Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 2 Hikari No. 1

"Professor Howard Wilson?"

The principal of Miskatonic University looked at the new Professor Wilson through a thick crystal lens.

The professor in front of him didn't look very old, he hadn't reached forty yet, maybe it was the freshly shaved beard that made him look younger, making him look like he was just over 30 years old.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his face added a lot of gentleness to him.

At this time, he was turning his eyes as if he was looking around, and there was a kind of indescribable strange surprise in his honey-colored eyes.There also seemed to be an alienated temperament around him, a feeling of being out of place.

"I remember you're supposed to be enjoying your Christmas holidays at this time, aren't you?"

Hearing a mouthful of fluent English with a slight accent ringing in his ears, Professor Wilson seemed to have just realized it, and slowly set his sights on the principal.

He paused for a moment, as if he was trying to organize his words, and he seemed to be trying to remember something:
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster."

The tone of voice he just said was still a bit stagnant, with a certain ancient charm, but soon this feeling seemed to permeate the air.

There was a wry smile on Professor Wilson's face, "My advisor, Professor Jones, must have told you about my recent experience. I am so embarrassed that I can no longer afford my rent in New York. I have to report to your school in advance. .”

Recalling the letter of recommendation, the headmaster understood, and expressed some concern in his tone: "Professor Wilson, your advisor, Professor Jones, is a very reliable expert in the study of ancient history. In the letter, Professor Jones tried his best to tell me I recommend your talent, and I am also willing to believe in your ability."

"You are overrated."

Wilson pursed his lips, with a slightly unnatural expression on his face.

The principal smiled, raised his hand to sign his name on the document in front of him, got up and handed it to the professor in front of him.

"Welcome to join us, Miskatonic University welcomes you."

The headmaster is a bit older, with gray hair, but he winked playfully at Professor Wilson, "She is a mysterious lady."

Professor Wilson smiled politely.This kind of smile is usually shown when people understand a joke but don't think it's funny, so as to avoid mutual embarrassment.

He didn't quite understand the headmaster's humor.

It is the beginning of the twentieth century.

The headmaster may have noticed the unnaturalness shown by Professor Wilson, so he didn't continue to say anything.

Wilson took his entry application documents from the headmaster, and glanced at the headmaster's cursive signature at the end.

The handwritten English letters are glued together and circled several times, which makes it completely difficult for people who are not familiar with cursive to distinguish these letters.There is still a big gap between print and handwriting, especially this messy gesture with a unique personal style.

Wilson's eyes froze for a moment, then he raised his head nonchalantly, and smiled at the principal to cover up his subtle embarrassment.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Principal."

The headmaster carefully looked at the black-haired professor in front of him again. The thick crystal glasses hid the headmaster's deep gaze very well, and Wilson didn't notice it.

Afterwards, he showed a kind smile and rang the paging bell at hand.

"If you have anything to do next, you can contact Mr. Ball. He will arrange your next apartment and office." The principal said with a smile, "He will also show you around our school."

Immediately after, Mr. Power pushed open the door of the principal's office. It was a weather-beaten middle-aged man who bowed slightly to Wilson.

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"Oh, thank you very much for bringing my luggage over."

Bauer brought Professor Wilson to his residence.

Because it is still the Christmas holiday, there are not many students on campus, and most of the faculty and staff have left the school.Mr Ball was one of the few staff members to remain at the school.

He took Wilson to the teacher's apartment at the corner of Miskatonic University.

This is a beautiful three-story building with red bricks and white tiles, quietly located beside the woods.

The lawn downstairs seems to have been neglected for a long time, with weeds growing wantonly, and wild flowers blooming in the corners.

Wilson was also surprised to find his wooden suitcase in front of the gate.

Mr. Ball also took the initiative to help carry it to the second floor.

"I'm tired."

Wilson quickly expressed his thanks.

Mr. Ball took out the key and opened the door of the apartment on the second floor.

A gray smell hits the face.Apparently no one has lived here for a long time.

There are only some old-fashioned furniture inside, which are said to have been left after the previous professor left.There is also an old printer that looks badly worn.

In addition to these sundries, only thick dust remained.

This is where Wilson will live next.He wasn't too dissatisfied.

...at least better than being kicked out by a landlord in New York.

Thinking of the landlady who pointed at his nose and yelled at him, especially the authentic New York accent like a series of cannonballs and listening to heaven.

Wilson couldn't help feeling sad.

For a person who only has a score of [-] in the fourth and sixth grades, this is simply torture.

Fortunately, based on the bits and pieces of body memory and the landlord's expression, he roughly guessed what the landlord's aunt meant. He sorted out his luggage in a desperate manner, and ran to Miskatonic University without stopping. .

Otherwise, he can only sleep on the street now.

Um...yes, I ran, from New York to Massachusetts.

Who told him that he had no money to take a car.

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Mr. Ball handed him the keys and left.

Wilson had planned to clean the dusty room, but he couldn't find a broom, and no one else was on the other floors of the apartment, and it was getting late.

This made Wilson extremely devastated.There is a choking dusty smell in the nose, and every step of the way raises dust all over the sky.

After a while, his only decent black suit and leather shoes turned gray.

As it turns out, things are always going from bad to worse.

When Wilson saw the wooden bed that was covered in dust and even had a big hole in it, his expression became numb.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and said in a low voice:

"Hikali 1!"

In front of his eyes, a flashing light curtain quickly appeared, followed by a cold electronic voice:

"Hikali 1 is at your service, respected Mr. Nanke."

Howard Wilson, no, his real name is Nan Ke.

He was originally a happy young man, born in the 21st century, living under the red flag on the other side of the ocean since he was a child, happily 996 after graduation, until he was bound by a system that called himself "Hikali 1".

Throwing it into the completely unfamiliar American country in the early [-]th century, it is nothing to travel thousands of miles to sleep on a broken bed.

Nanke's magnificent and unlucky journey has just begun.

(End of this chapter)