Again, on Monday, He Yu went to the next college with a one-shoulder bag on time and knocked on the door.
The teacher at the position closest to the door: "Please come in."
He Yu said politely, "Hello, I'm looking for Professor Xie."
"Xie Qing presents your student."
Xie Qingcheng came out of the office. What surprised He Yu was that he actually wore a pair of glasses today.
Xie Qingcheng was not myopic before.
"It's just right." Xie Qingcheng said simply, "Come in."
He Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances at the way he was wearing glasses. He was very handsome, which made him a little less stern and bookish, and he didn't look so annoying anymore.
Unfortunately, when Xie Qingcheng spoke, He Yu did not appreciate it: "I want you to use these materials to make a few courseware PPTs, and there are some documents to be converted into electronic versions. Many of them are medical Data, I am not at ease with the accuracy of the software, and it is easy to make mistakes when converting pictures to text. After you finish typing, check it several times, understand?"
He Yu looked at the tomes of medical books on his desk, almost all of them could be used as a murder tool to smash people to death.
"Professor Xie, do you know that technology can liberate human beings?"
Xie Qingcheng smashed a copy of "Pu Xin" and a copy of "Social Heart" in front of him, the desk vibrated and the computer screen trembled.
"But I also know that humans shouldn't rely too much on technology. Let's work, and start with what I've drawn in these two books."
He Yu looked at the two thick brick books with a lot of annotation paper in them, which made the books almost twice as thick. He tried his best to maintain good manners, after all, he was sitting in Xie Qingcheng's office, and several professors in the same room had not left. So he whispered to Xie Qingcheng:
"Do you want my life?"
"No. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Xie Qingcheng stood next to him with a sip of coffee.
He Yu: "… "
"I'm not very demanding. Be careful." Xie Qingcheng left a sentence and threw a can of Red Bull to He Yu, then turned around and went about his own business.
He Yu narrowed his almond eyes slightly.
He turned on Xie Qingcheng's computer, moved the cursor to the word and paused, there was a haze behind the long eyelashes.
"let me see… "
For a man in his thirties like Xie Qingcheng, there is usually some content that is not quite on the table in his personal computer or mobile phone. But in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will consciously set passwords on their mobile phones or computers, set up hidden folders, and never borrow them.
But Xie Qingcheng didn't care.
What he put in the office for He Yu was his own personal computer. He Yu is a top hacker, so he searched the folder with a dark mind to find Xie Qingcheng's handle. He thought he could find at least one or two small movies, but he drank all the cans of Red Bull and still didn't gain anything.
He Yu didn't quite believe it, so he changed the code and searched through it again, but the result was still the same.
Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was clean and frank. Except for academic materials, it was the salary report, which was so innocent that it could almost be called abnormal.
He Yu frowned and leaned back on the office chair, playing with the empty cans with his slender fingers. After thinking for a while, he changed the language and made up a new paragraph, and hit enter to search.
This time, I found a folder that Xie Qingcheng often used during off-duty hours. The name of the name is also questionable, it is called "Happy".
With Xie Qingcheng's straight male personality, the naming of his folders is generally simple. He will change the names of important documents to "Courseware No. 1" and "Courseware No. 2". The unimportant ones are simply the default names of the system. Even if you move your fingers to fix a topic, you are too lazy to fix it, and the "New Folder" has already been ranked No. 23.
So as soon as the "Happy" folder, which didn't quite fit Xie Qingcheng's style of painting, came out, He Yu's eyes lit up immediately, his spirit came, and his back straightened. He stared at the screen intently, and moved the mouse to On the light yellow clip, I tapped it twice.
The folder is opened.
He Yu took a quick glance, and his expression instantly changed to calm, and then his brows were furrowed, feeling that Xie Qing was inexplicable.
In the folder named "Happy", there were only a few pictures of peach blossom jellyfish.
In addition, there are just a few videos. He opened it and watched it. It was nothing more than the videos of water elves from all over the world, from the sea-moon jellyfish to the rocket jellyfish, with all kinds of postures. One of the videos was more than an hour long. He dragged the progress bar several times, but it was actually all the videos of these water elves.
