Chapter 1009: Peerless Genius

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Harris also never sweats when he practices parallel bars. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info long jump is a movement that only the three or four best players of the school gymnastics team can do, but he is not to be outdone. He leaped from the springboard, bent his back, his limbs outstretched, over the long leather-covered wooden horse, and fell crookedly on the cushion, kicking up a cloud of dust; He still wears that thin necklace around his neck, and the image of the Virgin is crooked to the side. He does a big loop on the horizontal bar, and although his posture is not very graceful, he always does two more than the best gymnast in his class. If Harris were to do thirty-seven lapels, the silver pendant would always be thrown out of his gymnastics uniform and rotated thirty-seven times around the crunching bar. The taper hangs above the image of the Virgin, and the laces cover a necklace. Still, the tool will not crowd out the statue of the Virgin, as the wooden handle is not allowed in the gym. Their gymnastics teacher once wrote a book of standard rules for baseball and became famous in the sports world. He forbade Harris to wear the taper around his neck during gymnastics classes. However, he never expressed any resentment about the amulet around Harris's neck, because in addition to gymnastics classes, he also had geography and religious classes.

The silvery, slightly worn Virgin Mary was allowed to be worn around Harris's neck to secure his thrilling moves, while the taper had to be hung on a hanger in the dressing room with the shirt to await its owner.

This is an ordinary modified cone, strong and durable, and inexpensive. Harris often had to dive five or six times to remove a small, narrow sign, especially when it was fastened to metal and both screws were rusted. These small signs are not much larger than those name tags that are fastened with two screws next to the door of the house. Sometimes, he was able to pry off a larger, text-laden sign after two dives, because he used the cone as a crowbar, and plucked the plate off the rotten panel, along with the screws. He showed the trophies to his partners on the bridge. He was careless about collecting these small signs, and gave most of them to Alan and Hall, who indiscriminately collected a variety of signs, including street name signs and small signs for public toilets. Harris only takes home a few things that match his existing collection.

Now Harris is not having an easy time: while others are napping on the sunken ship, he works underwater. They were picking at bird droppings, their skin was tanned like a cigar-like dark brown, their blonde hair had turned pale yellow, and Harris's skin had only added a new sunburn at best. As they looked at the ships that were coming and going north of the buoy, he kept his eyes down, his eyes slightly red and somewhat inflamed, his eyelashes were not many, and his pupils were light blue. These eyes only become curious when they are underwater. There were many times when Harris didn't bring a small sign, no loot, but just a bent taper. He showed the bent taper to the crowd, and it made a deep impression. Eventually, he threw the object over his shoulders into the sea, causing a flock of seagulls to panic. His actions were neither discouraged nor by nameless fire. Harris definitely didn't pretend to be indifferent, or really didn't care about throwing the broken taper behind his back, and even throwing it away still had its meaning: now he was about to show them something else.

They hugged their slightly trembling knees and chewed the guano into mucus with their beaks. With a bit of curiosity, everyone counted the Navy dhow training ships that were moving in formation, both tired and nervous. Smoke erupted from the two chimneys of a transport ship and rose vertically into the sky.

They were all good naval cadets, but now, that's all they can do.

The US Navy has long forgotten about them.

Who would remember a few of them?

The classmates of the year didn't know where they went.

Ma Jifen's guy, I heard that he went to Qianguo, and he didn't know how to mix.

Harris laughed as he remembered the pranks everyone played together at school.

Harris smiled and smiled, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.

He saw Majifen.

A dinghy was speeding towards this direction, and the man standing at the bow of the boat was Majifen.

Majifen looked darker and thinner than before, but stronger than before.

Hall, Allen, Lewis and others also saw Magiffen, and their eyes were full of surprise.

The dinghy quickly reached the edge of the wreck, and Magiffen jumped up.

He was still wearing his double-breasted navy uniform, and it was only on his cuffs that Harris saw two glittering golden dragons.

"Guys, are you alright?" Majifen beckoned to everyone.

"Hey, Majifen, old man, where are you from?" Harris asked, surprised.

Magiffen smiled and tossed over a shiny steel cone.

Harris copied the taper in his hand, which was made by Qianguo, and the head and handle were made of a single piece of steel, with the words "made by the shipyard" stamped out on it. There was not a single trace of rust or scarring on this taper, and it was arguably the best cone Harris had ever seen.

"Do you want to go to the Navy, Harris?" Magifen asked.

Harris looked at the cone in his hand and nodded without thinking about it.

"Hey! Old folk! Why not ask us? ”

"It's never too late to ask! Ha ha! What do you think? Want to go? ”

"Why not?"

"So what are we waiting for?"

At eight o'clock in the evening, a decent man of thirty years old came to the "Palm" restaurant of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel and took a seat at his usual table. He was slender and well-dressed, and immediately attracted the envious eyes of everyone present. However, most of the people who dined here understood that the famous inventor needed to be quiet at the moment, so everyone pretended not to look at him.

In his seat, as usual, stacked a stack of clean linen napkins, eighteen in all. Nikolai. Tesla himself couldn't explain why he liked to use numbers divisible by three, why he was so nervous about germs that he was so nervous, why he was tormented by a whole bunch of grotesque thoughts, and why he couldn't be at peace.

He picked up the linen napkin in one hand, and the already shiny silver knife and fork and crystal glass in the other, and wiped it nonchalantly. The napkin was wiped and changed, and soon on the cutlery table in front of him was a large pile of white and hard napkins. When it was time to serve the food, he always had to calculate the amount of each dish in advance before picking some and bringing them to his mouth. Otherwise, the meal would be in high spirits.

Anyone who went out of their way to the "Brown Cupboard" restaurant to appreciate the inventor's richness could see that he was not a la carte from the menu. The restaurant has always prepared the dishes in advance according to his telephone instructions, and when eating, according to his requirements, the waiter does not wait, but the hotel owner takes care of it himself.

Tesla was picking up something to eat when W.K. Vanderbilt came over in the air. He blamed the young Serbian, saying that he had booked a box at the opera house and that Tesla did not show up. Vanderbilt had just left, and then a scholar-like man with a small whisker on his chin and a small, rimless nitrile on his nose walked up to Tesla's table and greeted him affectionately. R.U. Johnson was not only a magazine editor and a poet, but also a well-traveled playboy who haunted social places.

Johnson bowed down with a smile and whispered to Tesla's ear that there had been a rumor among the famous families recently that there was a delicate schoolgirl named Anne. Morgan, who was obsessed with the inventor, pestered his father, J. Pierpont Morgan, to match her with her.

Tesla smiled slightly, diverted the subject, and asked about his wife, Catherine.

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