dong was still thinking casually.

"It seems like you are still not convinced. That's right. As a human being, you must work hard, otherwise you won't even know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also stood up and left.

This old wicked man has a mouth that is really broken and smelly.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the vast and empty Nuo University campus of the Institute of History, with fallen leaves blown by the wind and overgrown weeds, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Behind him were green plants growing wildly, wrapping him in them as if he were in nature.

There was a desk in front of him.

There is a sign written on the table.

"21st Century Science and Technology Development Analysis Research Group Recruitment Fair."

Next to the sign are two hundred registration forms that he personally printed.

The printout showed 200 sheets, and two days later, it was still 200 sheets.

It's been two days.

Not a single person actually signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the deserted office to the entrance to facilitate reception, there was still no one interested.

The wind became stronger again, making Chen Feng feel a little cooler.

He sneezed.

The blow caused the dust that had accumulated on his desk in the past two days to fly all over the sky.

He is not cold physically, but cold-hearted.

A uniformed doorman walked in from outside the door.

"Dean Chen, let me give you some extra clothes."

Chen Feng's heart ached again.

The moment he set foot in the Institute of History, he, an expert "scholar", automatically became the dean of the Institute of History.

Now he only has two soldiers.

The guard who sent him clothes, and another guard who was receiving intensive training in basic military literacy from the Science City Security Team.

Because all the scholars except him have changed careers after completing the transportation of historical relics a few days ago.

It is said that a master-level scholar from the Academy of History works as a minute-taker at the Academy of Military Affairs, so he has a special expertise.

Chen Feng said: "Brother, don't be a guard, come to my project team and be the deputy team leader."

The guard ran away without a trace.

"Dean Chen can't! I'll wait for Lao Li to change shifts, and I have to go to the training ground too!"

Dean Chen wiped the dust from his face.

More and more desolate.

This world-shattering reality is so real!

At this time, his personal communication system sounded a reminder of a letter from an unknown person.

He glanced up.

Yes, another force within the Academy of Sciences is persistently looking for me again.

That group of rubbish in the mouth of old man Dong Shan.

Members of the Intuition School send him invitations every day, hoping that he can attend lectures of the Intuition School, give speeches, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of losers, Master Chen Feng, the newly appointed dean of the Academy of History, does not want to be the leader of the losers.

But he was really about to catch a cold right now.

He stood up, stretched and replied the message.

"Let me inform everyone that I will come and take a look at tonight's lecture."

The other party will reply immediately.

"real?"

This time it was replaced by voice messages.

It still sounds like a female voice with a nice, slightly familiar voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It was the long-haired girl he had met at the School of Life Sciences who might have had more than a one-sided relationship.
Chapter completed!