ocean-life Chapter 176 Racial Talent
Chapter 176 Racial Talent
The noise subsided.
In the hours following the graduation ceremony, the campus's anonymous forums exploded, and the servers nearly crashed due to the massive traffic!
The screen was flooded with posts, refreshing like a blizzard:
[Trending Post! Thank you, Duck God, for being our schoolmate!]
[Original Poster: Being able to study at the same school as such a great person who only exists in textbooks is definitely the greatest honor of our lives!]
From now on, whenever I go out, whether it's for a blind date or a job interview, I can confidently boast to everyone that we're alumni of Su Hao's school, right?!
Duck God, once you go to MIT, you must crush all those foreigners!
Don't hold back, kill them all!
Otherwise, it would make us former alumni look too weak!
Farewell, Duck God! I will remember this legend for the rest of my life!
A towering, cloud-piercing reply building was erected beneath it:
[First floor: So he's gone after all. He's ascended to heaven, who's going to be number one in our grade now?]
[Second floor: Upstairs, what's the point then, hahaha.]
The tiger has left the mountain, leaving us, a bunch of chickens, to fight tooth and nail for first place. It's heartbreaking to even think about it.
[Third floor: Waaaaah, who will teach us how to do those challenging final exam questions from now on? Waaaaah, the sky is falling!]
Without the help of the "Duck God" (a popular internet personality), my scholarship for next semester is doomed!
[Fourth floor: Just a side note, the "Duck Duck App" that Duck God casually wrote about has just been updated!]
The little yellow duck in the UI has become even cuter, haha! Is this the last thing the duck god left us?
[Fifth Floor: If our Duck God's name were ever written in black and white in textbooks all over the world, or turned into some kind of theorem, and then used to torment the next generation of students, wouldn't that be incredibly amazing?]
[Sixth Floor: Guys, here's the important part! Did you all get Duck God's autograph today?]
My dad's a real ruthless guy. He printed out all his online papers beforehand, bound them into a book, and forced me to squeeze into the crowd so Su Shen could sign them directly, hahaha!
[Seventh floor: The person upstairs has an idea! I just bought a full-English original copy of the journal *Nature* and had him sign it, hahaha!]
[8th Floor: Holy crap, you too? Me too, hahaha! This is a total steal!]
Even if this tattered magazine fetches an astronomical price at auction, I will absolutely not sell it; I'll keep it as a family heirloom!
[Ninth Floor: Brothers, I'm starting to panic.]
Could "going to the same school as Su Hao" become the biggest peak in my life?
Holy crap, thinking about it now, that's really terrible...
[10th Floor: Have a safe trip, Duck God!]
So that we ordinary people won't be too embarrassed when we brag to others in society that we are your alumni, we will work hard!
Thank you so much for taking care of me during this time!
Apart from this towering building, the entire page was completely submerged by a dense array of farewell posts:
[Hot Post: Duck God, the sky's the limit, until we meet again!]
[Hot Post: Duck God, it's a promise, we must meet at the top of the world someday!]
[Hot Post: Su Hao! Don't forget us when you go to the other side of the ocean! Stop focusing on solving problems!]
The overwhelming posts, filled with reluctance and blessings, were like a massive data tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire anonymous campus forum.
……
Outside the school gate, the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the entire campus with a golden edge.
"Su Hao, is everything packed? Let's go."
Father Su Zhe, sitting in the driver's seat, honked the horn.
Outside the school gate, the whole family got into the car with happy faces.
The spacious trunk was now crammed full of all sorts of bizarre farewell gifts that the students had frantically stuffed in, even blocking half of the view in the rearview mirror.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Su Hao took out his phone, tapped his finger, and opened the campus intranet's bustling internal forum.
The screen is filled with slightly childish words, but wrapped in a burning, sincere heart.
He stared in silence for a long time, letting only a layer of misty moisture quietly drift across his eyes.
He turned his head to look out the window and slowly lowered the glass.
The evening breeze, carrying the warmth of the setting sun, drifted in. He gazed back at the direction, a lingering sense of attachment and melancholy in his eyes.
As the sun set, it bathed the entire campus in a gentle golden glow.
Those years, filled with countless memories and glories, are disappearing into the afterglow of the setting sun as our vision fades into the distance.
...........
Good morning, Su Hao!
As dawn broke, a thin layer of mist still lingered over the streets of Cambridge.
