A desperate social science researcher spends the night reading a bottle of wine and a tattered book.
Shi Lanshan suddenly stared at the moon outside the window in a daze.
She didn't have an epiphany, she was just pulling her hair and going crazy, "Can I run to the Cajun City fir forest, pour a bottle of wine in front of Anna's grave, and ask her what she thinks? I can't figure it out!"
She couldn't, she just couldn't figure it out and had no idea.
Passing through the other end of the spider thread of time and space, the blizzard in Cortese blurred a tall figure.
Anastasia clenched her jaw due to the bitter cold, with broken snow hanging on her eyelashes. Her deep blue eyes looked at the faint lights in the distance. The gun on her shoulder was so cold that it seemed like a layer of skin would peel off if she held it.
But she had no intention of stopping. She just kept walking forward. She was about to reach the next base area.
As the blizzard roared, she suddenly couldn't help but laugh, shook her head helplessly, straightened her military cap with interest, and swept the snow off her shoulders.
"Idiot, Anna will accept your kindness, but she can't answer you. You should ask Anastasia."
She said this in her mind.
1. Fighter Anastasia × Researcher Shi Lanshan
2. What is there to study about a prickly-headed woman who loves to talk and fight everywhere? It's broken, it smells so good!
3. A cute woman who doesn't look too smart is seriously engaged in some strange research. Well, it can be researched.
Intent: Equality, letting people be human beings