Gastens felt like he was going to fall in love.

Three weeks ago, he met a girl in the library named Daisy. However, perhaps out of caution, or out of some unspeakable tacit understanding, neither he nor Daisy told each other their surnames. He called her name directly, as if they were friends for many years. She called him Gas, just like the way his parents called him, with some cute voice.

"Gas, do you have time tonight? I want to discuss your manuscript with you."

After taking the course on imperial history, wearing a long school uniform, holding a wide-brimmed hat in his hand, and combing his long brown hair into two long braids that drooped his chest, Daisy stood beside Gastens with a smile, just like every day in the past three weeks.

"Okay, what do you want to eat at night? Mashed potatoes or painted peas?" Gastens closed his notebook and put his book in his schoolbag. All funds from Ankenry were provided by the royal family, which could provide students with cheap and safe food. Mashed potatoes and painted peas are the two most common staple foods provided in the cafeteria, and with free beech soup, it is a decent meal.

"I think about it..." Daisy put her finger on her chin and pouted. This action was mentioned by Gastens accidentally during a chat. Daisy tried it and liked it very much.

"I want mashed potatoes!"

"Then I'm going to stew peas!"

Gastens is not Chu Ge, and he is meticulous in his purpose of revolution and subversion. Judging from Daisy's usual way of doing things and small habits, her family is in good condition, but not the top nobles. The stewed peas in the cafeteria will contain less pitiful fat meat, which is supreme delicacy for Gastens. But for Daisy, she obviously cannot accept that taste. Gastens feels that relatively light mashed potatoes are already the lower limit that Daisy can accept.

"Then let's go!"

Daisy reached out and took Gastens's hand without any hesitation. Gastens could feel the strange eyes of the students around her. In this country closer to the medieval times on Earth, behaviors like Daisy were not easily accepted by the public. The male students looked at Gas with jealousy, while the female students looked at Daisy with contempt. As a lady, how could she flirt in public like this!

Gastens didn't think running hand in hand is flirting. He lived on Earth and experienced the impact of that information explosion era, and was not so sensitive to these contacts. And the girl who had been running in front of him, I don't know whether she really didn't understand or did it for a fake, but in short, the two of them never felt awkward or shy because of these things.

When the two arrived at the cafeteria, the faster-moving seniors had already occupied the best position. Gass and Daisy served their own meals and found a corner to sit down. Gastens served a large spoonful of stewed peas, carefully put a piece of diced meat into the middle of the spoonful of peas, sniffed it gently with his nose, and ate it in one bite. Daisy sat opposite him, arranged the spoon and fork in a regular manner, closed his hands, and began to pray.

Only then did Gastens realize that he had forgotten to pray. The Tri-Theocratic Church is the main religion of the Ankenyn Empire and the belief of the vast majority of residents. Atheism is a very new thing in this world. Gastens hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​praying. He waited for Daisy to complete the whole movement before he whispered to remind her.

"Master Havary said in "How We View the World" that the premise of believing in the existence of supernatural forces is to prove the existence of gods."

"Ah! I forgot!" Daisy looked surprised, and a slight pink color appeared on her cheeks. "Since I was a child, I had to pray before meals, but I would forget if I accidentally did it."

"It doesn't matter, after all, this statement is also very dangerous. If the Three Gods Cults had not had the power here like--" He almost stopped the car and swallowed the half sentence "The Middle Ages of Earth are so huge" behind him. Gastens secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The time he spent with Daisy always made him unconsciously relax his guard. He had not met a girl who made him feel so comfortable for a long time.

"It doesn't look like something?" Daisy is not the kind of girl who is easy to fool. She stared at Gastens with wide eyes, and had not forgotten to give herself a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"—Not as powerful as the Pope. If we were there, we would probably be expelled. If we were not at the right time, we would have to go to the gallows!"

Gastens lowered his voice and then decisively changed the topic, "My article is almost done, I will show you after eating it."

"Is it the "Social Survey of the Working Class and the Serf Class"?" After hearing Gastens talk about what she was really interested in, Daisy suddenly became excited. She ate the food on the plate in a few seconds and looked at Gastens with wide eyes.

"Before I read your article, I still don't believe that you have been a serf and a miner!"

"I won't lie to you."

Wearing a straight shirt and black pants and leather shoes, Gastens sat opposite Daisy, looking like a perfect match with her, and with all the students eating in the cafeteria. In this scene, Daisy could not imagine Gastens as a serf in any case.

"Let's go, go to the study room, I'll show you." Gastens stood up, put the plate with Daisy in the recycling window, and left the cafeteria. In his backpack on his shoulder, a thick stack of manuscripts was waiting for its first reader since its birth in the world.

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"This is really...unbelievable!"

Putting down the manuscript in his hand, Daisy's tone was a little heavy. Gastens sat opposite her and handed her a cup of black leaf tea. This cheap tea from Ensten Province is not difficult to buy, and the price is also a level that Gastens can afford.

"You have really been a serf? Are you still a serf now? Which mine do you work in? How do the mine managers there exploit you? Have you fought? Have you formed a trade union? You-" Daisy's speech is getting faster and faster, "—God, this is simply amazing!"

After saying this, she quickly waved her hand and smiled apologetically at Gastens, "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of my composure. I don't mean to discriminate against you. I always think that serfs and free people are equal, and there shouldn't be a serf system in this country. But, however, I'm just a little surprised..."

