Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Xue Tao sat on the chair, his buttocks were not warm yet, his face turned green when he heard the bald man's words.

He knows about black holes, but what is the theory of black holes?

He doesn't know who brought it up, isn't this cheating?

Xue Tao stood up from the chair bravely, his mind was completely muddled, and he couldn't remember any of the scientists' names.

"Eh..."

After thinking for a long time, Xue Tao gritted his teeth and could only be blinded.

"Hawking??"

This is the only scientist Xue Tao knows from TV.

Other scientists, he can't call the names at all.

"Very well, you are such a learning genius."

With a gratified smile on his face, the bald man praised Xue Tao.

However, before Xue Tao sat down, he continued: "Then tell me about the black hole theory.",

"???"

The smile on Xue Tao's face lasted only three seconds, and it froze immediately.

Looking back at the eyes of the students who focused on themselves.

Cold sweat rolled down Xue Tao's forehead.

The first two times were Mongolian, but at least there is someone whose name can be Mongolian.

How is he fooled this time?What is the black hole theory?God knows.

"Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."

Seeing that Xue Tao remained silent, the bald man began to urge him sharply.

The eyes of the surrounding students staring at him also began to become sharper a little bit.

As time went by, Xue Tao even saw that the eyes of these students seemed to start to shine with a strange and fierce light.

Some people even took out axes, kitchen knives, and daggers from under the desks.

A bad feeling gradually enveloped Xue Tao's head.

Although he didn't know what would happen next, Xue Tao gradually felt it.

Around him, an invisible force began to press towards him.

It made my hands and feet start to go numb, and my body became more and more stiff.

At this time, Xue Tao finally understood why the fat man didn't hide or resist, and didn't even fart.

Because you can't move at all.

Although Xue Tao felt that he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, he didn't care about these blades and axes.

But he knew that if he continued to play, he would die.

At a critical moment, Xue Tao gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble: "Teacher, I know!"

When shouting this sentence.

Xue Tao felt the oppressive force on his body, and it immediately eased a lot.

Silently, he took out two cracked gas tanks from the stamp album.

Looking sideways at the stunned expression of the bald man, he said coldly, "I don't know about black holes, but I do know about the Big Bang theory."

As soon as Xue Tao said this, he picked up the lighter with the other hand, pointed at the cracked opening of the gas tank, and lit it.

Chapter 611 The Origin of the Shrine

It is the season of the first hot summer and the time when jasmine blooms.

There is a strong fragrance of jasmine in the air.

Even in the middle school not far away, the children in class can smell the faint fragrance of jasmine.

"be careful!"

A young man, carrying cement, walked like flying, and sent the cement to the second floor in three or two steps.

In front of the alley, a small western-style building has been built up to three floors, and it has begun to take shape, and it is working overtime to build it up.

Passing neighbors looked at the three-story building that was about to rise, with envious eyes in their eyes.

"Oh, this house is so beautiful, it's still a promising life."

The neighbors looked at the brand-new small building from time to time, feeling a burst of envy in their hearts.

The Fusheng they were talking about was the young guy carrying the cement.

He is not very young, already 24 years old, but he has a long-term spirit, strong and powerful, and is willing to work hard.

In a construction company, I contracted some projects myself and started quickly.

Now when I go home, the old house in front of the door is demolished, and a small building is going to be built, and I am going to get married.

This has attracted the envy of many people.

"Fusheng, it's time to eat, let everyone eat something first."

Behind the yard, a middle-aged man was sitting in a big pot of rice, a steaming big iron pot.

The stewed pork vermicelli and cabbage inside has a strong fragrance.

A bowl of rice for each person, served with a pot of pork vermicelli, the workers ate with relish.

After two bites, there is also jasmine tea brewed in a large iron pot, which is even more satisfying to quench your thirst and cool off the heat.

While eating, the middle-aged man reached out and pulled his son.

I saw the middle-aged man with a serious expression, looking at the three-story small western-style building in front of him.

"Fusheng, if this building is built again, it will be too high, it will almost touch the tree crown over there."