Thales' eyes brightened.
'Therren.
'Slave.
'Survived.
'Escaped.'
"That's it."
Hicks chuckled softly and shrugged. "That was my meeting with Therren. It wasn't long, but it left a deep impression.
"I hope it will be of some help to you."
Thales was slightly startled. A sense of disappointment rose in him, as if he was listening to a story but did not continue. "That's all?"
The Old Crow's oily smile answered him.
"What else?"
Thales could not get rid of his doubts. He quickly asked, "Where did she come from? Where is she from? Where did she go after that?
"How did he get involved with my father and Constellation?"
Hicks coughed softly and interrupted Thales' continuous questioning.
"I am very willing to describe my impression of your mother to you, Thales.
If my drawing skills were good enough, I could even write a sketch for you.
"But I am afraid that this is all I know. I don't know her identity before she became a slave, and I can't tell where she came from." Hicks looked at him regretfully and gestured to the surroundings. "And now is not the time for us to sit down and talk about the past."
Thales was momentarily speechless in the face of Hicks' apologetic and helpless smile.
Hicks sighed and stroked his walking stick. An indecipherable emotion surged in his eyes behind the monocle.
"As for Gleeward, I can only say that I am truly sorry." His voice was hoarse. "Take care of yourself."
Thales seemed to have woken up from a dream. The shock of receiving the information was instantly washed away by the threat in front of him.
The prince paused for a long while.
"No."
Thales forced a smile. "I should be the one apologizing. You took a huge risk to save me. If Heroic Spirit Palace finds out …"
"Don't worry about me, child." Hicks shook his head. "My channels are perfectly normal. It won't arouse suspicion. Putray is worried about his missing prince, and as his teacher, I came to ask an old friend for information out of consideration for his feelings … At least, Heroic Spirit Palace, who can't even take care of themselves, won't suspect anything in the short term."
Thales was silent.
"But I'm still sorry that I couldn't send you out," Hicks said gloomily with unease and melancholy. "I suggest that you hide here for a night, and we'll think …"
Thales forced an ugly smile.
"Thank you, sir."
He looked at the ruins around him, and the shocking battle in Shield District all those years ago flashed past his mind.
I tried not to think about the bleak future.
Thales pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. "I … I will find a way to get out myself."
When Gleeward refused to help him, Thales was indeed disappointed and terrified.
After all, Dragon Clouds City was under heavy lockdown, and the Star Killer was chasing after him all over the city …
But …
Hicks had already done enough for him.
He had no right to ask for more.
Hicks silently watched the prince try his best to maintain the smile on his face. He did not speak.
"Of course." Hicks flashed a slightly bitter smile. But for some reason, Thales felt that there was an indecipherable meaning hidden in his gaze. "Of course you can, then I will …"
The old man said nothing more. He bowed apologetically and turned away, leaning on his crutch.
He walked towards Kevin, who was waiting impatiently in the distance.
Thales stared at his back from afar and suddenly remembered something.
"One last question."
Thales' words made Hicks stop in his tracks.
"Our first lesson, remember?"
Thales rubbed his hands together, as if this could drive away the coldness of the night. "The boundaries of governance."
Hicks paused visibly. He turned completely around to face Thales.
"Of course."
Thales glanced at the desolate scene around him again and faced the old Hicks. "At the end of that day, you told us that all our speculations and conclusions in class that day were actually wrong."
The prince took a deep breath. He took a few steps forward and looked into Hicks' eyes seriously. "I originally thought that you wanted to tell us that history can be interpreted in many ways … but …
"During the second lesson, even though we did a lot of homework, I could feel that you were not satisfied with our 'dá'.
Hicks stared at him silently and did not say a word.
Thales raised his eyebrows at him. "Why?"
Thales raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"
What is it? "
"What is it in your mind?"
The horse that pulled the carriage in the distance neighed in boredom.
Under the night sky, the hunched old man and the teenager with his head held high stood in a corner of the ruins, facing each other in silence.
The Old Crow smiled.
"You know, I originally planned to talk about this a long time later, or when we graduate and stop our lessons. I didn't even care about anything and let all of you figure it out on your own …"
The old man's words faltered for a moment. "But in view of your current situation …"
Thales still stared at him with bright, piercing eyes.
"Alright." Hicks smiled helplessly, like an old grandfather who could not stand being bothered by his child. "Why, why was our discussion that day wrong?
"Because times have changed."
Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
Hicks clasped his hands around his walking stick again. He tried his best to straighten his hunched back and coughed softly.
