I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 371

Chapter 371 Mobilization meeting

On the second floor of the quiet Royal Academy Library, except for the occasional guards and cleaners who patrol, only the administrators sit on the posts.

Only a small number of low-grade students come here, flipping through ancient books and modern classics, and get happiness from them other than textbooks. There is only the rustling sound of books and paper in the library, and there is silence.

Keeping tacit silence is the most basic quality for every visitor to himself and others.

The sunlight outside the window sprinkles into the interior buildings sporadically, and you can hear melodious chirping from time to time, and then brew a cup of hot coffee, which can be described as a quite petty bourgeois atmosphere.

"Ha~"

Tu Fu, who was still working in the library, yawned lazily.

While arranging the book numbers and putting them on some bookshelves, he is like a lazy prairie lion at work, patrolling his territory carelessly,

From time to time, I become interested in the "food" on the bookshelf, and when I see something I like, I will bite it down.

The area under his jurisdiction is a library of historical literature. On the second floor alone, there are three libraries of two to three hundred square meters, which are filled with records of the two continents for nearly a century.

It only takes a few steps to go from the historical area of the Southern Continent to the library of the Northern Continent, but for the vast majority of people, it is an endless journey even if they spend their whole life.

Tu Fu randomly selected a few books as today's meal, and then returned to the manager's seat.

Today's newspaper has been delivered to the table. In order to ensure the timeliness of the information, the mainstream newspapers and periodicals on the market are delivered at this point every day by the buyer.

Tu Fu casually picked up a copy of "Göttinghagen Post", glanced quickly at a headline on the masthead, and couldn't help muttering:

"Has the result come out yet?"

The news headlines reported on the assassination of Baia for the first time a few days ago. I don't know if someone deliberately manipulated it, and the heat of the whole matter was extremely low.

"The ultrpatriotic youth in Baia assassinated the iron-blooded prime minister. The person involved committed suicide in fear of hurting his family."

Tu Fu glanced at the headline with a smile, it was quite a report with a spring and autumn style of writing.

In the title, the words such as patriotic youth and suicide in fear of crime are emphasized, which deliberately wins people's sympathy.

Not only did he deliberately conceal the fact that he was an assassin, but instead, as a weak person, the people turned their hostility towards Prime Minister Sollens.

Turn to a patron saint who has silently guarded the country for decades.

In the news content, the assassin attacked Thilo Sollens out of justice and righteousness. He not only hid a bomb under the car, but also tried to kill the prime minister with a gun. After the incident failed, he was afraid. It hurt his family so he committed suicide by taking poison.

It really created a pretty good patriotic youth character.

The deceased explained his psychological journey and behavioral motives in the suicide note written in advance, and regarded Prime Minister Thilo Sollens as a terrible dictator who had dominated Baia's political arena for decades and had unknowingly become a terrible dictator.

You can use the public apparatus of the state at will, and frequently make radical remarks in the international community.

Expansion of armaments at the expense of national power and alliances with many countries will lead to more conflicts and expansion of wars. Such people have become veritable tyrants, cancers, and dictators...

A certain column in the newspaper counted the people's willingness to let Prime Minister Sorens step down,

More than half of the people chose yes.

"Shuala!"

Tu Fu tore the newspaper into shreds and threw it into a metal box with a lid before he finished reading it. It was like garbage.

Such remarks can tell the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes just by looking at them.

It is nothing more than trying to force Prime Minister Sorens to step down through public opinion. There were many such remarks a long time ago, probably... not long after William II took the throne.

The people of Baia are not grateful to Prime Minister Sorens, at least for now.

People are afraid because they don't know, and because they are afraid, they have all kinds of remarks.

“If you want to be a national hero, you have to be incomprehensible and feel like you're not at the top.”

In Tu Fu's mind came a passage from Mr. Prime Minister to convey to Mr. Kelan, and to himself who was in Catalan Prison at that time.

Times have changed,

Now he is gradually understanding what the old man said.

Tafu didn't have such a broad mind, so he would rather stay in Santa instead of going back. On the contrary, he has such a mind and courage, even being assassinated makes the people cheer.

What kind of world is this!

"Is it really worth paying for those people?"

Tu Fu let out a long breath, his eyes full of doubts, he doubted the prime minister, the people, and whether what he had done was worth it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to go to the muddy water for the time being, and lives a leisurely life in Tabor like now,

is what he wants.

"Aesop, well done, I knew this kind of work was easy enough for you."

When Tu Fu was paddling for fish, a voice from his boss came from the stairs.

Mr. George Orwell had a smile on his face, wandering around near the library as if he came to inspect his work, and from time to time issued a sentence or two of appreciation when reviewing the work.

Tufu's mouth curled up formulaically:

"Sir, I don't think you will make a special trip just to praise me."

"Yes, you guessed it right, I came here to invite you to participate in an interesting event in the academy tomorrow, the dean and the council will go, and we will invite all important people."

