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Young Americans prefer to wear casual brands, but from the Omega watches that White wears, it can be seen that he is not short of money. However, the independent old beauty generally does not ask parents for money. It is estimated that the monthly cost of the apartment plus the bar The expenses of drinking and playing had already killed White's life, so much so that he didn't even have a decent car.

Chen En, no, it should be called White from now on. White set off from the apartment, and not long after, a yellow Porsche chased up from behind.

There were two or three girls sitting on the open-top Porsche. They were driving one and two in the back seat. After they caught up with White, the Porsche slowly stopped.

"White! Early in the morning, where are we going?" The blond girl who was driving shouted at him, putting her hand on the car window.

"Go to school," White replied. In fact, he thought in his heart, are these girls also the ministers of White's pants?

The blonde girl beckoned, the wheat-colored figure wrapped in the white tight-fitting T-shirt was bumpy, "That's great, we are about to go, by the way."

"..." It turned out to be from the same school.

"Okay, thank you so much." White thanked and sat in the co-pilot. As soon as he sat in, Porsche ran up. For the first time in his life, he was riding in a famous car. The hair on the temples was battered by the wind, which was really good.

"How did you think of class today? Don't you claim to be the first person who opposes theoretical knowledge? Why, suddenly changed sex?" The blonde girl asked.

"It's not a change of sex..." You just changed your soul, do you believe it? You were scared to death or I was beaten to death. White thought.

"Professor Gomez is very dissatisfied with you. These lessons have been naming names. I guess it will be difficult for you to graduate." The blonde girl said.

It seems that it is difficult to graduate from American universities, but this is not a big deal for people who have been playing fritters in college for four years. White asked: "Professor Gomez?"

The blonde girl made an emergency turn. Porsche made a big turn so beautifully. She dodged the car that suddenly rushed out in front of her in a thrilling manner. She glanced at the reflector and said: "Yes, you haven't been to class for a long time. Professor Gomez's character. He is Stanford's No. 1 old scholar. Yesterday he asked me about your current situation, asking murderously, I guess you are finished."

"..." Is it so scary?

After a while, the car came to the entrance of Stanford University, and the blonde girl drove in, turned left and right, and stopped smoothly in the student parking lot.

White unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. When the station was upright, the three girls had already stood in a row in front of them, each of which was 1.75 meters tall. Fortunately, White himself was also 1.85 meters, so he didn't suffer in front of them.

"Let's go to the cafe for dinner at noon." The blonde girl suggested.

"Okay," White said.

"But you have to survive before then." The blonde girl cast a silently comforting look.

"..." Really, where does this Professor Gomez come from? How did this girl portray him so beautifully? Even his old fritters that had been in the office since childhood has returned to the tension of the middle school years.

White buildings and green woods form a landscape of Stanford University. The neat and clean garden is a place where college couples often date.

I have long heard that the more famous college boys and beautiful girls are, the more famous it is today. It was again the summer season, and the girls on campus began to wear super shorts and tights, showing a beautiful figure, but their faces were V-shaped and very delicate.

Don't look at their beauty. Anyone who is selected is a high-achieving student of science and engineering with ME scores.

Looking at these beauties, White suddenly remembered the most beautiful **** in Cambridge that he had chased in those years...what attributes of him seemed to be exposed?

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White walked up the white corridor, where the light and shadow were weaker, and it was a good place to enjoy the shade. Before he stood for a long time, a voice calling him came from behind.

"Engelson!" Turning his head to see, a gray-haired grandfather was looking at him with angrily. He doesn't leave the book in his hand, it seems that he just got out of class.

That's it, this must be Professor Gomez. The professor has white skin and a red nose. The spots on both sides can no longer distinguish whether it is age spots or freckles. The two eyebrows are also very white. If you don't hang them, they may look kinder.

"Professor Gomez..." White called.

"Don't call me a professor, I don't have a student like you." The old professor walked over, hurriedly and aggressively, trying to beat people.

Fortunately, he did not use crutches. White thought.

"Why don't you come to class?" the old professor asked.

"Overslept." White confessed.

"I didn't ask you today, a few days ago, and a month ago, do you still want to graduate? Believe it or not you will die here forever." The old professor said.

"..." White was silent.

"You hate the Stanford system, but there is no way. Every school is like this. If you don't comply, you have to get out." The old professor continued.

"..." White didn't refute, Professor Ren said obediently.

Professor Gomez probably also felt that today's White was unnaturally obedient, and his anger eased. He said in a gentle but still tough tone: "Why didn't you reply to my email?"

It turns out that the emails from the school were all from Professor Gomez? White suddenly felt that the professor was not as fierce as he appeared to be. Perhaps he really cared about White.

White had just finished thinking about this, when Professor Gomez saw him still not speaking, his mouth was tight with anger, and he slammed the book on White directly.

...Well, he wants to take back what he said before

Professor Gomez's waist bones didn't look good. When he walked, he kept his hands behind his back. When he noticed this, White squatted down to pick up books for the professor.

This is an informatics book with a red-covered cowhide back page. White was curious about this, so he took a few more glances when he heard the old professor's voice ringing above his head.

"I know that you recently passed your personal information to Google, but you know that although Stanford students have an advantage in Silicon Valley, those big companies still look at your ME scores. So I appropriately help you make up your Stanford Award record. However, this does not mean that I support you in giving up your studies. I hope you can gain experience in Silicon Valley without giving up the courses at school. I don't want you to drop out. Can you understand?"

White thought he would hear a scolding, but stopped at the professor's words. He raised his head in a daze, only to see Professor Gomez looking at him with a very loving look. This is because he often skips classes, but he is a good teacher who loves children and is eager.

Professor Gomez smiled, and slowly stretched out his hand. With tears in his eyes, White thought he was going to touch himself, so he stuck out his head obediently——

"Ouch." White covered his forehead painfully.

"You play hard, I know that. But you must also be aware that there are many elites in Silicon Valley. Just as you claim to be smart, there will be a steady stream of geniuses in Stanford. If you don't work hard, It will be a terrible defeat. You know?" Professor Gomez said.

"Yes..." White answered helplessly.