The old man suddenly became serious. "Let me clarify something first, Thales. What we were doing at that time was analyzing and discussing events that happened more than ten years ago, deducing the development and direction of the people and events at that time, and trying to come up with as many useful conclusions as possible that can be used as a reference for us today …"
Thales nodded slightly.
But Hicks' tone changed. His eyes shone with a rarely seen sharpness. "But the problem is, time is different."
"Time?"
Doubt rose in Thales' heart. "You mean …"
Hicks raised a hand and silenced his question.
"The world, young Sir. Our world is complicated and ever-changing."
As if to save time, Hicks did not give Thales another chance to interrupt him.
"Time is moving forward, and times are changing. People may have seen that in the past few thousand years, the iron hooves of humans have created boundless prosperity. The powerful Empire has ended the divided governance of various kings. The Bright God's Church has purified the treacherous hearts of people. The turbulent waves overturned the decadent Imperial Family. The division of the Church has rebuilt the Gods. The Battle of Eradication, which is the closest to us, has determined today's situation."
Hicks' gaze shifted. "But at the same time, many people will also overlook that thousands of years ago, the merchants on the land had just gotten used to bartering. Farmers could only rely on iron and fire to harvest crops. People did not even know how to domesticate messenger crows. Communication between cities could only rely on messengers. Today, the palaces of many kingdoms even look like barbarian gatherings.
"Hundreds of years ago, Eternal Oil and Crystal Drops were still hidden deep under the sea and underground. Mystic Guns had not yet appeared in this world. The teachings of the Bright God were spread throughout the continent and could not be doubted. Our long-distance ships could only pray for good weather and hope that the trade winds would bring them far away …"
Thales lowered his head and silently thought about the historical process of this world.
Hicks tapped his walking stick lightly. He was a little lost in thought.
"But that's not all. Every year, every month, every day, every minute, every second, every part of the world is changing. Not just the politics of the lords, not just the coins of the merchants, not just the crops of the farmers. Some of the changes are so small that they are undetectable or even unrecognizable. Some of the changes are connected to the changes in other things and bring about changes in the final outcome."
Hicks' words were serious, and his gaze was solemn. Even Thales subconsciously straightened his back in the cold wind.
"But it is precisely these insignificant changes that accompany the progress of history that are crucial. They make it difficult for those of us who try to summarize patterns, learn from experience, uncover the truth, and deduce cause and effect.
"And when many people talk about history, use history as a reference, and compare history, it is easy for them to unknowingly ignore these changes, even if it's only for eighteen years. Only after experiencing failure will they have the energy to look for the existence of these changes. Camelot the Great Emperor established the Ancient Empire, Kessel the Sixth rebuilt the Final Empire, and King Tormond established Constellation. They are often compared, but these three people are no longer facing the same world, the same group of people, and the same situation."
When he said this, Hicks coughed a few times. "We can't just focus on the things we care about, Thales. There are too many factors that determine every period of history and every case. There are so many that it's easy for us to ignore them. And these factors change too quickly, so quickly that it's hard for us to grasp them.
"So, on that day, when we confidently and complacently gave the conclusion of 'the limits of governance' …"
Hicks sighed deeply. He was full of emotions, as if he did not expect Thales to understand.
"We are arrogant and always think that there is nothing new under the sun. But in fact, everything under the sun is new."
Thales' eyes sparkled.
"What we have learned from history," the prince said subconsciously, "is that we have learned nothing from history."
Hicks' eyes immediately lit up while he was sighing.
"Hmm …"
"A thought-provoking paradox, an interesting set of logic." The Old Crow mulled over the meaning of this sentence. "'Learned nothing' … Hmm, I can feel that it doesn't just mean 'repeated mistakes' on the surface."
Thales snapped out of his daze and heaved a sigh of relief. "Of course it isn't."
"Did you think of this sentence yourself?" Hicks' eyes were filled with recognition and admiration.
"Of course …"
Under the Old Crow's probing gaze, Thales deflated the moment he opened his mouth. "Of course not."
He said awkwardly, "It was someone else who mentioned a rather great person who is no longer in this world. His surname is Hegel, if I remember correctly."
Hicks smiled.
"Very good. I guess it isn't. My classes require sincerity and introspection, and what I need the least is arrogance and vanity."
"So …"
Thales asked tentatively, "About the first lesson, what do you want to tell us?"
Hicks tapped his walking stick lightly and returned to his previous state.