"It's okay," Gastens reached out to pat Daisy's hand, but did not stop on the warm and slender fingers. "I am still a serf now, but if everything goes well, I can get the identity of a freeman in a year."

"That's great," Daisy patted her chest and focused her attention on Gastens's work again. "I see that you use Havali's theory of surplus value in this article, and you are very skillful. You really have an understanding of "On Capital" beyond our understanding. That passage is very obscure. I read it many times before I understood it. You only read it once and it can be used so well!"

"Maybe it's because I'm a worker, an exploited class like a serf," Gastens said, looking at Daisy and laughing, "It's naturally easier to understand Master Havary's theory than an exploiting class like you."

Daisy's living habits and dress cannot be hidden from others. Countless details in her life illustrate that she lives in a family with good conditions. Daisy did not shy away after getting familiar with Gastens. Now Gastens is making jokes, she is not angry either.

"Master Havary said that there is no class before the truth!"

"That is, 'In the face of the truth of labor value theory, exploitation does not have class attributes.'"

Gastens corrected Daisy's pronunciation and continued to discuss his manuscript with her. In Gastens's plan, as long as he gets a college student, he can start publishing articles, express his opinions through articles, establish a theoretical position in the world, and strive for more understanding and support. To a certain extent, the revolution is somewhat similar to the entertainment industry, and popularity is indispensable.

Daisy listened to Gastens's speech very seriously, and occasionally discussed with him about things he didn't understand. Both of them lowered their voices to avoid affecting their classmates. After Gastens and Daisy reached an agreement on several major obscure aspects in their articles, Daisy was rarely silent.

This silence is not embarrassing. Gastens lowered his head and took notes to take the inspiration that broke out in the discussion just now. The article he wrote is highly theoretical and supported by his own experience. It is an analysis article that can score 80 points. However, in the chat with Daisy, he has a deeper understanding of the way people think in his world, and he needs to consider some expressions and descriptions.

"Gass", Daisy looked at Gastens taking notes, and after a while, she called him softly. Gastens raised her head and raised her eyebrows.

"Did you know that communism is banned in the Negro Republic and the Third Republic of Vern? I heard that our Emperor also intends to list this theory as a banned study. If you continue to study it and believe it, the student status you finally get may be deprived, and your personal freedom may be restricted, do you know?"

"I know."

Looking at Daisy's serious face, Gastens told the truth for the first time, "I prepared for too long and too long to see the day when the red flag was flying. I paid too much and too much. No matter what the price I paid, no matter what kind of sacrifice I needed, even my life, I have no regrets. Raising a red flag in this dark world, allowing every worker to have an equal position, and establishing a world dominated by the workers is my dream and the goal I pursue throughout my life. Do you understand?"

Daisy held her chin with both hands and looked at Gastens with a serious look. She blinked, and her face was a little hesitant. But those hesitations disappeared before Gastens saw it clearly, becoming another kind of determination. Daisy stood up, put the book casually into her schoolbag, and reached out to put her hand in front of Gastens.

"Come on, Gas, I'll take you to a place."

"where?"

Subconsciously asked, Gastens packed his schoolbag without hesitation and followed Daisy's pace. They left the study room, walked through the library, passed through the lush birch forest, and came to an outdoor classroom on the second floor of the main building of the School of Literature on the west side of the school. This classroom emitted warm light at night, but was quiet and soundless.

Daisy stood at the door, turned to Gastens and smiled. It was the most beautiful smile Gastens had ever seen since she met her. Daisy nodded at Gastens and knocked on the door regularly. A little leaned, the door opened.

Gastens followed Daisy into the classroom and found more than a dozen students sitting in groups of three or three, including men and women. Judging from the school uniform, there were also several senior students. When Daisy and Gastens entered the door, they all clapped gently, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

"I'll introduce it to you." Daisy pulled Gastens to the podium. Everyone saw the hands connected by Gastens and Daisy, but their eyes were calm and joyful, and there were no complicated emotions.

"This is Gastens, who used to be a serf and a miner, and now he is a borrowing student in our school and a new comrade in my development."

Even more intense applause came, and Gastens understood something when he heard the word from his comrade. He looked at the girl beside him with some relief. It turned out that in addition to beauty and wisdom, and her pursuit of communism, she actually had such a side.

"Sorry, Gass, I haven't told you." Daisy let go of her hands, crossed her hands, put them together, put them together, and put them on her lower abdomen, with a slightly apologetic smile on her face, "My name is Daisy Richardson, a second-year student at the School of Philosophy at Rosville University and the leader of the Communist Party of Rosville University. Because the school has been very strict about communism recently, our activities have been transferred underground. After my investigation, I am honored to invite you, Gastens, to join our group and study communism together!"

Gastens probably guessed it, but when Daisy finished saying these words, he was still a little surprised and even more disappointed. He always thought that Daisy could be so close to him these days, and there was some inexplicable relationship. But judging from the current situation, the communication, communication, free chat and joy over the past few days, the time spent together, the mashed potatoes and stewed peas in the cafeteria, the gesture of pressing her fingers on her chin, pouting her lips, and countless skin contacts and eye collisions, are they just investigations?

What kind of existence do I exist in your heart?

"Thank you, Daisy."

Gastens smiled slightly and calmed down. Daisy might have felt something, and her smile became a little stiff. She reached out to pull him, but Gastens avoided it. He took a step back, bowed to Daisy, and raised his head again, there was a traceless smile on his face.

"I'm glad to find the organization, Comrade Daisy!"
Chapter completed!