After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

God is not omnipotent.

This is something Grisha has known since he was very young.

When he was born, that great era had not yet ended, the red flag was still flying over Moscow, and people generally believed in themselves more than in the illusory gods.

The same is true for Grisha. In fact, at that time he scoffed at the so-called gods. He was confident that all truths should come from the laboratory, not the Bible and legends.

Truth is the beauty that shocks people's hearts, but unfortunately mediocre people have no ability to appreciate it.

Otherwise, how could Bruno be burned to death in the Campo de' Fiori in Rome by the Inquisition?

From that moment on, theology was nailed to the pillar of shame.

For a long time, Grisha read the Bible in order to find paradoxes in it to refute the views of believers.

He challenges authority and takes pleasure in it.

And he does have this ability.

If he calls himself a genius, it may be suspected of boasting, but to everyone who knows Grisha, he deserves this title.

He studied, he skipped grades, he was admitted to university, he became a researcher, and then he was swallowed up by the ocean of chaos...

It was written in one go, with at least 30,000 words of plot omitted.

Of these 30,000 words, the fall of the red flag in Moscow accounts for 10,000 words, and the love story with the Oriental Pearl Tower accounts for the remaining 20,000 words.

Well, maybe the latter will have to add another 5,000 words and a to be continued chapter.

Grisha always refused to admit that their love had ended long ago, and it should have just come to an end, even though they were separated by a huge distance.

He was in cold Soviet...Russia, now it should be called Russia.

Damn it, he could never get used to it. Even though he was still a child when the red flag fell, he still kept this name on his lips.

He always missed that era, just as he always missed Miss Jewel.

Although Miss Treasure said her name was Liuli, which is closer to glass in Russian, he just likes to translate this word as treasure.

Anyway, Miss Zhenbao learned Russian from him, so she had no way to refute him.

It's a pity that he is in cold Russia, and she is in the south of the Yangtze River where it is spring all year round. Maybe she is no longer in the south of the Yangtze River. His Miss Zhenbao loves traveling and likes to run around the world.

Unfortunately, he was sealed in the laboratory layer by layer, and he will probably stay in this cold country for the rest of his life.

It's not that he doesn't love this place, far from it.

If he had to choose between love and country, he would undoubtedly choose the latter. This is probably why his Oriental Pearl took the initiative to break up.

You can't let a freedom-loving bird live in the ice and snow all the time. That would be too cruel.

When they parted, both of them had tears in their eyes, at least Grisha firmly believed so.

He would never believe that the girl he liked did not cry because of this separation. Her love for him was no less than his love for her.

Afterwards he got drunk at home.

There are vodka bars everywhere in Russia. His treasure once said with a smile:

Vodka is the blood of Russians, Porposha is their bones, and Katyusha is their thoughts.

All three are indispensable.

At that time, Grisha said righteously, "If you don't like it, I can stop drinking vodka and drink Moutai or Erguotou instead."

Miss Zhenbao laughed so hard at his words that she could hardly straighten her back.

Grisha refused to admit it because his Chinese pronunciation was too weird. It was not his fault at all. The pronunciation difference between Russian and Chinese was too big. The difficulty of learning was almost as difficult as studying in Germany.

The three years he spent learning Chinese were the best seven years of his five-year life.

That would be great.

Drunk Grisha lay on the sofa he and Miss Jewel had chosen together, listening to the crackling of the wood in the fireplace and looking at the lamp they had bought together and the scarf Miss Jewel had knitted herself, and he couldn't help but think again:

That would be great.

I studied Chinese with Miss Zhenbao for three years, then extended it to five years, then to seven years, and finally for a lifetime.

If I had known this earlier, I would have pretended to be dumb and not learned so quickly.

But Grisha changed his mind and realized that no matter how slowly he learned, it would be useless because Miss Zhenbao was learning Russian very quickly. After half a year, they were communicating in Russian without any problem. She didn't need to learn from him anymore.

Maybe she was dating him just to learn Russian, and then dumped him after she learned it.

Thinking of this, Grisha was overcome with sadness and took another big gulp of vodka.

Damn it, if that's the case...

He fell on the sofa, thinking almost aggrievedly:

If that were the case, he would drink vodka all his life.

Don’t touch Moutai or Erguotou.

