"Damn it! How could they do this!" Chris roared rarely.

"What's wrong?"

"You watch TV yourself!"

Looking at the scene on the TV screen with a big belly of the 18-inch camera tube, although Edward was a human being for two lifetimes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Students, it's so exciting!"

In the scrolling news of CNN, the familiar ancient teaching building appeared, and those familiar faces appeared, and they were celebrating.

"This is our great victory, this is a demonstration of the strength of the students, this is an outstanding achievement of the civil rights movement. With the unremitting efforts of students, the law school finally lowered its proud head and they gave in. The A-D eight-level scoring system that lasted for many years was finally swept into the garbage dump of history. From now on, most courses will be changed to a qualified-unqualified, binary scoring system! This is a great victory for Yale." A guy who was obviously too h on the TV screen is using his pathologically excited speech speed to announce the arrival of a new era to the United States.

"Even Moscow is not so random... As far as I know, the Soviet university education system has always been known for its difficulty in entering and graduating even harder." Edward felt powerless. For academic masters, this is certainly not a good thing. "What will Harvard call us in the future? The binary community in New Haven? If this continues, Yale graduates' mathematical abilities are probably similar to Ferriche."

"They are destroying our culture and traditions!" Chris said in a slouching tone, then he drew a cross on his chest and began to pray in a low voice.

"Tsk... the guys learned from the church have become faith in feudal superstition. If God was really useful, a lightning would have killed these chaotic grandsons." Edward muttered in his heart, but he did not dare to speak out. He was afraid that the pious Chris would resolutely take him to the stake after hearing it.

Burning heresy is a leisure and entertainment activity that Western people have been popular with since ancient times, and he doesn't want to experience it himself.

"Hehe, hehe, big man, have it, have it!"

After a moment Edward became excited.

The answer to him was still Chris' huge roll of eyes, like Snooker's claw ball.

"Damn't FBI suppressing the media? Yes, they can suppress New York, but they will definitely not invest so much resources and energy in other regions."

"You mean we went to New Haven to find media reports?" Chris was not stupid and quickly reacted.

"No, no, not us, but..." Edward pointed his hand at the TV with a smirk. "They!"

"Ha?" Chris looked confused, "This group of addicts?"

"Hehe, it depends on you?" Edward's malicious eyes made the brave big man tremble. He suddenly remembered the bad legend about the group of people. It is said that after having sex, it was said that after getting into the tent, it was not only men and women, but also men, men and women, men and women, men and women, men and women, even men, men and men...

"God! Edward, don't think that I am a devout believer and will never violate the Lord's precepts." The black man began to wail.

"Damn, where do you want to go? Pack up, get some things, hurry back to New Haven, drive faster on the way, probably the journalists haven't had time to leave."

...

On the evening of March 9, 1968, the Purple Chiefs Star stopped again at the Wall Street parking lot in New Haven. After getting off the car, he passed through the grass and was the Law School.

The reporters still did not disperse. Camera, camera, and microphone were everywhere. There were several satellite broadcasting cars parked in the distance. Unlike his previous life's Iveco passenger car as the chassis, this thing is now a real heavyweight high-tech weapon, all of which are ten-wheel trucks, and there are police guards around them.

"It's all at the opening ceremony of the Super Bowl. I wonder if the Beatles will be invited to perform live performances." Edward complained.

The originally empty lawn was filled with tents and empty beer cans, and there were also students with "different forms" spread across the streets. They looked a little confused, obviously they were too h.

"Hmph, after all, it's creating history. Qualification and failure rating system. God, is this a community college in Yale or Hell's Kitchen?"

"Stop complaining. Besides, are you sure there is a community college in Hell's Kitchen? Teach them how to grow potatoes or how to cause the greatest damage with a two-inch knife? Hurry up and follow what you said just now, and see those guys who are showing off are lying on the grass and watching the stars. Walk around and hold them a few words, and they will soon be lost."

"You are so cunning." The big man of Hei nagged, but he still followed him. After all, he was only twenty-four or five years old. He was the age of like to join in the fun. His infinite energy and smart mind gave them the ability to create fun without having fun.

"Look, Hanson Smith, the boastful jurisprudence, just sit up. You're smart."

For Yale Law School, which has an annual enrollment volume of less than 100, those who can enroll are elites. However, in the eyes of academic masters like Edward, there are still differences.

No wonder, who is a real academic master who is willing to do these things that are not good, carefully complete the homework assigned by the teacher, and strive to achieve a good job in every subject? A qualified and unqualified binary scoring system for yarn?

Having said that, this is quite useful. Now, the two top students have to patience to flatter the poor students.

"Hey, don't be so serious about your expression. Your black face is scary than the Supreme Justice. You smile, be kind, just think that grandpa coaxes grandsons, all of which are called ethical jokes. The mysterious art of Tianjin Wei, the capital of Eastern art, is much more fun than talk shows... Forget it, your smile looks like a perverted killer or Ferriche's men collecting protection fees. I'll go on it myself. Hey, good grandson, grandpa is here."

"Wow, Hansen, you look so handsome on TV. Now the girls in New Haven are going crazy for you." Edward used his hand to touch his face, then he showed a bright sunny smile and greeted him, muttering in his heart, "Good grandson, you must be obedient."

Chris was stunned by the rapid change of face and the high quality of smiles, "You really deserve to go to Hollywood..."

"This is called face change, it is also the crystallization of mysterious oriental art!" Edward replied hatefully

"Haha, you're watching TV! My mother will be proud of me. How about it? Are you interested? I have the business card of the beautiful host here. She asked me to have a chance to have a deep chat. Do you want me to take you there?" As she said that, she took out a glass pipe from the tent, added some dried plant leaves to it, and then took out a lighter.

Edward was anxious. If he took a sip, he would not be able to speak clearly in three or four hours. If he usually gave this guy to death, he wouldn't bother to care. This person is of great use now.

"Ha, I envy you. Maybe I can go deeper with that girl! She looks so exciting!" Hurry up and bring the topic together
Chapter completed!