Shangjing University, classroom.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu arrived relatively early, but almost half of the classroom was already occupied. The entry of these two unfamiliar faces attracted the attention of some people, but they just glanced at them and then lowered their heads to flip through the books in their hands.
To their surprise, Cao Yuan was sitting in the second to last row and waved to them, as if he had been there for a long time.
"when did you come?"
"I didn't notice the time... But when I came in, this classroom was still empty."
"I heard from Jiang Er that you went for a morning run?"
"Well, just running around."
Lin Qiye looked at Cao Yuan suspiciously, then sat down next to him, while An Qingyu sat on the other side.
"Qi Ye, I want to ask you something." Cao Yuan hesitated for a long time, but finally took the initiative to speak.
"What?"
"Generally speaking, how old do you have to be to get a doctorate?"
Hearing this inexplicable question, Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows, "This depends on the major."
"That kind of thing... what about the Chinese department?"
"The undergraduate course in Chinese should be a normal four-year program... If a student is 19 years old when he is a freshman, the undergraduate course is four years, the graduate course is three years, and the doctoral course is... It depends on how far he has reached, probably three to five years? In other words, if he is a doctoral student, he will be at least 26 years old, and may even be 30 years old."
Cao Yuan's eyes gradually brightened.
"Which doctoral student do you like?" An Qingyu smelled something unusual and asked with a smile, "Yes, given Lao Cao's preferences, he definitely doesn't like younger ones... A doctoral student should be a few years older than him, and if she's a little plump and divorced, she should be just what he likes. Maybe there's one at Shangjing University?"
Cao Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned his head away silently without saying anything.
“Did it really come true?” Lin Qiye widened his eyes.
The Bluetooth headset in An Qingyu's ear suddenly lit up. He took it off reluctantly and put it into Cao Yuan's ear.
The next moment, Jiang Er's excited voice instantly filled his mind:
"What's her name?! How old is she? Which college is she from? Is she a student or a teacher? No... Just tell me her name, and I can help you retrieve all her file records! Even just a photo will do, I can help you screen it!"
Cao Yuan silently took off his headphones and handed them back to An Qingyu, "Ahem... I'll try to get in touch with them myself first, and then I'll let you know when it's necessary."
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked at each other, their expressions somewhat subtle.
The class that Lin Qiye and his classmates were attending was "Introduction to Philosophy". Less than fifteen minutes after the class started, Cao Yuan had already died on the desk in the second-to-last row. Lin Qiye's eyelids were trembling. Only An Qingyu had been listening attentively the whole time. His focused expression won the teacher's continuous attention.
Fortunately, Li Yifei didn't get up. If he was here, his snoring would probably be loud enough to blow off the ceiling of the classroom.
Out of boredom, Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Gods' Mental Hospital.
"King Jiji, it's time to take your medicine."
"… "
Gilgamesh looked at the little boy in front of him who was as tall as his waist. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly. He took two deep breaths and swallowed back the words "Drag him out and dismember him" that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Why don't you speak?" Ah Zhu held a bowl of medicine and tilted her head in confusion.
“… This king does not want to talk to you.”
"Oh, then you drink the medicine first."
"Put the medicine down. I will drink it in a moment."
"But the medicine won't taste good if it's cold!"
"I don't want to drink now!"
"No, Manager Li has told me to take good care of you!"
"… "
Gilgamesh couldn't help clenching his fists, but looking at Ah Zhu with an innocent face in front of him, he couldn't say a harsh word, let alone take action.
If this had happened in the past, if someone dared to speak to him like this, the moment the words "King Jiji" came out, he would have been dragged out and dismembered on the spot. Who would dare to speak to him like this
I have to say that in some cases, sincerity is the best weapon.
Gilgamesh had no choice but to grab the medicine bowl and drink all the medicine in it in one gulp. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. "Are you satisfied with this?"
"There's medicine residue on the corner of your mouth. Let me give you a tissue to wipe it." Ah Zhu tiptoed and handed over a tissue with both hands.
Gilgamesh:…
Gilgamesh took the tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth quickly, and then glared at him fiercely: "Get out!"
"good!"
Ah Zhu held the empty bowl and skipped out of the ward.
Looking at Ah Zhu's departing back, Gilgamesh felt exhausted. He sat on a chair in the ward and sighed helplessly...
A few minutes later.
"Old repeater! It's time to take your medicine!!"
Ah Zhu's voice rang out loudly on the rooftop of the hospital building.
Yelande stood by the wire fence, looking down at everything in the hospital. When he heard the voice, he turned his head slightly and spoke kindly:
"You did great, kid."
"I know, but you should take your medicine!"
"You did great, kid."
"Okay, okay, drink the medicine first! If you don't, it will get cold."
"You did great, kid."
"… "
When Ah Zhu found that communication was ineffective, his face suddenly fell. He waited on the rooftop with the medicine for three minutes, but Yelande refused to drink the medicine and just kept repeating that sentence with a smile.
"Old man! You really should drink the medicine, it's already cold!" Ah Zhu felt the medicine in her arms gradually getting colder, and began to stamp her feet anxiously, "If you don't drink it, I will feed you, right?"
"You did great, kid."
Ah Zhu gritted his teeth, scooped a spoonful of medicine, and slowly passed it to Yelande's mouth...
Just as the spoon was about to touch Yelande's lips, a terrifying repulsive force surged out of his body!
Snapped!!
The spoon in Ah Zhu's hand shattered instantly, and the sharp fragments cut his delicate palm. Then the medicine bowl in his arms also shattered, as if an invisible sledgehammer had hit his chest. His small body hit the wire mesh like a cannonball, cutting a hole in the wire on the top floor of the ward!
Ah Zhu stared blankly at the kindly smiling figure, with his back to the earth, falling rapidly downwards.
Just when he was about to fall to the ground, an afterimage whizzed by and caught his body steadily, and then a breath of king's rage rose into the sky!
Gilgamesh, wearing a gray robe, held the wounded Arjun in one hand and held a long sword in the other, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of Yelande's nose. Anger burned in his sharp eyes.
"you wanna die??!"