"Secondly, as people who are far away from that era, any judgment we make about the past can only be pale and superficial compared to the real past."
The Old Crow furrowed his brows tightly, as if he had a headache. "Since we can't restore the past, we have lost too many bases to rely on for judgment. We focus on the king's intentions and interests, but does King Nuven really think so? We appeal to the vassals' standpoint and behavior, but what else did the counts do? Which came first and which came last? We attribute Eckstedt's disadvantage to the unruly nature of the conquered land, but what were the real actions of the people of Constellation? Will there be important historical facts that we have missed out? "
There was endless emotion in Hicks' voice. "Trying to use the excuse of 'grasping the essence' to ignore the process and narration of historical details to simplify the interpretation and judgment of history is quite dangerous, no matter how you look at it. Every time we miss out or misjudge a detail, the deviation between our judgment and the real history will be huge. And if we use this as a basis, the error between the law of the conclusion we conclude and the actual situation will be even more disastrous. "
The Old Crow chuckled and shook his head. "The ancient saying of Mane Nocturne: the slightest error can lead to a great error.
It is also like the warning that the ancient elves taught their young archers: the slightest error can lead to a great error.
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Thales was stunned.
He remembered something.
"Not only that," Thales said as if he was talking to himself.
"Not only that," Thales said as if he was talking to himself. "There are also endogenous and collinear interactions, sample infection, multi-level deviations, causal inferences, and when you expand the scope of individual behavior to the collective level …"
Hicks was baffled by the series of unfamiliar words. He frowned.
"What?"
It was only then that Thales came to a realization. He quickly shook his head and said, "Nothing, I was just talking to myself."
Hicks gave him a strange look and continued to speak.
"Therefore, on that day, after we went through deductions and guesses that we thought were rigorous but were actually biased and full of mistakes, we easily came to a conclusion about what happened eighteen years ago and recklessly attributed it to the 'boundaries of governance'. Even if it sounded reasonable, it was absolutely far from the truth that we wanted. It could not fit into our future history and be used for today's future.
Eighteen years is enough to change a lot of things, and we are definitely not omniscient and omnipotent. "
Hicks stretched out his walking stick and drew an unpleasant sound on the uneven ground. He said dejectedly, "So, every time we try to use history as a mirror, we find that this mirror is not flat, and the images it reflects are always distorted and blurry, making it difficult to use."
Hicks let out a long, deep breath.
"Remember this, Thales. In Dragon Kiss Academy, even the most famous scholar has to be careful, humble, and extremely cautious when it comes to history, the world, and the crowd. He has to deal with the gap between what he knows and what is true."
Thales frowned and stared at the old man in front of him. He did not say a word.
Hicks snorted in a mocking manner. "And take that day as an example. In our daily lives, most of the people who self-righteously list out arguments and state them with absolute certainty, such as' the Empire died because of this', 'what caused a kingdom to prosper', 'if there was no such thing, there would be no such thing', and so on, are more or less filled with the savagery and childlike naivety of beginners."
Hicks tapped his forehead, then pointed at Thales, who had a serious expression on his face.
"Your brain works very fast, Thales. I believe that your eloquence has brought you a lot of convenience, but sometimes you need to stop, think more, and speak less. A wise man rarely speaks eloquently."
Thales still did not speak. He stood quietly on the spot and listened to Hicks.
"Humility," Hicks said earnestly and earnestly.
"Thales, humility. This is what you should really learn from your first lesson.
"Instead of my seemingly open-minded and reasonable questions that are in fact deliberately led to your own conclusions through the deliberate indoctrination that I meticulously set up, you should not come to a conclusion.
You came to a conclusion, but you believed it without a doubt. You believed that it was your own thinking. Humility is often lost in this way. "
Hicks seemed to have remembered the past. He could not help but say with a sigh, "When it comes to learning, it is the easiest for a person to lose his humility and become self-righteous. When your empty brain is suddenly filled with something, in the excitement of self-improvement, you often do not pay attention to whether the thing that fills your brain is a pile of sh * t or … Most of the time, both look the same."
'The thing that fills your brain …'
When he thought of this, Thales thought of something and raised his gaze.
"Speaking of which, I remembered something …"
The prince spoke in a deliberative tone and anxiously said, "Sir, do you remember the book you used to refute us in the first lesson, 'The History of the Northern Territory'?"
Hicks raised his eyebrows.
He coughed softly.
