Subtitle of this chapter: Sprinkle flowers, this is a Phd of 125 words. Ah!

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"Listen, welcome to NYPR. Today is Monday, May 9, 1921."

(Author's note: This day in history was also very much because of the sound of blowing, a mysterious BOOOOM occurred outside Moscow. Due to atmospheric reflection, people clearly heard the rumbling explosion within 70 kilometers of the explosion site, but they could not hear any sound from a radius of 70 to 160 kilometers. Strangely, people heard the roar of explosion again from a radius of 160 to 300 kilometers.)

It is nine o'clock in the morning of Eastern Time. It is cloudy and there is light rain today, with winds of level 3 to 5. The maximum temperature is 68 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius) and the minimum temperature is 53.6 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). Please don't forget to bring an umbrella when you go out...

Before reporting yesterday's New York stock market news and futures prices, let's first pay attention to Mr. Neo-Yuan's condition, because this is the news that we New York citizens care about the most these days...

According to reliable information, although Mr. Yuan has been fighting stubbornly with the disease, his situation is very unoptimistic and he has fallen into a coma since yesterday...

Listeners, let us pray for him!”

The reason why our Master Yuan fell into a coma was because he was so successful in pretending to be so successful last Friday. So there was no one left by his side and no chance to steal food.

Even Ms. Brooks, who had just become the "Star Coin Queen", was in the cabinet for the middle of the night, and then she found the opportunity to slip out, so that the two of them didn't even have the chance to break up.

It’s still a small matter to fight less, and eating a few less meals is a big matter. Besides, Yuan Yanshu didn’t eat a few less meals, but dozens of meals!

Fortunately, the Master Ball system has a power saving state, otherwise he would not have fainted from starvation but starved to death.

"Please close it!"

At this time, it was drizzling outside the luxury apartment on the Hudson River, and there were crowds of chattering inside.

Anliangtang Situ Meitang was in charge, and accompanied Huang Jishi and several uncles from the Neiba Hall. The girls in the halls on Chinatown were also coming to "send" their benefactor... that benefactor. However, Situ Datou still had the same idea and thought it was too unreasonable, so there were fewer beauties on the scene, which was a bit of a flaw.

Mr. George Baker sent his representative, a cousin of Louis Baker. He was sitting with Edison's youngest son Theodore Edison and chatting.

The president of New York University Press and the editor-in-chief of Le Monde are the same. They are surrounded by some New York cultural figures, such as Mr. Theodore Dresses, the Sanders reporter of the New York Times, the Fitzgeralds who just rushed back from Maine, the editor-in-chief Deweet of "Window of the World", and the Humphrey Bogart, who is well-known for "The Twelve".

There are also some Yuan Yanshu's classmates at NYU and some Chinese students near New York, George Washington University Meng Xiancheng, members of Princeton's "Relativity Mahjong Club", and the "Three Harvard Masters" also came here specially.

In addition, Shi Zhaoji, the ambassador to the United States, also sent Luo Puxiang's uncle Luo Jiaxiang as his representative. He was having a cordial conversation with the somewhat absent-minded Mr. Huang Zongyi.

The subordinates of "Master Fool" in New York were all present, and even his female secretary, Miss Athol Moman, was present.

That's right, "Judge Your Excellency" is naturally among them.

Einstein Albert delayed his trip for Yuan Yan and stayed in New York.

Unfortunately, the greatest scientist of the 20th century still doesn't know the inside story, so when I heard such a broadcast of death, I was in a bad mood and shouted.

But everyone present looked absent-minded, and no one went to turn off the radio, so he had to stand up and go off by himself.

At this moment, with a "creak", the bedroom door opened. Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes there, and Einstein also stopped.

The old expert and the private lawyer came out, and both of them looked very bad.

Mr. John McCall choked and said... His acting skills have also improved by leaps and bounds: "Ladies and gentlemen, Neo, he, he said, he wants to see you again..."

"Wuwuwu..." He couldn't say anything halfway through this. He picked up a handkerchief and covered his mouth... How could he laugh in such an occasion? So "His Majesty the Emperor" is indeed quite smart.

And the famous doctor at the New York Presbyterian Hospital coughed and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet and don't disturb Mr. Yuan."

“…”

Everyone present, whether it was true or false, showed a sad expression. They pursed their lips tightly, lined up in a long line silently, and entered in one after another.

