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Shi Shao was a rich second generation, someone in his family was rich and had a lot of background, and he gave birth to a handsome and wealthy son.

He is not a genius, nor is he a mediocre person. He is not a genius, and he is not a mediocre person. He was only 28 years old when he got his Ph.D. After graduation, he became a lecturer in a domestic university, and became an associate professor a year later. , Going out, everyone will say tall, rich and handsome.

He was a little unhappy in that school before, he watched coldly for a while, and finally agreed to another school's poaching, and turned into an acting professor.

This year is about 30 years old, and my love life is blank.

In addition, he has an unknown hobby.

He likes to write novels, all kinds of themes, and he especially likes the feeling of control. The words are flowing and flowing, and the imagination is unconstrained. He has a strong desire to control in his bones.

His writing is liked by many people and is deeply sought after, and he has always been at the top of the list on the terminal literature website.

Others on the Internet jokingly called him Thirteenth Young Master.

He is also very clear, the network is the network, the reality is the reality.

He didn't want to confuse the two.

Shi Shao has an unknown problem. He doesn't like to communicate with too many strangers. Simply put, he is a bit autistic.

Autism that no one can see.

He is not autistic, he has the ability to interact with people, and even said that if he doesn't want to get close to others, no one will dislike him and treat him as the closest friend, he just has no leisure and is unwilling to be with complicated people. dealing with people.

He just likes the pure environment on campus, and those unusually simple people.

But because of his family background, as a matter of fact, no one who really has the slightest scheming has ever appeared by his side.

Shi Shao's eyes are the most venomous, he can see that, naturally he doesn't want to get close.

Bai Xiaodai was the most thoughtless person he had ever met, a bit silly, but also cute.

Before Shi Shao knew Bai Xiaodai's name, he had already defined him by himself, and it was surprisingly accurate.

Shi Shao opened the only PPT, put the clean lesson plans on the podium, rolled up his cuffs neatly, pushed his glasses in a gentle manner, and then opened his mouth.

"My class requirements are not high, but 100% attendance must be guaranteed. If you fail to meet it, you will be sent back to retake it."

A dead silence.

He straightened the folds of his sleeves, and said casually: "There is a quiz every four weeks, the average score accounts for 30.00% of the total score, and the final test score accounts for 40.00% of the total score. In addition, every five people need to form a group. I will give a related explanation in my class, which accounts for 30.00% of the total score. Students with a total score of more than [-] and a final score of not less than [-], congratulations, you passed. The rest, there is no make-up exam, and the same retake. "

He smiled slightly, he was very gentle, but no matter how you look at it, he was a scum, and he said: "All students must have no objection."

"Teacher, can I ask a question?" The girl in the first row gritted her teeth and raised her hand.

Shi Shao looked at her tolerantly and encouraged: "Ask."

"What is your pass rate for this course?"

"depend on mood."

"...The exam is open and closed?"

"depend on mood."

"..."

A boy plucked up the courage and tremblingly asked everyone's aspirations: "Then teacher, if you retake the course, will you still be the teacher next year?"

Shi Shao still looked like Zhilan Yushu, with a gentle smile, but it was like a phantom of a demon: "It's still the same, it depends on your mood."

"Okay," he looked up at all the students politely, "this is the end of the communication time, now let's start the class."

The classroom was as quiet as a mortuary. All the students looked like shit, weeping silently in their hearts, praying infinitely for the professor to come back soon after giving birth and start the great cause of education. Even if they can’t save the catastrophe, they can still gain a new life during the reconstruction.

--Amen.