Chapter 703 Picnic Physical Exam

  New York is very similar to Beijing, but more inclusive.

  Here, no one will distinguish between 'new and old New Yorkers', unlike a flower gardener, in that environment, even the foreigners in the capital began to laugh at the foreigners in Beijing:

  ‘Going to the capital, did you feel the big countryside? ’

   They couldn't imagine that there were still a lot of farmland beside the Third Ring Road.

   But anyway, compared to abroad, Zhao Song still thinks that the country is better, no matter which city.

   Here, even Nancy, a native, forbade him to leave Manhattan at will.

   In front of you is prosperity, in the distance is dilapidated and chaotic.

   Zhao Song suddenly disliked it, looked away, and moved to the gym.

  Although he is already very thin, he is not healthy thin, but tired thin.

Not everyone can become Kazuo Inamori. There are many professional managers in the industry who are so tired that they retire early. As a member of all living beings, Zhao Song can only believe in the truth that diligence can make up for one’s selflessness. Fortunately, in the past period of time, He's done a decent job.

  …………

  “Ding Dong~”

  The moment the doorbell rang, the two women who were torn apart immediately separated.

  Bai Li casually picked up a book and lay on the chaise longue to look.

   Xiaoyu wiped his sweat and ran to open the door.

   "Good noon, light rain."

  Hao Ying walked in with a smile. Seeing Xiaoyu's appearance, she asked curiously:

   "What are you doing, why are you sweating?"

   "Fitness." Xiaoyu replied simply and horribly.

  Hao Ying looked at Xiaoyu, then at Bai Li, and then asked:

   "With Bai Li?"

   "I run, she squat."

   "Squatting?" Hao Ying looked at Bai Li with bright eyes, "Can Zhao Song stand it?"

   "My brother is also practicing."

   "He also practices squats?" Hao Ying's eyes brightened, "Is that bed bearable?"

   "..." Bai Li put down the book helplessly, "You think too much."

   Zhao Song was honest during this period, except that he was a bit eloquent and manipulative. It wasn't because he didn't have the guts, but because of the work relationship, the two of them didn't have time to be alone at all.

   Having a rare leisure time like today also stirs up a Wei Mingyu, oh, and a cat and a dog.

   Hao Ying didn't continue joking, she collapsed beside Bai Li, rubbed her dark circles and complained, "I'm exhausted~"

  Bai Li: "You blame yourself, who do you blame?"

   "I didn't know that this song was so difficult to sing," Hao Ying muttered, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let my grandfather come forward to intercede."

   "You know that too?" Bai Li looked at her angrily, "It was the first time I saw Zhao Song quarreling with an old man, all because of you."

   Hao Ying waved her hand weakly: "That's to sing English songs on the New York Stock Exchange, but this is how my mother got started, why should Zhao Song give it to outsiders?

   What about the national team, when I have played abroad enough, I will join the national team when I go back! "

  Bai Li and Xiao Yu: "..."

   This is really not using the bean bag as dry food. The national team practiced a song for a day and put it on this girl. It took Yin Mingyu a whole month to nod her head.

   Hao Ying doesn't care about the contempt of the two. In the past few years, she has relied on the hype of capital and her natural voice to become famous in the West. What kind of storm has she never seen before?

   She stretched and stood up and said:

   "I'll go to Zhao Song and tell him that he doesn't have to consider any backup candidates."

After   , he dragged Xiaoyu to the gym.

   "Bang~"

   "Ah~~~"

   "Ahhhh~"

   "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Bai Li hurried over, and then...

   The three women opened their mouths and stared blankly at the figure floating in the air.

  Hao Ying: "He...is he still alive?"

  Bai Li: "If you die, it's not like this."

  “…”

   Xiaoyu didn't speak, closed his mouth, stepped forward lightly, and then took advantage of the moment Zhao Song floated over, poked him with his fingers:

   "Brother, what are you doing?"

   "Hanging Cervical Spine Exercise!" Zhao Song put down his folded legs and continued to sway in the air for a while before finishing work, taking his head off his hood, and heaving a sigh of relief, "Relax~"

   Hao Ying was curious: "It works?"

   "It varies from person to person," Zhao Song took back his joking tone and replied earnestly, "The doctor doesn't recommend this, it's easy to be paraplegic."

   "Oh~" Hao Ying nodded and didn't ask any further questions. She knew the toss and whistles of the Tesla listing affairs team. She was impressed that her old classmate could handle it.

   "Zhao Song, I passed," Hao Ying happily told her old classmates the good news, and then asked, "Can you tell me the performance schedule now?"