Uncle Brad, who runs a fruit shop, laughed heartily, picked a plump and tempting red apple from his stall, and gently tossed it towards the boy who was speeding down the street.
Snapped!
A crisp sound rang out as Su Hao steadily rode his bicycle, without even slowing down, like a martial arts master catching a hidden weapon...
With practiced ease, he raised his hand and firmly grasped the apple with one hand, then grinned back.
"Thanks, boss!"
A cool morning breeze brushed against his forehead.
It's only a 15-minute walk from my place to MIT.
But the air in this neighborhood seems to be filled with the pursuit of efficiency, and most students choose to commute by bicycle.
The old bicycle that Su Hao was riding on, which exuded a sense of vicissitude and age, also had a story.
It was a "family heirloom" that was recently given to me with tears in my eyes by a researcher at MIT who had finally graduated and was about to leave for a new career.
All told, it has only been a month since I arrived in this land known as the world's highest holy land for science and engineering.
But Su Hao's family is rapidly integrating into and adapting to the local atmosphere of this foreign land with astonishingly steady progress.
.......
The benefits that MIT provides to family members are so good that it's almost unbelievable:
A small, timber-framed townhouse with three rooms.
This is the kind of classic two-story wooden house that is most commonly seen in American movies.
The worst part is that there's a huge yard covered in lush green grass that comes with the house.
"Wow--!"
The moment Su Hui saw that lawn, her inner country girl DNA instantly kicked in.
She kicked her shoe off with a leap and a bound, and rushed in barefoot, yelling as she went.
"Mom! This ground is so soft!" A clear laugh echoed in the yard.
Lin Wan watched with amusement and quickly raised her phone to record this heartwarming scene.
The interior layout is also excellent. Although the living room is not large, it is extremely well-lit, with plenty of sunlight streaming in.
A four-seater dining table is neatly arranged in the kitchen, and the entire interior is decorated with natural wood textures.
When you touch it with your palm, you can clearly feel its warm and smooth texture.
Following the stairs to the second floor, Su Zhe pushed open the door to the room at the end of the corridor.
"This room is for Su Hao."
The room's layout is compact and practical:
A desk, a single bed, and a small built-in wardrobe.
As I pushed open the window, the faint scent of the Charles River and the mixed aroma of fresh grass drifted in on the gentle breeze, refreshing and invigorating.
Before Su Hao could take a closer look, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Su Hui rushed into the next room like a cannonball and ripped open the tightly closed curtains.
"That's my room!"
Whoosh!
The brilliant sunlight poured in like a waterfall, illuminating every corner of the room.
The window had an excellent orientation, offering a direct view of the entire courtyard. In terms of both light and view, this room was absolutely perfect for Su Hui.
For this couple who have weathered many storms, what they are most satisfied with about the house is the yard in front of it.
The luggage had just been unloaded from the car and settled when Su Zhe couldn't wait to change into his old clothes;
He put on rough work gloves, picked up a shovel, and ran to the yard to start turning over the soil.
Seeing this, Lin Wan also tacitly took out a small hoe from the toolbox and squatted down next to her husband.
"What do you think we should plant here? I think lettuce and peppers would grow quite well in this soil."
Lin Wan carefully planned her name while fiddling with the soil.
"You really are a testament to our racial talent awakening; you're always clearing land and farming wherever you go."
Su Zhe joked with a smile as he deftly pulled out the weeds.
Just then, Lin Wan's gaze was drawn to a small patch of mud in the corner of the yard.
There were still a few clumps of lush green herbs growing there, which seemed to be the "legacy" that the previous tenant planted but did not have time to take with him.
Lin Wan curiously leaned over, plucked off half a leaf, and put it in her mouth to taste it carefully.
"Hmm...it's mint." Her eyes lit up slightly.
"I was initially worried that growing vegetables privately in the United States might violate some community laws."
It seems the previous tenant did the same thing; it shouldn't matter.
"It does smell quite nice." Su Zhe forcefully broke up a clod of hard soil.
"Then let's plant some chili peppers, green onions, and lettuce; they should be quite suitable for the weather in Boston."
In front of the window on the second floor.
Su Hao gazed quietly out the window.
Through the bright glass, the figures of the parents bustling about in the sunlight looked as serene as an oil painting.
Looking at their genuine smiles, Su Hao's initially heavy mood, stemming from being in an unfamiliar environment, gradually eased a little.