"… "
So Xie Qingcheng's happiness is to watch these videos of water spirits
Although those videos are very beautiful, the ancient life floating in the water is like a haze submerged in the water, and the shadow of the moon falling into the water, but He Yu still couldn't understand the old man's interest, so he turned off the video and exited.
Although not very reconciled, He Yu held his cheeks and changed several modes to investigate, and found that Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was like a snowfall, a white and flawless world. He tossed the mouse and gave up—
As long as he is a normal man, he will never have a little desire or no desire...
While playing with the empty soda can, I was fascinated.
His eyes turned to the computer screen again, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng was too cold, and he must have a cold personality.
Then since the other party is indifferent, it can only be changed.
He Yu then gave up the plan to find the reed in Xie Qingcheng's computer, and turned the tip of his tongue softly against his gums, his dazed eyes converged back into the cage—
He had another idea.
the next day.
Xie Qingcheng's big class was in the afternoon, just when He Yu was free, and he organized the electronic version of the courseware for Xie Qingcheng, so he simply came to the Medical University and sat in the last row of the multimedia classroom to take the class.
Xie Qingcheng's original intention was not to let him come: "What kind of psychiatry are you studying as a director?"
He Yu said politely, "Brother, I am mentally ill."
"… "
"What's more, I made your ppt last night. If there is any problem, I can also solve it on the spot. You say so."
Xie Qingcheng thought about it and thought it was right, so he went with him.
As a result, as soon as He Yu entered the classroom, Xie Qingcheng regretted it a little—he forgot that He Yu had talked to some of the female classmates on the list before, and the girls who took psychiatry as an elective were obviously watching When He Yu walked in, his eyes widened, and then he immediately showed a very rare nympho-like smile.
"Handsome guy, why are you here?"
He Yu beckoned to her, but gave her a silent gesture, pointing to Xie Qingcheng on the podium.
The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded slightly: "Oh oh oh!" Then she turned her head with great cooperation and looked at the podium earnestly to prepare for the lecture.
He Yu sat by the window in the last row of the classroom, threw the one-shouldered schoolbag, leaned back with his arms folded, took off the headset he was wearing all the way, and looked at Xie Qingcheng.
The meaning is obvious, look at me, you are polite, even though the class you teach is an obscure scripture for me, I will respect you for listening carefully.
It's a pity that his polite appearance was exchanged for Xie Qingcheng's rolling eyes.
Xie Qingcheng put the teacher on the table indifferently, turned his eyes from He Yu, and said with a sullen face, "What are you looking at him for? Haven't you seen anyone from the next school come to take a class?"
Under the pressure of Professor Xie, the students did not dare to say more, but their eyes exchanged secretly.
I have never seen it.
Unless it's a cross-campus romance in an idol drama.
The female classmates, especially the female classmates who had been in contact with He Yu before, after realizing this, they all began to sit in the right seats and want to get into the wrong. He adjusted his sitting posture beautifully, I hope this handsome guy can look at him in the last row.
And this scene undoubtedly caught the eyes of Xie Qingcheng who was standing on the podium.
The serious professor and the patient with apathy feel very disgusted by this, but he has a very fatherly personality and usually doesn't blame girls, he only thinks that He Yu is bad.
So Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu for several seconds.
Then he said coldly:
"Open the book, let's go to class. Everyone in this class is not allowed to turn their heads back. Anyone whose neck can't be controlled and twisted back will be deducted 6 points from the total score at the end of the term. Weigh it clearly."
students:"… "
He Yu, who was targeted, couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.
I thought Xie Xue's way of coercing students in class was stupid, but now he knows where this stupidity comes from.
Dareqing is all learned from Xie Qingcheng.
“… According to CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bipolar disorder, cyclothymic disorder, dysthymia disorder…”
Xie Qingcheng first discussed with the students the after-school exercises assigned yesterday. Although many college students dedicate their four years of youth to the simple wooden bed in the dormitory and live a life like a fairy, medical students are definitely not in this category. In fact, they may have to live at least five years of hard "high school" life.