"I specifically went to look for this book, so, erm …" Thales seemed a little embarrassed. He observed the Old Crow's half-smile and slowly said, "The name of the author is written on the title page of that book.
"The author's name is written on the title page of the book. That's …"
Thales waved his hand in embarrassment. "Merry H. Hicks from Dragon Kiss Academy."
Hicks' pupils shrank slightly.
Thales looked at the original author before him with a resigned expression. "Is that … sh * t?"
A few seconds later, the Old Crow burst out laughing in delight.
"Hahahahaha …"
The old man's laughter was not pleasant to the ears. It was indeed comparable to a crow's.
But it was obvious that he was very happy.
Hicks laughed until he was out of breath. He supported himself on his walking stick, and his shoulders shook as he laughed and looked at Thales. "You really, you really went … Hahaha …"
Thales shrugged helplessly and faked an awkward smile.
'Tracing the source of quotes and looking through the publication information … Aren't these the basic qualities of a postgraduate student?
"So …"
The corners of Thales' mouth twitched awkwardly. He wanted to end the topic. "My thoughts were never mine, but everyone's?"
Hicks' laughter stopped.
"Another interesting sentence." Hicks paused for a moment and put on a thoughtful expression. "Did you think of this yourself?"
Thales shrugged. "I really want to say no, but this sentence? Yes. "
"Very good."
Hicks put away his smile and looked at Thales in a steady and serious manner.
"And the only thing that can guarantee that your brain won't be immersed in shit is …
Qi, Thales … "
Thales nodded respectfully and continued his teacher's words.
"Humility."
Hicks flashed a smile again.
But then, Thales changed the tone of his voice. "But you left out one thing: reflect on yourself."
"Remember the lesson rules you told us? Before questioning something, it's best to ask yourself."
Thank you Bourdieu.
Thales smiled in his heart.
Hicks' expression changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and sized up the teenager in front of him again.
"Not just 'before', Thales."
He said calmly.
"But those are advanced lessons, and they are options for advancement.
"Not everyone has the aptitude to reach that stage." Hicks blinked. "And we will do it step by step. We will start with humility.
Then, we will plan for other things. "
Thales smiled.
'One step at a time.'
He looked at the strangely interesting old man in front of him and thought of his uncertain future. He suddenly sighed.
Thales suddenly raised his index finger.
"Sir.
"I was thinking … Although you told me that the meaning of the first lesson was' humility ',' wise men rarely speak eloquently ', and so on." Thales narrowed his eyes. "But I thought about it again …"
The prince clicked his tongue and looked at the old man in front of him from head to toe as if he was sizing up a suspect. "Is there a possibility that the moment you turn around and return to Heroic Spirit Palace, you will say to Young Rascal … to Saroma …"
Hicks showed a puzzled expression.
Thales cleared his throat and slowed down his tone. With a rough voice, he imitated Hicks's usual tone. "'Dear little Saroma, my dear little brother.
"Jiè, you must know that wise men are not afraid of eloquence.
"Madam, what you need is to confidently stuff your opinion into other people's minds, even if it's a pile of shit …"
Before Thales finished speaking, Hicks laughed out loud, and his expression was exaggerated.
He kept hitting the ground with his walking stick. "Hahahahaha …"
Thales laughed as well.
Under the moonlight, the old man and the teenager who were thousands of miles away from home looked at each other and laughed.
In the distance, Kevin, who was waiting with his head in his hands, let out another yawn in resignation.
Finally, the laughter of the two people gradually weakened.
Thales closed his mouth.
Hicks also stopped smiling and looked at him calmly and peacefully.
'It's time.'
Thales spoke subconsciously.
But Hicks was one step faster than him.
"You know, your mother did tell me where she was going," the Old Crow said flatly, but Thales was momentarily stunned.
Hicks straightened his back in the darkness and sighed at the vast starry sky.
"Before we parted, she stood alone with her back to us. She faced the blood-red setting sun on the vast desert and said with a chuckle …"
Thales felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness in his heart.
He knew that what came next was that person's original words.
Hicks said faintly, "'Since I escaped with much difficulty, of course I want to go to a wider world … Perhaps I can pry open this boring world.'"
Thales was stunned.
'Pry open …
'This …
'Boring …'
"I believe that she did it," Hicks said softly, but his words traveled clearly into Thales' ears through the quiet night sky.
"Perhaps she will eventually do it."
A breeze blew past, and it let out a long whimper through the hole in the wall behind them.
Hicks straightened his scarf. With a solemn expression, he nodded slightly at Thales.
