Looking at the figure of the leader of one of the world's most famous universities, Zhang Lisheng suddenly felt that wealth is really a very magical thing, especially in a society that emphasizes 'fair trade'.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Stephen next to him shouting. "Principal Hannes, I have found such a generous donor for the school, can I get a fixed parking space outside the laboratory building?"

"I'm sorry Professor Stephen, but money doesn't give us everything we want.

If you want to get a fixed parking space, you should first win the Nobel Prize in Biomedicine. Hannes waved his hand and slipped into his car, completely ignoring Stephen's next roar, "Hell, that award should have been given to me after I successfully performed the 'Dolphin Encephalinoid Humanoid Anastomosis Test' twenty-five years ago." ”

Hearing this, Margot on the side immediately lowered his voice with a blue face and said, "Stephen, are you crazy, you still dare to shout out that damn experiment in public."

At the time, you secretly dissected the brains of more than 100 white-sided dolphins without permission, and this scandal is enough to ruin your reputation now. ”

"It's because you have so many scruples that you waste your talent, and you will never become a great scientist Margot," Stephen pursed his lips disdainfully in response to his friend's warning, "Let's go, Li Sheng, I will take you to do the enrollment registration, and ensure that you can get a 'Doctor of Science' degree at Stanford in three years at most." ”

"Stephen,. You can't instill that commitment in your students before they even enroll..."

"Come on, Margott, this kid has made much more contributions to the development of biology than you do, and you can get a 'Doctor of Science' degree, and of course he can too. Stephen waved his hand disapprovingly, and walked away with Zhang Lisheng with an embarrassed face.

The two drove for a while and turned to a new campus, and suddenly the congestion was like a crowd scene when a supermarket was on sale on Sunday, and Zhang Lisheng's eyes broke into it.

Stephen pulled over to the side of the road, "Do you still think the Stanford campus is deserted?"

"Looks like I'm wrong, Professor," Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth. "It's really lively here. We were afraid that we would have to wait in line until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night to complete the enrollment process. ”

"You're wrong again, Li Sheng, the admission procedures for ordinary freshmen can be completed by themselves on any computer in the local area network of Stanford University, and most of these children come to choose clubs. ”

"So what am I doing here, I'm not interested in club activities. Zhang Lisheng stepped out of the car. Follow Stephen. Along the shade of the trees. Escaping the joy and excitement on their faces, the Stanford freshmen managed to squeeze into a three-story office building with a reddish-brown exterior and wide eaves.

Entering the corridor of the office building, the surrounding environment suddenly quieted down. Stephen gasped, "Of course I know that, I remember you didn't join any clubs in Lobich.

I'm bringing you here because you're a 'chartered student,' and according to Stanford's old-fashioned rules, you have to be registered with the Student Management Office to be considered officially enrolled.

Turn left at the seventh gate, and this should be it. He walked and counted to an old and heavy wooden door on the first floor of the office building.

The young man followed behind him and said with a smile, "Then let's hurry up and complete the registration, Professor."

I forgot to tell you that my secretary has prepared a mansion with two pools for me near Silicon Valley and you are welcome to visit today. ”

"Sounds great. Stephen nodded, knocked on the door, and walked into the office.

The office looks ordinary, small and small, with a desk, two office chairs facing each other and two beige sofas separated by a coffee table, and the furniture is a little old, but it looks very stocky and durable, with a heavy Californian utilitarian style.

Hearing the door open, the owner of the office, a Caucasian man between forty and fifty years of age, who looked serious and dull, dressed in a clean and crisp gray old suit, with a dry face like bacon, raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "Is there anything wrong, gentlemen?"

"Hello Mr. Figley, I'm Stephen Pigros from the Department of Biology, and I called you in the morning. ”

"Oh, hello Professor Stephen, are you here to check in for the specially recruited graduate students, please sit down and wait a while," the Caucasian man stood up and shook Stephen's hand, looked at Zhang Lisheng, and pointed to the office chair directly opposite him, "You sit here, young man." ”

"Yes, sir. Zhang Lisheng sat on the office chair very well.