It was just an ordinary homework, and Xie Qingcheng got them right for half of the class. It can be seen that there are so many questions.
He Yu, a student of the class, was also quiet, very conscious of being an uninvited person, sitting in the corner of the back row with his arms folded and looking at Xie Qingcheng.
He found that although Xie Qingcheng's attitude of threatening students was exactly the same as Xie Xue's, the way of teaching was completely different from Xie Xue's. Xie Xue tried his best to mobilize the atmosphere of the class and make his content as lively as possible, but Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the students in the entire classroom.
He stands tall and straight on the podium, but he doesn't seem to belong to this world. The reality has nothing to do with him. He is like a person half-immersed in an illusory space, and the knowledge data seems to have a substance, floating and lingering behind him.
Obviously, he is a purely academic professor, and he does not want to teach his students knowledge in a persuasive manner, nor does he intend to persuade them to study hard. On the contrary, Xie Qingcheng is aloof. He seems to be an extradition person walking out of the temple of knowledge. His long fingertips are dyed with ink rhythm, and his thin lips are scented with books. From his concentration, self, Even the selfless expression between his eyebrows and eyes exuded a kind of extreme nobility.
He doesn't seem to care whether you study or not, and he never cares whether you look at him or not, but his temperament on the podium itself is the most perfect interpretation of "knowledge".
He Yu almost suspected that he might open his mouth and say at any time: "The deity came down here to give alms to all the students, and all of you should kneel down and give thanks to God."
The young man thought about it like this, looking at the indifferent man on the stage who was immersed in the medical world.
"Okay. Yesterday's topic is right here, let's raise your head and look at the projection courseware."
One sentence brought He Yu back to his senses.
He raised his eyes, the arm he had been holding on his chest was loosened, his fingers interlaced, he rested on the table, and his body leaned forward slightly.
This is a gesture of anticipation.
And He Yu should not have any expectations for Xie Qingcheng's class.
It's a pity that Professor Xie is used to being arrogant, and he is even more lazy to pay attention to He Yu, a idiot who has nothing to do with his class. He didn't see He Yu's suddenly tense expression at all.
He turned on the computer, connected the signal, debugged the projector, and moved the mouse to the PPT named "Courseware No. 1" made by He Yu under the collective attention of the students.
Double click.
Courseware is open.
Xie Qingcheng raised his head without looking at it: "Today we will talk about hallucinations, ontological hallucinations, true hallucinations, false hallucinations..."
He talked to himself for a long time, until finally a boy in the front row couldn't help but lower his head and laugh out loud. "
This time he couldn't hold back his laughter, it wasn't just this boy.
"Professor Xie, your courseware..."
Xie Qingcheng realized that something was wrong and looked back.
Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and efforts to upgrade the school's hardware equipment, the newly replaced multimedia classroom projector is large and clear, and it projects the PPT page in detail—
A group of cute water elf babies made by computer graphics software, which look a bit like the Q version of the moon jellyfish.
This is still in GIF animation format. The water elf baby is doing a series of actions like "Baby is angry", "Baby passed out", "Baby don't play with you goodbye".
The picture was too naive and naive, and the impact was extremely strong. Xie Qingcheng took a breath and subconsciously touched a cigarette to suppress his shock.
He Yu couldn't help turning his face away, his shoulders shook slightly, and he smiled with his head half lowered.
Xie Qing turned his head back in anger, and saw the culprit hanging his eyelashes, leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, aware of his gaze, He Yu also raised his head, and did not hide the thin smile on his lips. .
this kid...
Xie Qingcheng's eyes almost put He Yupin in the center of the seat.
He Yu expected that he would not admit in front of everyone that the PPT courseware was made by a strong man, but he released his ten fingers, raised his hand with a smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, and tapped the phone on the table lightly.
The meaning is self-evident, it is to imply Xie Qingcheng to check his own information.
"..." Xie Qingcheng had an ugly expression on his face, and he closed the PPT before returning to the podium. "The courseware is wrong, wait a moment."
