Ning Li was admitted with the highest score, and her student number was naturally the first.
She responded:
"arrive."
The old professor looked up and looked at Ning Li carefully several times, with a kind smile,
"A conscientious student?"
Ning Li: "."
The news that Shen Zhijin's new research group has recruited a first-year undergraduate has already spread.
Especially the teachers at the Institute of Natural History are full of curiosity about Ning Li.
This is an old professor of Xijing University, who has taught here all his life.
Ning Li guessed that Shen Zhijin should also be his student.
The students in the classroom all looked over and were all envious.
The old professor clicked on the roster and joked:
"Originally, according to the rules in my class, the student with the first student number is always selected as the class representative. But since you have followed Zhijin, I can't compete with him."
Ning Li: "."
The old professor went on to roll the roll, and sure enough, the boy behind Ning Li became the class representative.
In the middle, the old professor called Ning Li up and asked a question.
"Ning Li, write about TIRS-True Equatorial Transformation."
The classroom fell silent instantly, and many people looked blank.
What's this
Ning Li paused.
This is the content in the textbook. This is the first class for them, and of course they haven't learned it yet.
The old professor asked this question on purpose, apparently with the intention of doing random checks.
She straightened her thoughts and answered smoothly.
The old professor nodded in satisfaction.
After Ning Li sat down, Zhang Yuanyuan asked in a daze:
"Ning Li, just now the professor asked if we haven't done it yet."
Ning Li nodded:
"Chapter two."
Zhang Yuanyuan immediately went to flip through the book, but couldn't find it after searching for several pages.
Ning Li recalled:
"TIRS-CIRS transformation should be on page 31."
Zhang Yuanyuan speeded up and turned to the thirty-first page.
She was silent for a moment, and when she looked up at Ning Li again, her expression was complicated.
".You have previewed it before? Isn't this book just released?"
Ning Li took a sip of water.
"I watched it before."
Zhang Yuanyuan: "."
What can't she think about, to ask Xueshen such a question
"Yang Liu, I'm autistic."
She said to Yang Liu beside her sullenly.
Yang Liu remained expressionless: "Me too."
Ning Li shook her head:
"It's actually the basics."
Zhang Yuanyuan sighed, glanced at the podium again, and lowered his voice:
"But our professor really cares about you! No wonder, after all, you are now Dean Shen's student!"
Ning Li didn't take it to heart.
"Probably because he also taught Mr. Shen before, so he paid more attention to it."
But soon, Ning Li discovered that things seemed to be developing in a direction she hadn't expected.
She was called again for the first general astronomy session the next afternoon.
"Ning Li?"
There is nothing wrong with the roll call. In the first class of freshmen, the teachers always have to roll their names.
But here's the thing—she was called up again to answer questions.
The only difference from last time is that the teacher this time is a middle-aged man.
Well, this is Shen Zhijin's college classmate.
Fortunately, she answered the question smoothly, and the professor was satisfied with letting her sit down.
She heard someone whispering behind her:
"Dean Shen's connections are too strong, so every teacher in the courtyard must come here once in class, right?"
A prophecy.
After general astronomy, everyone moved to the next classroom to prepare for theoretical astrophysics.
There are only thirty teachers in this class.
But—he had studied Shen Zhijin's Ph.D.
"Ning Li?"
Ning Li stood up again.
This one was more interested than the previous two, either because she was too curious about Ning Li, or because she was a bit competitive, and asked her three questions in succession.
After Ning Li finished answering and sat down, this man finally let her go.
The reactions of other students in the class have gone from bewildered at the beginning, to shock, and then to numbness.
—The boss is the boss, and he can even stand this kind of beating.
What else are they struggling with
Ning Li took five professional courses in a row, and was called by her name five times in a row, and called up five times.
Finally, on Friday afternoon, she escaped from the torture of all the teachers in the institute.
——This is an advanced mathematics class in the lecture hall. In addition to the Department of Astronomy, there are also freshmen from the Department of Atmospheric Science and Physics. They all take it together.
The classroom is full of darkness.
Ning Li sat in the last row of the classroom.
Seeing the gray-haired senior professor of mathematics who walked in, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Academy of Numbers and the Academy of Things should—
"Ning Li?"
The old professor was hale and hearty, smiling, and at the same time he called Ning Li's name, his eyes fell on Ning Li who was sitting in the corner.
Ning Li: "...here."
The old professor smiled and said:
"You come to be the class representative of this class."
Ning Li was stunned.
"I?"
The old professor nodded:
"Yes, do you have a problem here?"
In front of so many people, Ning Li had no reason to refuse.
She said:
"No."
The old professor nodded in relief.
"That's good. From now on, you will be responsible for sending and receiving homework in each class."
Ning Li paused.
"good."
Xue Langlang, who rarely attended class together, showed a sympathetic look beside him, and whispered:
"Ning Li, in that case, won't you be able to skip high math class?"
As soon as her voice fell, the old professor on the podium spoke again.
He looked kindly:
"Shen Zhijin skipped my class before, and the two semesters combined, I only attended two."
Ning Li: "."
The old professor remembered something and smiled more gently:
"But he's stronger than Lu Huaiyu. Lu Huaiyu was just in one session."
Ning Li's temples twitched.
The entire classroom was very quiet, echoing the old professor's loving words.
"You go for them."
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