"Take care, young Sir."
Thales put away his thoughts and nodded solemnly as well.
"You too."
"Sir."
And so, Thales stood alone in the quiet night, listening to the sound of Hicks' walking stick slowly fade into the distance. He watched as the old man's hunched figure gradually disappeared.
He listened as Hicks boarded the dilapidated, shoddy truck, which was a stark contrast to Shield District, and explained to Kevin in a low voice why the teenager did not come.
He watched from afar as the truck left under Kevin's whip and the dissatisfied neigh of the old horse, never to return.
The prince greedily sucked in a mouthful of air in the cold wind of the night, but his lungs were frozen.
Thales turned around in resignation. The problem he faced and the melancholy in his heart surged before his eyes again.
From now on, he was alone again.
Just like in the past.
Thales absentmindedly kicked away a large piece of gravel that almost tripped him. He looked at the corpses Gleeward left behind on the ground, and then at the 'grand scene' of Shield District before him. He felt a headache coming on.
'All of Dragon Clouds City is looking for me.
In fact, it was not just Dragon Clouds City. Lampard, Count Lisban, Count Nazaire, and all the vassals …
'What should I do?'
Thales scratched his head in pain.
'Go back to the secret passage? Look for Putray?
Hide in Shield District and act according to circumstances?
'But I'm short on clothes and meat …'
"Hey! Brat! "
Thales raised his head in shock.
Under the moonlight, half of a head with a worried expression appeared behind a broken wall in front of him to his left.
A rough voice was trying hard to suppress its tone as it whispered, "Why are you spacing out? Come here …"
Thales was stunned.
He stared at the person leaning against the corner of the wall in shock. "You are … that … Gleeward?"
* Bang! *
The person behind the corner of the wall hit the wall in annoyance.
The familiar wheelchair came slowly from behind the wall.
Thales blinked. He could not figure out what was going on.
"Keep your f * cking voice down!"
Gleeward, who had just left in a huff, was now staring at him angrily.
The veteran who had lost both his legs had an awkward and complicated expression on his face. He looked around warily from time to time. "And where are your f * cking manners?! Why did you call me that? 'That Gleeward'? "
Thales ignored Gleeward's anger.
He just stared at the other person in a daze and scratched his head, trying to figure out what was going on.
"But why are you —"
Gleeward interrupted him from the wheelchair. His remaining eyes were filled with the words "I don't like the look of you".
"Shut up!
Come with me. "
'Go … with him?'
Thales was stunned again. He did not understand the logic behind the other person's actions.
"But didn't you say that you would let me go and not take me for the reward —"
"Hey!" Gleeward made a threatening expression like a wild beast. "I said, shut up!"
The veteran drove the wheelchair in front of Thales. He looked at the surprised prince and snorted coldly in displeasure. "Aren't you going out of the city? Come with me obediently! "
Thales rolled his eyes three times.
"Out of the city?"
He smiled stiffly, waved his hand tentatively, and pointed in the direction where Hicks left. "But didn't you just reject the Old Crow —"
The impatient Gleeward's expression changed. He supported the wheelchair with his left hand, pulled himself up a few inches, and raised his right fist at Thales!
Thales, who still had lingering fear in his heart, subconsciously took a few steps back and raised his hands in front of his chest. "Wait!"
Gleeward's fist stopped in midair.
"F * ck! Are you looking for a beating? "
The veteran said angrily without hesitation, "Are you going out of the city to live or not?!"
Thales' ears were ringing because of his loud voice. He felt dizzy and nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, yes …?"
In the awkward atmosphere, the two of them stared at each other. One of them was furious, and the other was confused.
A few seconds later, Gleeward put down his fist, snorted, and turned his wheelchair around.
"Follow me obediently!"
"Brat!" he snorted in disdain.
Thales, who was still in a state of shock, put down his hands.
He shrugged, as if he had understood something, and followed Gleeward in a contemplative manner.
Hence, amid the sound of wheels rolling over the gravel, the shadows of a wheelchair and a teenager slowly elongated on the rough ground of Shield District. They moved forward side by side under the quiet night sky.
* Slap! Slap! Slap! *
Thales punched his left palm three times with his right fist.
"I understand now." While walking, Thales carefully observed Gleeward, whose expression was unpleasant. He seemed to be aggrieved, but also angry.
The teenager seemed to have made a new discovery. There was a hint of surprise in his voice. "In the end, you will still help me. You just don't want to admit defeat in front of the Old Crow …"
Gleeward's expression froze.
