Chapter 483: Chapter 234 Cambridge Entrance Exam (End of the month, asking for monthly pass!!!!)
Ground floor hall.
"..."
Looking at Purim, who left the scene without turning back.
Xu Yun instinctively exchanged a glance with Mr. Thomson and hesitated to ask:
"Mr. Thomson, should we come back at another time?"
Thomson gave him a sideways glance, then turned to Werner and said:
"Werner, why don’t you tell Mr. Luo Feng who Dean Huai Wei has argued with these days?"
Werner immediately started counting on his fingers:
"Let me think... yesterday it was Professor Levill, who thought the funding for his research was too little and argued with the dean for two hours..."
"The day before yesterday it was Ms. Guido Copeland, who wanted more courses scheduled for her next term, and she ended up breaking a porcelain cup..."
"The day before that it was Mr. Marti Rios, who suggested expelling all students in relationships, and the two argued from morning to afternoon..."
"The day before that was Professor Tom Riddle...."
"...."
Seeing Werner recall events smoothly back to last week, Xu Yun’s mouth twitched slightly:
This fellow’s memory is really remarkable... no, wait, are all professors this bold nowadays?
Honestly speaking.
Although he had spent a year at Cambridge in his past life, he wasn’t particularly interested in school history, so he never really delved deep into it.
At least not these detailed historical backgrounds and past events, he’s really not too sure about them.
And truth be told...
Professors were indeed this bold in this era.
Previously mentioned was one thing:
William Whewell coined the term ’scientist’ in 1840, and it was quickly accepted industry-wide.
The reason for this circumstance was quite simple:
Thanks to the efforts of the sages, the macro world had moved beyond the primitive stage, and now this era was in the period of ’qualitative’ modern scientific history.
At this turning point in time, numerous categories were being rapidly and precisely classified.
People’s attention to academia reached unprecedented levels.
Society started to take academia seriously, and thereby the status of scholars naturally rose.
At the same time.
The president of the University of Cambridge turned out to be a titular figure like Albert, mostly akin to a mascot.
So, for many professors within the university, they were not actually afraid of even one or numerous college deans.
Therefore.
Arguments naturally became more frequent — maybe not to the point of flipping tables, but exchanging verbal volleys and smashing a few cups was quite common.
Indeed, a distinctive feature of the times.
In conclusion.
Upon learning that William Whewell was almost daily embroiled in disputes with professors, Xu Yun abandoned the idea of visiting another day.
Since it was bound to happen, there was no better day than today.
Afterwards, Thomson had Xu Yun and Wheat sign their names on the visitors’ log, then followed Werner to stand outside the dean’s office.
Once Wheat put down the axe.
Werner first leaned against the door to listen to the sounds inside, then gathered his courage to knock twice:
"Dean Huai Wei, are you busy?"
After a moment.
A rather emotionless male voice came from inside the room, clearly indicating the person was still quite agitated:
"What is it?"
"Dean Huai Wei, Mr. Thomson wishes to visit you, and he asked me to pass on that his task is complete!"
"..."
Inside, William Whewell was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with noticeably eased tone:
"Let him come in."
"Okay."
Werner gestured a goodbye to the three of them, tactfully returning to the reception area.
Thomson nodded to him in acknowledgment.
Then he took a deep breath, engaged the doorknob, and opened the door.
The dean’s office was a small 20-square-meter room, where a desk similar to future executive desks was placed directly facing the entrance.
To the left of the desk was a bookshelf filled with books, and on the right was a lounge area composed of sofas.
Both the desk and bookshelf were wooden structures, complemented by exquisite carvings, giving off a sense of ancient elegance without losing luxury.
At that moment, sitting behind the desk was a quintessential fifty-something English gentleman.
The lowest part of his face was a mouth, above it a nose, and above that a pair of eyes and eyebrows, all features remarkably in place.
This gentleman was, of course, William Whewell, and as soon as Thomson entered the room, he appropriately stood up.
According to his initial plan.
Thomson, upon his full rise, would practically be by his side, and then he could greet him unhurriedly.
Then, with gentle eyes, look at Wheat, extend a friendly hand, and say in a very elderlike manner, ’Welcome to the University of Cambridge, Maxwell student.’
Perfect first impression.jpg.
In fact, the initial part of this whole scene was exactly as he envisioned:
Thomson opened the door, quickly approached him, and following him appeared a young fellow.
The young fellow’s innocent smile carried a wild beauty, his hand wielding an axe... what the heck is that?
Seeing Wheat with a silly grin and holding an axe,
William Whewell shuddered all over, instinctively reaching for the trigger gun in his drawer.
But William Whewell, being able to become the dean of Trinity College, soon collected himself — he was a bit startled, but after all, this was inside the University of Cambridge!
Meanwhile.
He also noticed another situation:
