Teacher, he wants to do problems on the blackboard

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the butter tea bar outside the west gate of University A was full of open-minded and studious college students. Some of them took out their homework and frantically traced a few strokes, some stared at their mobile phones and typed seriously, and some looked at their hands. On a thick stack of A4 paper with a hesitant expression.

When Cheng Jibei entered the door, he saw such a lively scene.

It was a rare sight to see the juniors engrossed in academics, and Cheng Jibei couldn't help but froze at the entrance.

"Junior Brother Cheng, what's the matter?" Ying Ke who came back from the car was perfectly blocked by Cheng Jibei at the gate. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Aren't you going in?"

Cheng Jibei came back to his senses, turned sideways awkwardly and moved Ying Ke's position: "Ah, it's rare to see them being so serious, it's a little unbelievable."

Ying Ke smiled understandingly: "I don't miss you playing games with Xie Zhili on weekdays, right?"

How come, only four or five times a week.Cheng Jibei didn't dare to refute, so he raised his legs and walked among the students: "After seeing the boss, I realized that what I love is scientific research, and only publishing journals can make me happy."

The sharp-eyed junior saw the saviors walking side by side, and obsequiously invited the two of them to sit in the middle of the sofa, and even brushed the dust off Cheng Jibei's shoulders like a dog.

"Seniors, our subject depends on you."

"Brother, I beg you to save our literature review. I have a hunch that there should be sixty or seventy in the current review."

"Suddenly I feel so relieved, it's great to be able to participate in such an event!"

"Brother Bei, you are so handsome today. If I were a girl, I would definitely give birth to you!"

"If I was crooked, I would definitely let you have a baby for me!"

...? ? ?

Leaving aside a few dissonant compliments, Cheng Jibei felt at ease when he heard the beautiful words, and he felt proud: "Submit all your first drafts, and I will read each one slowly." As soon as the words finished, several hands were raised. Holding the printing paper, he came to him.

Research on the influence of different soil properties on students' physique—taking University A as an example, the design of voice maps for middle school students, the design of Lego models of basins and plains... Weird topics and design projects made Cheng Jibei start to doubt life. After scratching the research background page of this project, I couldn't help but turn to look at Ying Ke with a natural expression.

"The design of your voice map also needs to consider the control system. It is best to find people from the School of Digital Science and Technology to develop it together." Ying Ke did not dislike the whimsical ideas of the students at all, and even added the names of several reference books to them .

"Boss, don't you think this audio map is very similar to a backgammon point reader?" Cheng Jibei couldn't help but leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Where can't you click... Even the design concept is exactly the same, okay?"

Ying Ke turned his head slightly to look at Cheng Jibei, who had a distorted expression, and took a pen to point at the design intentions of the students who wrote upside down: "Instead of denying their design ideas, it is better to give them a direction and let them do it by themselves."

The boss is indeed the boss.Cheng Jibei lowered his head in shame, but soon he raised his head because he found that Xie Zhili was already half an hour late.

Just when he was hesitating whether to call Xie Zhili, Xie Zhili himself sent a Wechat message with great interest and justified the event.

Nicholas Tse: If you have money, I’m afraid I’m going to be a pigeon for the event. I’ll never eat Mrs. Ji’s spicy hot pot again...QAQ I’ve gone to the toilet eight times in the past two hours. I doubt I’ll die from the hot ass .

The accompanying picture is a selfie of Xie Zhili himself leaning against the door of the toilet.

...so should I thank you for not taking pictures of yourself?Cheng Jibei had a headache watching his unreliable roommate die every day, and out of humanitarian spirit, he still showed some symbolic care.

Qian Chaoduo: Do ​​you want me to accompany you to the school hospital?

On the other side, this time, he typed very fast.

Nicholas Tse: No need ^-^ Someone accompanied me, he will be here soon~

Regarding the words of socialite Xie Zhili, Cheng Jibei said that he was reasonable and convincing, and he casually asked him to remember to bring the key when he went out, and then closed the dialog box with confidence.

Now that everyone has opened WeChat, Cheng Jibei habitually opened Moments with red dots flashing, and the student who hurt his eyes with a backgammon map device just now sent a post.

The most handsome Lin Tao in University A: An afternoon of loving learning!Thanks to Beige and Ying Dashen for their great help! [Hold fist][Hold fist]

Attached is a selfie of him and a photo of Cheng Jibei and Ying Ke that he secretly took.

Cheng Jibei ignored the hot-eyed selfie, and locked his eyes on the photo of himself and Ying Ke.

In the photo, he tilted his body and leaned his head towards Ying Ke, and Ying Ke happened to turn his head to look at him, and from the perspective of the photo, Ying Ke's eyes could even be called affectionate.

No, no, you can't think of the boss so perverted.Cheng Jibei ordered himself to replace the four words automatically generated in his brain, "Affectionately", with "Thirsty for Talents", long-pressed and clicked to save the photo by accident.After completing this series of actions, Cheng Jibei copied the design report of the LEGO model, pretending to be casual and said: "Come on, let's continue to look at it. Brother Xie is not feeling well, so we won't be here today."