Mr. George Orwell said so.

This sentence expresses in disguise that Tu Fu is an important member of the academy.

"Activity?"

"For large-scale activities related to students, parents, and teachers, we will hold some activities in the lecture hall 50 days before the start of higher education selection.

Find some children with excellent character and learning and some people with inspirational deeds to give speeches on stage to motivate children who are struggling. "

Hearing what he said, Tu Fu quickly came back to his senses, and said silently in his heart:

"Isn't this the so-called mobilization meeting?"

Tufu has experienced this kind of thing whether he was on Earth or at Leeds College. He never thought that he would not be able to escape this disaster even if he came to the Southern Continent now.

Mobilization meeting!

It's nothing more than a performance in front of the school's leaders, where everyone knows what they know. After a process that seems passionate and exciting, but is actually boring and silly, nothing can change the reality.

It's all at the final sprint, and it's about to usher in the higher education assessment.

Even if the students here have ideas, it is too late to do anything now.

Pretty typical show.

"Then why did you invite me?" Tu Fu laughed at himself, "A librarian."

"No, Aesop, you are a scholar from the University of Michigan, and now you are only temporarily condescending to come here to do some work."

George Orwell, with high emotional intelligence, smiled, as if he knew himself better than Tufu, "You can describe your life in Miskar Stark to children as a student of UM.

Just chat about anything, about Göttinghagen, one of the largest cities in the world, about Miskar Stark's interesting academic style, or about the outstanding students you've met.

Those things are quite tempting to children of this age, especially those who grew up in the Southern Continent. "

"I see." Tu Fu said lightly.

How can I not understand the intention of this guy, it is nothing more than to paint a big cake, so that these students who have not been deeply involved in the world are full of good vision for the future,

"Well, I think I can talk to them about the enthusiasm of the people of Göttinghagen, the beautiful environment of the University of Michigan and the unique style of study there, so I need to do a little beautification to fascinate them, right?"

"Dear Aesop, it seems that you have grasped the essence of the speech. The speech is not about telling the audience the facts, but more importantly, conveying your firm beliefs so that the children can feel them."

Minister George Orwell was quite satisfied with Tu Fu's reading comprehension, and took the initiative to give him a thumbs up.

Regardless of whether Tu Fu is willing or not, this matter has been agreed before he knows it.

Watching the head of logistics leave with joyful steps, Tu Fu only felt melancholy, and sat blankly in his place with a weak expression.

Such hesitation lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Coincidentally, Miss Cheryl, who came to the library on time after school, saw her, "Mr. Andersen, your complexion looks very bad."

"It's bad enough that Mr. Orwell is going to ask me to come on stage and say something because of tomorrow's event."

“My God, to be able to give everyone a point of view in a lecture hall is pretty amazing.

Among our candidates this year, only the best can give speeches on stage. "

Miss Cheryl Thoreau sighed in surprise.

But he didn't know that Tu Fu had done too many similar public speeches, and even stopped the king's car to speak publicly to everyone in the capital... This level of speech could not reach the threshold he wanted.

"You don't like this?"

"I can't say I don't like it, it's just that I hate it."

Cheryl tilted her head incomprehensibly, "Then what are you going to say?"

"Probably because of my experience in Miska, there is nothing else to say."

Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders, and his words made the latter's eyes full of little stars, "Although I grew up in the capital, I never went to Miska, it's too remote, and that school is really like the one in the rumors. Is that free?"

"Of course, there will never be another free higher education school like this," noticed Cheryl's starry eyes, and looked quite eager to go.

Tu Fu's eyes lit up, and it was time to cut off her thoughts, and then he said boastfully: "Students from the School of Humanities and Social Sciences are not bad, as long as they are unfortunate enough to choose archaeology or folklore, it is not easy to encounter weird things.

I have seen the data, at least one-third of the students who choose these subjects will die in the next few decades.

Cheryl, contribute some dedication to scientific research,

Of course it's nothing, right. "

"Ah... yes, yes."

It is worth mentioning that beware of the guys from the Academy of Natural Sciences, that group of guys who are between geniuses and madmen, always blowing up in the laboratory, they are definitely capable of blowing up the school, who knows if they will become terrorists Woolen cloth. "

"My God~"

"There is also the School of Mechanical Technology. Speaking of which, their research has reached the level of replacing prosthetics, that is, using cold machines to replace limbs and five sense organs. That kind of transformation can be said to be quite cool."

"Prosthetic...prosthetic limb..."

Hearing this, Cheryl's eyes already showed signs of retreat.

Tufu continued to add fuel to the fire: "There is also the medical school, oh, in my impression, they always carry rotten or fresh corpses around the campus,

I think it's about doing some evil human research, such as human body refining... Hey, Cheryl, how did you go...

I haven't finished yet..."

(end of this chapter)

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