"It's finally finished!"

Chen Duan raised his head, which had been lying all afternoon, and the bloodshot in his eyes finally subsided a little. As soon as I stretched my waist, the cartilage on my body "clicked".

It can be regarded as a protest against the master's forced writing for his graduation thesis in front of the computer. But the unkempt, thin-faced man didn't care.

In fact, as long as the result is good, everything is good. This seems to be the credo of many workaholics.

Chen Duan is such a person.

"Meow!"

Tangerine jumped off the desk and writhed in Chen Duan's arms. This middle-aged cat who is over middle age, every move makes the owner feel that he is still in estrus. As a result, the troubles are increasing day by day. But in fact, this is exactly what many people can't ask for.

Let's take another look at the abode of this "homeless man". A high-rise apartment in Chengdu's second ring road, when the weather is nice, you can overlook the grandeur of Chengdu from the balcony. The 80-square-meter space is still left to place a dusty treadmill under the care of this seemingly informal male college student. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. There is also a study room of less than two square meters. In fact, as soon as you enter the door, you can see his study without a door. It's a strange design, or rather, it's not a design at all. In fact, this was originally to be arranged as a storage room, but due to the vassalage elegance of this homeless man for unknown reasons, the responsibility of the storage room was transferred to the treadmill, and here, it became a private room full of ink.

"I'll take you out later, they haven't replied yet!" The master picked up the face of the middle-aged cat and rubbed it gently. It has developed a habit that is different from that of dogs, that is, it likes to go out for a walk.

"Ding"

Chen Duan put the cat down and immediately deflated at the computer screen.

"Your paper has a high plagiarism rate and will not be published!" Probably out of hatred for academic misconduct, the rejection text message actually added an exclamation mark, which made Chen Duan very annoyed.

"Mom, can't I fucking steal my own papers?" In the appeal option, this "calm" argument was sent.

But in fact, across the screen from this bloodshot comrade, there may also be an auditor with black circles comparable to pandas.

After that incident, all the audits in the field of humanities were handed over to manual processing, especially the cultivation of humanities talents, which had to be reviewed by university teachers or doctoral students who had just entered the university.

Chen Duan has a master's degree in history and is now preparing for a PhD. Due to major changes in the field of humanities, the dissertation is also extraordinarily rigorous. But in this field, Chen Duan's actual academic ability has surpassed that of people with the same academic qualifications. In his freshman year, he published a study of the urban pattern of ancient Chengdu, which caused a sensation in the national academic community under the argument of archaeological research. His views coincided with the results of later excavations in Luocheng, Chengdu, and shocked academic authorities, including Professor Lin Xuesan. In the following three years, Chen Duan continued to publish new papers. In 2026, People magazine listed him as one of the top 10 most influential people in China, alongside the mathematician Zhu An, who had just broken through the Gochbach conjecture at the time.

"Actually, how can it be so awesome!" Chen Duan lifted the orange in a daze, and the past came like an evening breeze with his memory. But it's not true to say it's a thing of the past, because it's probably not a memory that you can experience naturally, but it's something that really happened, and even if you want to avoid it, you can't find a way.

"I guess it can also be called history!" Chen Duan propped his left hand under his jaw and manipulated the mouse with his right hand to open the word document.

"Record them!" The Master's thoughts crossed like dewdrops, leaving a long trail in their wake. In terms of paper, you can probably put it aside for a while, after all, there is still half a year, which is enough to revise it with the help of a friend's professionalism. However, it is better to start as soon as possible while you still remember it.

Even so, where do you get the pen to ink? A strange woman, a few strange organizations, a strange war, a strange journey?

It seems that these things are really strange to write.

But the strange woman once said, "There is no bizarre event, and there is no magnificent history." Chen Duan has remembered this sentence to this day.

And where is that woman now? Maybe it has been lost in the long river of history. But for her, this may be the happiest ending.

After all, it's a blessing that that woman and that organization can fight for what they want to protect! What was to be achieved no matter what, and it was done, and that was a very great result.

Chen straightened up and drank the Pu'er at hand. "Then let me do something meaningful!"