In the end, that afternoon, Cheng Jibei couldn’t remember how many weird opening reports he had read—although most of the weirder ones were taken over by Ying Ke, and he couldn’t remember how many cups of refreshing coffee he drank. , When the sun was setting, he felt that he had lost half his life, and the elementary school students who had received the revised report happily walked out of the tea bar with their revised opinions hugging their shoulders.

Watching the last elementary school boy walk out of the store, Cheng Jibei felt like a deflated balloon, deflated on the wooden table in an instant.

Ying Ke, who went outside to make a phone call, saw such a scene when he came back, and asked with a smile, "Are you tired after reading the report all afternoon?"

Cheng Jibei shook his wrist feebly: "I can watch for another hour."

Ying Ke laughed, he walked towards Cheng Jibei, reached out to grab Cheng Jibei's bag and put it on his back, and tapped the table with his index finger: "Let's go, I've worked hard all afternoon, senior brother treats you to a big meal."

So Cheng Jibei, who had eaten Ying Ke's meal at noon, reflexively took the second meal of the day.

It wasn't until Ying Ke parked the car downstairs in the graduate student's apartment that Cheng Jibei realized that he had eaten and drank shamelessly again.

"Then...boss, I'll leave first?" Cheng Jibei touched the doorknob with a smile, "I will definitely treat you to a big meal next time."

Getting out of the car maintaining a solemn posture, Cheng Jibei was about to lift his foot, but he heard Ying Ke calling himself again behind him, and quickly turned around and asked, "Boss, is there anything else?"

"The design drafts and homework of the last few days in the network disk have not been filed yet, and the title will be sent to you in about an hour, is that okay?" Ying Ke picked up the fruit tart that was forgotten in the back seat, "Please ask me to The owner put it in the refrigerator to keep it fresh, but it is better to eat fresh fruit, you can take it back and give it to Xie Zhili."

Recalling the pile of indescribable and invisible bad games and small movies in his online disk, Cheng Jibei felt that the fruit tower in his hand seemed to spurn him.

Fluttering back to the dormitory, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Zhili, who claimed that his stomach had been run over by three adult Asian elephants, sitting cross-legged on the bed and eating steamed buns filled with soup, Cheng Jibei admired: "You This self-healing ability is stronger than that of the protagonist of Resident Evil, and he doesn't even need to pack a pack of first aid medicine."

Xie Zhili swallowed the steamed bun on the chopsticks in two or three bites, and also distractedly noticed the food bag in Cheng Jibei's hand: "If you have money, what delicious food did you bring me?"

"Fruit tower," Cheng Jibei stuffed the food bag onto Xie Zhili's bed, "At noon, the boss invited me for lunch, and this thing was packed from that western restaurant."

Xie Zhili yelled, "Boss is wise!" He took the food bag, took out the slightly deformed dessert from the bag, and bit it down: "You really get what you pay for, and the desserts from this high-end restaurant taste like no the same."

"The clothes are stuffed in your closet." Cheng Jibei took off his coat and carefully escorted him back to Xie Zhili's closet, not forgetting to remind Xie Zhili who planned to take a sip of food, "Hurry up, I have to live broadcast later. "

Xie Zhili was concentrating on a piece of puff pastry, when he heard this remark he mumbled a reply.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated a few times, Cheng Jibei went over to check, and found that it was a message from Ying Ke who had just separated.

Ying: Are you in the dormitory?

Cheng Jibei typed his reply respectfully, and incidentally drew inferences.

Qian Chaoduo: I've arrived at the dormitory, and the fruit tower has been handed over to Xie Zhili, thank you boss for your concern.

Cheng Jibei stared at the screen showing "The other party is typing" for more than two minutes, wondering if there was a bug in WeChat, but Ying Ke sent a voice message.

Turn on the voice, put the phone to your ear, and the gentle voice will be infinitely amplified by the agitation of the eardrum.

"The questions and answers have already been sent to your mailbox, please check them in time, and don't let the attachments expire."

Cheng Jibei opened the mailbox, and Ying Ke's email was indeed lying in the first one in the inbox. It is not difficult to guess the rich content of the nearly 200K word document. Cheng Jibei downloaded the attachment and opened it, and found that Ying Ke was still considerate The topics are specifically classified under each knowledge point.

Rocks, solar altitude, time difference, atmosphere... Each knowledge point is followed by more or less questions, and some picture reading questions are even accompanied by pictures carefully made by Yingke himself, which is not too detailed.

Cheng Jibei flipped to the part marked "Ocean Current" from good to good, and saw the six-page real questions plus detailed explanations and couldn't help but want to call Ying Ke crazily——Lian Yingzheng is not good at doing the questions like this Everyone can have a support group, why can't Ying Ke, an ideal male god who is a domineering president and also obsessed with academics, make his debut in the hearts of fans.

After carefully doing each of the questions on the six pages, Cheng Jibei picked three high-level problems that he had unknowingly made mistakes. After finishing all these, he was in a good mood Whistling, it seems that he can already imagine the Weibo content of a certain boss uploading the audio.

The author has something to say:

The deepest despair is that after you get the secret book, you dare to challenge the creator of the secret book hahhhhh