"Your name is lisheng.zhang (Zhang Lisheng)..."Fiddling with his keyboard for a while, Figli looked at the computer screen on the desk, asked the young man a few very simple questions, took a note and stood up, took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said: "Okay, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, congratulations, you have become the youngest graduate student in the Department of Biology at Stanford University." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Figley, I can't wait to be a part of this great university, in fact, I even bought a house here in order to better integrate into Stanford. Zhang Lisheng shook hands with the middle-aged man in front of him, who was thinner than himself, and said casually: "Then I won't disturb your office..."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, there is one thing I want to remind you, if you buy a house in Stanford, it is a pity, unless you are on vacation, you may not be able to use it, because you usually have to live on campus. ”

"What are you doing?" Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Isn't this the Stanford of Dieluftder Freiheitweht (The Wind of Freedom Blows Forever), will it force students to live on campus?"

"Mr. Figley, my student is a graduate student, not a first-year freshman or transfer student, and although he is indeed in his first year of admission, he is not subject to the compulsory accommodation rules. Stephen also helped.

"You misunderstood Professor Stephens, it was not that we asked your students to live on campus, but that Mr. Zhang Lisheng's mother, Ms. Lili.li (Li Lili), asked his son to live on campus.

Under California law, Mr. Zhang has the right to make this request as a guardian before she is twenty-three years old. ”

Hearing such an answer, Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, he knew very well that since he knew that his career had risen rapidly at a bizarre speed and had more and more influence, his mother, as an educator, had always wanted to cultivate him to establish a positive view of the world.

In the last few days of her stay at Stanford, Lily repeatedly emphasized how important and valuable things are in a person's life, such as having more contact with her peers, making more friends, not thinking that she is better than everyone else, and learning to be humble from the bottom of her heart.

Now Zhang Lisheng understands the intention of his mother to say those words, and he can more or less understand his mother's painstaking efforts in doing so, but for him who has recently spent nearly a year practicing uninterruptedly;

He also forcibly destroyed an indigenous tribe on the island of the 'Otherworldly Realm', and finally completed one-third of Lu Wu's cultivation by hunting two clan guardians and thousands of natives, and it was really embarrassing to live in the same dormitory as a stranger in college and carefully practice the secret method at night

"I don't understand why California has such an absurd law, Mr. Figley," and then his peaceful complexion gradually changed, and the tough character of the commanding 'big man' involuntarily exuded, Zhang Lisheng objected, "I can run for mayor of Stanford after I turn eighteen, but I must be forced to live in school..."

"I told Mr. Zhang Lisheng, this is not a compulsory residence, but your mother, Ms. Li Lili, has proposed under California law that Stanford University must take over the custody of you not buying and selling alcoholic beverages and tobacco without her authorization;

and the obligation to provide accommodation for students must be fulfilled.

This law came from the time of the Alcohol Prohibition in the thirties of the last century, when California was still a barren land, and most universities here could not afford to provide the necessary housing for students, and many young people who went to college lived outside, slowly learning to earn some pocket money by selling moonshine, and later..."Feige explained in detail without expression.

"What if I have to live outside?"

"There are only three options, or you drop out at Stanford;

or ask your mother to withdraw the application;

Or you sue California in federal court for unconstitutionality and win. Figli said solemnly.

"Mr. Feigri, I just donated 50 million meters to this university..." Zhang Lisheng was stalked and had to use a killer move.

Feigli was stunned for a moment, and said formulaically: "It seems that I am too simple to you, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, thank you for your donation to Stanford University, please believe that every donation you make will become the cornerstone of human scientific progress."

But this has nothing to do with what we just talked about, the law is the law, and I'm sorry. ”

Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth and looked at Stephen, and then he saw the professor who had always been unruly in his mind shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "Mr. Feigli is right about Li Sheng, the law is the law.

But don't worry, there's always a way to accommodate things, and as a graduate student, if you're really not used to living in a dormitory, you can stay in the lab all night, which is what I did when I was in college. ”

"I have the ability to influence the election of the United States, but I don't have the right to live in the dormitory when I go to college, this is really a hell of a life..."Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself and took out his mobile phone, called up his mother's phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally put the mobile phone back in his pocket, looked at the middle-aged man who looked like bacon opposite, and asked helplessly, "Mr. Feigley, does Stanford have a single dormitory?" (To be continued.) )