Just before he fell drunk on the sofa, Grisha was still thinking about this terrible question:

Miss Zhenbao couldn't really be dating him just to learn Russian, right?

……

Russia is freezing cold.

This was Liuli's first feeling after getting off the plane. She even felt a little regretful about traveling here.

In fact, if interpersonal relationships in the country had not suddenly become extremely complicated, she would not have thought of running abroad at this time.

Wouldn’t it be nice to go to the Zhang family in Hong Kong to eat at a lavish restaurant? Wouldn’t it be nice to go to the Jie family in Beijing to listen to music?

If it really doesn't work out, she can go to Wudang Mountain to seek refuge with Wang Ye. That guy will definitely treat her to good food and drink, and she can just think of it as a place to cultivate her body and mind in the mountains.

But now it is highly unlikely.

Liuli sneezed while standing at the airport, refusing to admit that someone was thinking of her.

What's there to think about...

No no.

I just hope those guys can finish the fight by the time she returns home.

Thinking of this, she felt depressed again. Originally, the interconnected model of the seven boats was working well. She had breakfast with Jie Yuchen in the morning, and after breakfast, she took Black Eyes' car to go shopping in the mall with Huo Xiuxiu.

At noon, I went to the Crescent Hotel to have lunch with Zhang Rishan. In the afternoon, I went to the Happy Internet Cafe to play Glory with Ye Xiu. In the evening, I went to the Longyin Base to have dinner with Chu Xuan. After dinner, we could watch the stars and learn computers together.

After nightfall, randomly ask one of the above people to do parallel jogging exercise with you.

If you're bored, you can go to Hong Kong to watch a movie with Zhang Haike and have an in-depth conversation, or go to Wudang Mountain to cultivate your character with Wang Ye, or date a few beautiful young stars in the circle. The recently popular Zhuge Qing is a good choice...

In short, her life was fulfilling and happy.

Until one afternoon three days ago, when she had just returned from Happy Internet Cafe and was passing through an alley, she saw a girl of about eleven or twelve shouting at somewhere:

"Yelori magic, passion is like fire."

Liuli: ???

What the hell, do primary school students nowadays like to run to the alleys to play cosplay?

She also Gunara, the god of darkness, Woohoo, the black devil transformed!

She hadn't thought much of it at first, thinking it might just be a hobby and a way to relax. She'd even considered blowing up the school in elementary school. Wasn't that more dangerous than yelling in an alley?

Ten or twenty years later, the dark history of your middle school years will naturally exert its due power, allowing you to dig out a courtyard house with your toes and make up for the painful reality of not being able to buy a house.

Originally Liuli really thought so, and even planned to pass through other people's youth quietly.

Suddenly, a sister wearing a cheongsam and another aunt wearing a cheongsam head appeared at the same time and said harsh words, blocking her way.

Wow, you guys are also filming a TV series.

Okay, that doesn’t matter. Liuli calmly sent a message to Chu Xuan saying that she had encountered a large reality show and might arrive a little late today, so he could eat first.

Then he stood aside and watched with great interest.

Well, the beautiful sister wants to protect the human world, the beautiful aunt wants to destroy the world, and the elementary school sister hugs her doll and angrily scolds her aunt, saying that her evil plan will never come true!

It feels like the Magic Fairy Xiaolan and the Black Magic Fairy Xiaoyue are bickering with each other, and Maggie and Miyuki are helping out.

But halfway through, the aunt with the flag-head hairstyle suddenly waved her hand, and a huge mirror suddenly appeared on the flat ground. The little girl, who was holding her doll, fell down with a snap.

Immediately afterwards, Liuli also fell down.

Liuli: ???

No, sisters, you guys are serious...

Even if it's true, just fight and don't hurt passers-by.

Am I too old to be a monkey and drink soju?

Then there was a long fall, and finally Liuli fell into a big lake with a splash. Before she could struggle to swim upstream, a pair of arms suddenly emerged from the lake and carried her out of the water.

A high school student (?) with light blue hair and cool, elf-like attire was holding her like a princess, her lake-blue eyes filled with deep affection.

"Human girl, your bloody skin is so beautiful."

Liuli: ???

Liuli was silent for a moment, a polite smile on her face, "Thank you for the compliment, but I don't date minors."