The Goddess Shines on America

　　 Dealing with dc comics did not make Alice intend to stay in New York more, because the time is already March after all, even if I have a very tall reason, it is not easy to ask for leave from school after all. She did things first and foremost. In order to be busy filming "Batman" and this whole set of acquisitions, she didn't even participate in the winodws3.0 conference held in Seattle. Hurry up and rush to grab time, just not to set a record of the longest leave time in Eaton’s history.

　　 But even so, when she finally returned to school, nine out of ten of the courses in the first month of school had been completed. Teachers don't reduce the amount of schoolwork because of taking time off, so Alice rushes back, and has to spend all night doing homework.

　　 It is night, and April Fool's Day is only one day away, and a single bedroom in the girl's eighth apartment is still lit. If someone peeped through the window with a binoculars, they must be able to see that a beautiful Asian girl was immersed in her homework with her head hanging over her head.

　　 However, if they really think so, they would be wrong.

　　 "It turned out to be like this!"

Not in front of the desk, but on one side of the bed, Cici held Alice’s last night's notes like a treasure, and carefully compared it with her own: "I said why Professor Lauders would not give me an a. It turns out that this place lacks arguments!"

　　 Alice was sitting at the table and tapping on the typewriter. This was a treasure she found by chance in an antique shop when she was leaving New York a few days ago. The cluttered keystrokes are crisp and moving, and there will be a moving sound every time a line is changed. Lines of delicate English letters are constantly being written on the even thick manuscript paper, converging into sections of beautiful text.

　　 "I told you earlier, you just didn't listen."

She wrote the story and looked at the orange and yellow street lights beside the stone road on the campus late at night: “Since you want to set the Harvard Mba as your goal, if you don’t work hard now, it’s really too late. Professor Lauders’s knowledge of tax law, Even the top lawyers may not be able to compete, you actually plan to sleep in his class?"

　　 "Didn't I think I understood..." Cici said nonchalantly, because she was really depressed. Because of personal factors, the professor who gave her law lessons last year resigned to teach in Australia. Just after adapting to an academic year, he welcomed a new teacher. Cici was not able to get used to the summer homework the other party left for her at all.

"It's okay, if you don't understand anything else, it's a big deal to let Sophie teach you on the long-distance call." Alice said casually, but didn't put much energy on Cici, just glanced at the street lamp outside the window from time to time, and Fingers kept tapping on the delicate typewriter.

　　 This is true, Alice almost loves this typewriter. People who use keyboards often know that cheap membrane keyboards are far less comfortable to use than mechanical keyboards because of their frustration. Of course, after the computer games are highly developed in the later period, the combination of keys does not conflict is also a major advantage of mechanical keyboards. But if you really say that the frustration of returning to the basics, what can be compared to a typewriter, this kind of antique that has been circulating for hundreds of years?

　　 The earliest typewriter in the world was born in 1808, and the first practical and successfully commercialized typewriter was postponed to the 1860s. Less than two hundred years ago, history has already been introduced with the popularity of keyboards, which makes every existing typewriter on the market a souvenir worth collecting. The one that Alice is using is made of brass and mahogany as a combination of components. It can be described as a high-quality product, a rare thing that can't be exchanged for a few cars.

　　 Then, a novel conceived with such a treasure will naturally not be anything bad.

"He found what he was looking for in his pocket, it looks like a silver lighter." Cici didn't plan to spend the night on revising the paper, she was so bored that she moved to Alice's side. Reading Ji You's new work seriously.

"He flicked it away, held it up high, and with a click, the nearest street lamp went out with a pop. He hit it again—the second light went out. He hit it ten times with a light extinguisher. The second time, there were only two small spots of light in the distance left on the whole street, and that was the two eyes of the cat watching him."

　　 said so, and then Cici looked up and looked out the window. On the century-old campus road on the stone slabs, the street lamps in the style of the eighteenth-century kerosene lamps were still flashing orange lights.

　　 "It's really my Alice, this kind of ability to learn inspiration from the surrounding environment at any time, I can't do it."

"Hmm~" She was praised, and Alice immediately became proud, humming her tune. She held her head proudly, while continuing to tap her shoulders slowly, she said triumphantly: "It's not just about drawing inspiration from the surroundings at any time. , The true work of God, the past, the future, and the present are all integrated. Believe it or not, Cici, the lighter I describe now will disappear after this debut, and then wait until the seventh part of the series Come out suddenly again?"

"Part 7!?" In the two hours of work tonight, Cici didn't even ask what novel Ji You was typing on. When she heard this, she really felt shocked: "You Planning to write a long series of novels!?"