"Shut up."
But Thales, who was immersed in his new discovery, did not care about what the old man said at all. His eyes lit up. "And Hicks, that Old Crow intentionally made me stay. He also knows this. Hicks knows that you will definitely help me, so he …"
Gleeward's expression became even more unpleasant.
He gritted his teeth, slanted his lips, and twisted his face. He sped up the speed of his hands pushing the wheelchair forward.
"Shut up."
Thales took two steps forward and overtook the accelerating wheelchair. He turned around to face the veteran.
"Wait." Thales' eyes grew brighter. "You know this too, don't you?
You know that he knows that you will help me … "
As if his thoughts were exposed, Gleeward exhaled with a lifeless expression.
As he pushed the wheelchair, he banged the wheel in dissatisfaction.
"Shut up! Shut up! "
Thales did not intend to shut up at all. He walked backwards with one hand over his chest and the other caressing his chin. He looked pleasantly surprised. "So, you both know each other very well, but … for some reason, you don't want to make it clear …
"Hicks, he also knows that you know that he knows that you will help me …"
Gleeward, who could not take it anymore, raised his head in pain and wailed.
"Enough …"
The veteran stopped and fiercely cut Thales off. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Thales stopped talking and looked at Gleeward in puzzlement.
"Yes, I know, he knows too." Gleeward's face was filled with anger. He waved his hands at the sky.
"So what?"
He spat in a very unrefined manner and looked at Thales in annoyance. "I also know that he knew that I knew that he knew that I would help you."
Thales nodded solemnly and used his gaze to encourage him to continue speaking.
"F * ck, I'm going crazy because of you." Gleeward's words were stuck in his throat. His expression changed slightly. "Can't you just f * cking shut up?"
Thales blinked and revealed a resigned expression.
"Of course." The prince chuckled and scratched his head. "But what you said might have …
"You know, you also scolded my mother."
Gleeward was immediately stunned.
"Scolded what?"
Thales pointed into the distance and smiled awkwardly. He kindly reminded him, "That sentence of yours seemed to have scolded her? My mother, TherrenJie … Erm, you know her. "
The puzzled Gleeward paused for a few seconds before he registered what he meant.
The veteran raised his finger in anger and put on a fierce expression. "You motherf * cker …"
"That's it," Thales coughed softly.
At that moment, Gleeward's throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he froze abruptly.
He subconsciously hesitated. His expression was subtle and changed a few times.
But a second later, the veteran regained his usual fierce tone and pointed at Thales again.
"You motherf * cker …"
However, under Thales' friendly gaze, Gleeward choked on something. The muscles on his face trembled slightly.
"You, he …"
The veteran's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
His fingers intertwined in the air, as if he could not find a target.
A gentle breeze blew past.
Thales shivered despite the chill, but his smile remained.
"You …"
Finally, after hesitating for a few seconds, Drew Gleeward threw a punch with a face full of grief and indignation!
He hit the poor wheelchair with a loud thud.
* Bang! *
"You motherf * cker, shut up!"
Hicks and his' History of the Northern Territory War 'did happen in reality.
I have a L teacher who told me about her personal experience. When L graduated from her Ph.D., she submitted a thesis to a top journal. A professor who reviewed it anonymously replied with an opinion, and the gist of it was, "You did not cite a certain work in your thesis. That is the authoritative work in the field! This is a major flaw in your research. Make up for it quickly. "
L, who had just graduated from her Ph.D., naturally accepted the anonymous professor's opinion in fear and trepidation. Then, she searched for that "certain work" no matter where she went. However, strangely enough, even though it was "the authoritative work in the field", she searched for it for years without any results.
In the end, the persistent L teacher gave each and every famous publishing house in the field a try.
In the end, she found information about "certain work" in Cambridge. The publishing house replied, "Oh, certain work? We have it here, but it's still in draft. It'll only be published next year!
Next year, next year, next year. "
L teacher in the wind: "I have a f * cking sentence, but I don't know how to say it …"
Many years later, through a coincidental channel, L teacher found out, with an exasperated expression, that the professor who reviewed her thesis anonymously was the author of that "certain work" that had not been published at that time.
L teacher in the wind: "I have another f * cking sentence, but I don't know …"
Swordless could never forget L teacher's lifeless expression, who had always been serious and serious, when she told this story.
'I wish her good health and a smooth life. When have great thoughts ever been shackled by a sick body?'
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