"Ten minutes before Tesla rang the bell, the live accompaniment was the music lovers in the red vests of the New York Stock Exchange. The accompaniment was the New York Symphony Orchestra, conducted by David Bernard himself, and talented artists such as Catbray and Jon appeared. at the scene!"

  Hao Ying: "..."

   Zhao Song looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "Everyone is busy, so you only have the opportunity to practice together for one day, don't lose the chain~"

  Hao Ying said with a bitter face: "The song is not difficult for me to sing, it's just an emotional problem..."

   She made a random gesture with her hands and continued: "I can't sing that feeling sometimes."

   Zhao Song pondered for a moment, then suggested: "Maybe it's a language problem, read more of Bei Dao's poems in the past two days, in your native language!"

"what name?"

   Hao Ying is tangled in her heart, Bei Dao? who is it? Where can I find it?

   "Declaration."

  Hao Ying: "..."

   Bai Li smiled slightly and said softly:

   "Maybe the last moment came and I didn't leave a will

  Leave only the pen for my mother

  I am not a hero

  In the age of no heroes, I just want to be a person

  …….

   On my shoulders is the wind and on the wind are twinkling stars

   Maybe one day the sun becomes a shrunken wreath hanging on

   Every immortal warrior before the forest-like tombstone

  Crow, the fragments of this night are flying up"

   Zhao Song, Xiaoyu, and Hao Ying looked at each other, the reason why these girls are scumbags is because they chose the wrong major?

   Zhao Song reluctantly said: "You just tell her to find the author of the sentence 'Despicable is the passport of the scumbag'."

  Bai Li looked at Zhao Song: "You like him too?"

   "I don't have the right to like or dislike anyone, whether it is writing poetry or playing rock and roll, some people fall and some go crazy, and some people go with the wind.

   But we are still here, they can use their poems if they are useful, and listen to their songs if they are good. It’s that simple. "

  Bai Li was obviously dissatisfied: "Secular!"

   "Then don't be worldly for a while," Zhao Song said cheerfully, not caring about Bai Li's attitude, "While the weather is good, let's all enjoy the sunbathing together, girls, target Central Park, have a picnic!"

  …………

   Central Park is very large, and its core is the Bethesda Fountain and Plaza.

  The statue in the center is an angel in the water, surrounded by four statues representing 'Temperance', 'Pure', 'Health', and 'Peace'.

   is very ironic. Thinking about the various actions of this country, it is difficult for Zhao Song to use these four praise words on it.

   After taking a photo with a few middle-aged male tourists, he smiled apologetically to the others who were eager to try. Accompanied by a group of Western bodyguards, Zhao Song came to the lawn.

  The blanket has been laid out, and various bento snacks can arouse people's appetite. He sat down leisurely and watched the three girls deal with their fans while eating.

   "Maybe the most popular flower growers in the past few years have appeared here."

   A gentle voice sounded, and a figure sat down beside him at the same time.

   Zhao Song turned his head and said hurriedly, "Professor Liu."

  Professor Liu has white hair. As an independent director of Tesla and a member of a behind-the-scenes think tank, she has a lot of work to do, among which attention to Zhao Song's mental health is the top priority.

   She looked at Zhao Song and asked softly, "Have you done the physical examination this year?"

   "I haven't had time yet. I'll do it when I'm done with this section."

   "That's why I'm here," Professor Liu handed out a few question-and-answer papers to him, "Let's do it while you have time today."

   Zhao Song stared at the test paper helplessly, begging for mercy: "Professor, didn't they say that regardless of Raven or Webster's standard, the purpose of IQ test is to test whether a person is a fool?"

  Professor Liu: "Am I a fool to make you do useless work?"

   Zhao Song: "..."

   After 10 minutes, there were only Professor Liu and Zhao Song on the blanket. The three girls were not as cheeky as Zhao Song, and were still dealing with enthusiastic fans, which just gave them enough personal space.

   At this time, Professor Liu raised his head and said solemnly: "Zhao Song, ordinary people answer questions from the question bank, and the scores are high and low, which is normal.

   But you are different. The questionnaires for the past three years are all specially designed for you. Although the scores are different, look at this regular curve. "

   Zhao Song stared at the rising curve and asked, "What's the problem?"

"The current accepted point of view in psychology is that IQ is related to genetics and nurture. Think about your recent performance: when everyone thinks you can't handle it, you do it perfectly. Combining your own work with this unscientific test, you didn't think of anything?"

   "You mean..." Zhao Song asked hesitantly, "My genes are changing?"

   (Note: This book does not have any fantasy and science fiction content)

   (end of this chapter)