It was rare for students to see Professor Xie go wrong, and it was such a low-level one. If it wasn't for Xie Qingcheng's prestige, they would have laughed long ago. Everyone was trying their best to endure it, and it was very hard. How could they notice the turbulent undercurrent between the student from the school next door and their professor.
Xie Qingcheng took the opportunity to open his mobile phone with a dark face.
Sure enough, there was a message from He Yu two minutes ago:
"Do you want real PPT?"
"what do you want."
The other party is typing...
Waited a while.
Or "the other party is typing..."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head again and passed the students who were laughing.
The young man seemed to be deliberately grinding his pain points, prolonging the embarrassment that caused Professor Xie's social death, but he didn't even look at him, he only stretched out one slender finger, swiped a few times on the screen, and typed in a few words. Delete it again, then enter it again, and delete it again.
It seemed that he was really thinking about the quid pro quo.
It's a pity that He Yu's brows raised proudly because of the success of his bad intentions, revealing his dark mood under the beast mask.
Just when Xie Qingcheng was about to be overwhelmed by him and was going to walk over to knock on his desk, the news finally came.
Xie Qingcheng immediately turned on his vibrated phone.
"You sold my clothes, do you remember?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"Transfer me 5000. I'll come up and debug the courseware for you."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"By the way, if you leave it alone, after ten minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and it is useless to force it to shut down. Professor, judge for yourself, maybe I will increase the price in a few minutes."
After the hacker finished typing, they put down the communication tool that the two of them had been sending privately in full view.
He leaned back comfortably in the chair, one arm back, elbow resting on the back of the chair.
Then he raised his chin, clicked in the direction of the projector with an imperceptible range, raised his other hand, and tugged at his own collar at will, showing an innocent and dark boy to Xie Qingcheng. laugh.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng looked gloomy, stared at He Yu's eyes, slowly grabbed his mobile phone, opened Alipay to transfer money, gritted his teeth and typed 5000 in.
After a second.
He Yu's phone on the table vibrated.
He lowered his eyelids, covered Xingmu, and checked the 5,000 yuan received by Alipay.
He Yu got up, as expected of an actor who has acted in petty dramas, this person is no longer his initial acting skills, he pretended to care about Xie Qingcheng, and stepped onto the podium: "I'm sorry, Professor Xie, it seems that I helped your sister back up the data yesterday. You made the wrong courseware on your computer. I'm so sorry."
To collect money for others/eliminate disasters, He Yu politely picked up Professor Xie's dignity scattered on the ground, and then lowered his head and started to operate on Xie Qingcheng's notebook.
In a short while, the really prepared PPT courseware was dug out from the folder by him.
He Yu raised his hand, stepped aside respectfully and gracefully, and made room for Xie Qingcheng: "Professor, please."
The courseware turmoil subsided with the result that He Yu won again.
Only in the second half of the class, Xie Qingcheng's complexion was more gloomy than the doomsday clouds, the mountains and the rain were about to come and the wind filled the building, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be mixed with ice slag.
He Yu had no doubt that if the Eye Knife could materialize, he would have already become a sifter.
But obviously this assumption didn't hold, so with a smile on his face, and the ruffian that others couldn't see at all, he took the eye knife without pulling it all.
"...That's the end of today's class." Xie Qingcheng finally ended the damn ppt teaching five minutes before the class ended. He had to say that nothing happened later, which finally relieved his heart.
"I will send this assignment to the intranet below, remember to download it."
The relieved Professor Xie closed the courseware, opened the browser and entered the campus website address, and pressed enter neatly.
After a few seconds...
"With massive resources, beautiful photos, super 100w passionate videos, website: http:shenheyuan.kanbuchuwangzhishijiade.yebuzhidaoshizenzaishenhede.youaobg.xiaosidiele.
At the same time, a pop-up window was also magnified by the projector, and a scantily clad woman scratched her head and gestured at all the students whose glasses were shattered outside the screen.
All the students fell silent.
Xie Qingcheng looked back suddenly.
He Yu: "..."
Eternal injustice.
It's not him this time...