"I'm idle, too," Alice replied calmly: "Cici, do you want to read my original text beforehand? Remind you in advance, my dear, if you really read it, you are witnessing history. It's."

　　 "Bring you bullish." Cici curled her lips in disdain, but the smile on the corners of her mouth was full. She stood up to Alice and stretched out her hands, gently massaging her shoulders with her hands. Of course, reading the article is the business, so she will not forget to keep staring at Alice's writing.

　　 And of course Alice did not disappoint her, with her long slender fingers touching the typewriter gracefully and lightly.

"If someone looked out the window at this time, even the sharp-eyed Mrs. Dursley would not see everything that happened on the road. Dumbledore put the light extinguisher back into the pocket inside the cloak, and then walked down the street. No. walked. He sat down next to the cat on the wall. He didn't look at it, but after a while he talked to it."

I was fascinated just by looking at it, and due to the inconsistency of the context, when Alice hits "Professor McGonagall took out a lace handkerchief and gently wiped the eyes behind the lens. Dumbledore took a deep breath. He took out a gold watch from his pocket and looked seriously. The watch looked strange. It had twelve hands but no numbers. There were some small stars moving along the edge of the dial. "At the time, Cici was no longer Planning to be a maid for the evil capitalist again.

　　 "Where is your previous manuscript?"

　　 Alice clicked her chin to the left side of the desk: "Are you blind?"

　　 "You're blind, go to hell!" He slapped Alice's head, Cici shook her hand and copied the thick pile of manuscript paper, and couldn't wait to read it.

　　 Then, I couldn't look up at this reading.

　　 For a while, only the continuous tapping of the typewriter was heard in the room. The sound is beautiful and patchy, as exquisite as big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and it is like the wonderful performance of the world's top piano masters at a solo recital in Vienna. Cici, who occupied the magpie's nest, was immersed in the world of modern magic novels based on the British world through the bedside lights. Unknowingly, when she read the entire first chapter, it was late at night. .

　　 She raised her head and said pretentiously, "Anything else?"

　　 "Of course," Up to this point, Alice was still typing the text: "Two-thirds of the second chapter has been completed. Are you planning to stay up late tonight and wait for my draft?"

　　 "Pour the coffee!" No matter what else, Cici jumped directly to the ground and picked up Alice's freshly baked manuscript. The title of Chapter 2 immediately greeted her. The title of "Disappearing Glass" immediately aroused her interest.

　　 But Cici was not in a hurry to continue reading. Instead, she suddenly raised her head and said in a daze, "What is the name of your book?"

　　 Then with a bang, Alice almost grabbed her head: "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone! You mentally retarded, I have your name written on the first page of my manuscript!?"

　　 Qianqian blushed, her eyes glanced at the pile of manuscripts she had just finished reading, and the title of the book was printed on the header of the first page. But she didn't intend to admit that her eyes were leaking. Instead, she said confidently: "You wrote the title of the book on the header. Why should I be able to see the corners?"

　　 Alice turned her head, her eyes narrowed.

　　 Then a cold wind suddenly moved the curtains.

　　 "Cici, do you still want to read my novel?"

　　 Will Cici be afraid of Alice?

　　 won't~www.readwn.com~ Three steps forward, without a pause in between, she separated Alice's legs, and then rode on one of them.

　　 "Ah hello? Ah hello?"

　　 "Look for yourself!"

With a bang, Cici sent the first piece of manuscript paper with the title of the book printed on the header to Alice: "Can the size of this string of characters be smaller? Fortunately, you have spent tens of thousands of dollars on this typewriter. Will you exhaust the rhythm of my eyes?"

　　 Alice glanced at the computer next to the desk. As a new system with version 3.0 of windows, it is of course pre-installed with the office series of office software written by Alice herself.

　　 "I said my dear, did you forget that all typewriters use international standard font sizes? I don't have the ability to use it to reduce the size of letters~"

　　 killed him in a flash, but this was not the point at all. Cici was angry when he heard that she was refuted.

　　 "I think you don't want to write tonight, right?"

He creaked and tried to pinch off Alice’s thigh, and Cici, who was sitting on it, squeezed her tightly together: "Don’t you want to contribute to bantam again? Believe it or not, I’ll take your two **** big pieces right away. The broken leg will make you a bantam too!?"

　　 Facing Cici who was angry and might have to "hands" on herself at any time, Alice swallowed and spitted hard, her mouth barely kept smirk. (To be continued.)