"NY's NY" lying on the bed seemed to breathe more than the dead, and it was still a very difficult breath, as if it was about to stop in the next second.

At this time, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He was so hungry...

But the man who was about to starve to death... became more and more handsome because he adjusted his charm to 19 o'clock before he fell into a coma.

The ladies couldn't help but feel extremely strong regret in their hearts. Why didn't they look for opportunities to have a super friendly relationship with him before?

Some men couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Why is this guy so handsome? He is more handsome than living. If he continues to live, how many women will he have a super friendly relationship with?

Just as the farewell ceremony with a heavy and solemn atmosphere was almost underway, several panting gentlemen suddenly rushed into the apartment.

The head of the NYU Vice President, Mr. James Conant, asked Mr. McCall anxiously, "How is it? Is Neo still alive?"

Chandler Eurian and Irving Adams behind him also looked very urgent.

The little fat man nodded and was about to say something. But before he could speak, the three people rushed into the bedroom "hula" with a "hula" approach.

The old expert in the bedroom was a little unhappy and accused him in a stern tone: "Gentlemen, I'll say you..."

"Shut up!" But he heard Vice Principal Conant, who was always gentle, shouted at him, and then took out a document from his suit pocket.

He took off his hat and calmed his breathing, and recited to Yuan Yan, who was unconscious, "The 1921 Annual Doctoral Degree Evaluation Committee unanimously agreed that Mr. YANSHU-YUAN's doctoral thesis "Socialism" has fully proved his talent and level in economics. Considering some special circumstances in his body..."

"Therefore, at the suggestion of John Bates Clark, Chairman of the PhD Assessment Committee, the committee passed without objection, and there was no need to hold a doctoral thesis defense meeting and directly awarded Mr. YANSHU-YUAN..."

“Doctor of Philosophy!”

Master Yuan, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a "snail". He asked in disbelief: "Really? Am I really a Phd?"

Professor Chandler nodded fiercely and said, "It's true, Misto Yuan... No! Daoke entrusted Yuan, you are already a Ph.D. in the Department of Economics of New York University!"

Professor Adams also immediately responded: "Dao can be trusted, this is what you deserve!"

Everyone present said in unison: "Congratulations, I'll ask Yuan!"

"Ho huh huh...hahaha...haha..."

The freshly released Daoketuo Yuan's face showed an abnormal blush, and he burst out laughing out loudly, "Finally... Finally... I've become Phd., that's too difficult!"

"Hahaha...hehe...hehehe..."

"Neo, don't die!"

"Don't die, Misto Yuan!"

Hearing the heart-wrenching call from everyone, Yuan Yan, who had fallen softly on the bed, sat up again with a "crack" and said seriously to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen. Please call me..."

"Dao can be trusted by Yuan!"

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Murong saw the "monster plagiarism and cultivation incident" this weekend and felt it was particularly funny, so he just started it and saw the work related.

Chapter 1 - Returning to the 16-year-old summer vacation in 2008, a car heading to Wuling Hongguang in Chuzhou City, Baga Province. SB County is far from the city and it is summer again, and the passengers on the bus can't sleep at all. Because there was a boy with a special temperament and smell sitting among them. "He is a fairy Banban, I said, little brother, how long has it been since you took a shower?" A pretty boy with a fair face and long hair was awakened by the call, looking around blankly, not knowing what he thought of, his face suddenly changed. No one knew that he was as shocked as if he was overturning, because they all covered their noses and turned their heads away. "This is not my summer vacation from Chuzhou to SB in 2008

I was in the second grade... No, is it on the magic car in the second grade of high school?" "How could I be here? Am I not over the thunder tribulation?" "Is I back?" An incredible expression appeared in the young man's eyes. "I, Nanba Tianzun, did not fall in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements thunder tribulation, and was reborn and returned to his youthful age on Earth?" Nanba Tianzun, Lan Jingling, the Taoist name Siming. He is the Wanlei Immortal Emperor of the "Langya Immortal Sect" - the true disciple of the Taoist name Willie. He was taken away from the earth by Yang Xianzun, who traveled through all worlds in his previous life. From then on, he embarked on the road to cultivating immortals for 40K years... Please answer, how many jokes are there in the last section starting from "Nanba Tianzun"?
Chapter completed!