Young voices

"Sun Zhen, what are you thinking?"

Lin Jingjing had already closed the notebook, reached out her hand to Sun Zhen's eyes and shook it up and down twice.

Sun Zhen came back to his senses, grabbed her paw and threw it away: "It's nothing. It's getting late, you can go back to your beauty sleep."

Lin Jingjing smiled grimly: "Did a hundred rockets smash you into the sky just now? I don't think it's the house management. The shot is so generous, the ID is unfamiliar, and the new bell?"

"It's not like." Sun Zhen shook his head, telling him intuitively that it's not that simple, "If it's really bells, I gave away so many, I must have wanted to attract Dingling's attention. But this person disappeared after I finished thanking him. Bubble."

Lin Jingjing glanced at him: "Maybe she's just shy! Twenty-five thousand, please be happy."

Before Sun Zhen could answer, he sat down on the sofa and picked up his notebook again: "Seeing that you are so troubled, you will probably have insomnia again tonight. For the sake of your hairline, let me help you read the information of this local tyrant." .You're welcome."

Sun Zhenpi smiled without a smile: "Hehe, my hairline is recovering."

Lin Jingjing found the one hundred rocket launchers from the backstage, and the ID was the simple letter "A".As Sun Zhen's personal manager, she holds administrator privileges in Yinyou, and it's just a matter of pointing her fingers to check a passerby's account.Click on A's information homepage, there is not even an avatar, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a big one.

"Sex: Male."

Sun Zhen said "hmm", and after waiting for the follow-up, Lin Jingjing fell silent: "What else?"

Lin Jingjing looked up at him: "Sun Zhen, this matter is embarrassing. It's gone."

"……what?"

"Only the male gender is displayed, and then the homepage is blank and nothing is filled in. The registration time is today. I can barely see the landing place, this city, with administrator privileges."

Sun Zhen was a little surprised: "So it's a trumpet?"

Who the hell took a trumpet and gave him [-] yuan, what's wrong?

"Not necessarily, maybe it's a newly registered tuba, and I haven't had time to write the information yet." Lin Jingjing analyzed it in a logical manner, and added a sentence at the end, "However, I also think that the possibility of a trumpet is more likely. The key is this People are from this city. I remember that only two or three from the Bell Front are from this city, including Jingfengqi 1986. I know all of their IDs turned into ashes, so I can rule them out."

Sun Zhen persuaded: "If you have time to memorize so many front-line IDs, it is better to improve your cultural level. There is a big problem with rhetorical techniques."

"Didn't you understand what I mean? That means my rhetorical technique is fine!"

sophistry.

Sun Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "It's almost 12:30, are you still going?"

"Suddenly I felt sore in my waist and legs, so I didn't want to leave." Lin Jingjing brushed her long hair, put down her notebook and took out a quilt from Sun Zhen's closet. Buy him coffee in the morning and never wake up again."

"Enjoy the errand work."

Lin Jingjing ignored his sarcasm, hugged the quilt and closed the door, then withdrew.

Sun Zhen looked away, looking thoughtfully at the one hundred rocket launchers displayed in the background.Gao Yiming's face from yesterday suddenly flashed in my mind.

"Senior...impossible."

He closed the background page and grabbed the phone that had been in silent mode.Two new messages appear on the screen.

Senior: Tomorrow something will happen to pass by your school.Do you have time in the afternoon?Please drink coffee.

Senior: As long as you agree.

Sun Zhen wanted to reply "I have something to do in the afternoon", so he typed, deleted and deleted, but couldn't make up his mind and pressed send.He also looked at the time when Gao Yiming sent the message was after [-]:[-] pm. He replied after such a long time and the reply was a rejection, which made people feel that he had thought about it for a long time.

"..."

Why don't you just have a cup of coffee? Let's go.

Sun Zhen replied "Understood" succinctly.

Gao Yiming replied in seconds: "Still sleeping? Good night."

It was only five words, but it reminded Sun Zhen of a lot of old things.He seemed to be able to see the corner of the senior's mouth bent upwards through the phone screen.

No more tangling what to answer.Because he didn't want to reply at all.

Sun Zhen set the alarm clock for the morning and turned off the computer.Because of Gao Yiming's invitation to drink coffee, he didn't even realize that he had forgotten the appearance of classmate A.

The next day, Sun Zhen who woke up early still failed to meet Lin Jingjing who woke up earlier than chicken.The poor girl who was busy running errands for her tutor left only a small note saying "There is a salad in the refrigerator. Try it out!", like a virtuous snail girl, who came and went without a trace.

Sun Zhen gulped down two slices of bread with the salad, carefully styled his hair, and went out in a casual suit with a USB flash drive and lesson plans in his hands.

The last winter vacation of the university is coming to an end, and today is Saturday.But like Lin Jingjing, who is about to enter the ranks of graduate students, he has no holidays at all.A few days ago, he told Yang Liang that he had been living in school for a lot of things recently, and 80.00% of it was true.The remaining 20.00% is that he really didn't bother to go home, and occupied two dormitories by himself, so it was convenient to do live broadcast.

His tutor, Fang Peiyuan, is one of the most prestigious professors in the school. Every year, countless students rush to join Professor Fang's group, but every year, only a few lucky few can make their dreams come true.

Sun Zhen is undoubtedly lucky.

On the one hand, he is indeed talented and has outstanding grades.On the other hand, his father and Fang Peiyuan used to be classmates, and they had always had a good personal relationship, so he had met Fang Peiyuan several times since childhood.Under the Great Heaven. Dynasty. System, this must be one of the necessary conditions.

Grandma doesn't love the child Lin Jingjing, who doesn't love grandma, has to bring coffee and tea to her mentor in the morning. At least Sun Zhen doesn't have to worry about these trivial matters.

However, Fang Peiyuan also gave him a big problem.

At the beginning of the winter vacation, Sun Zhen had finished his graduation thesis.After passing the plagiarism check, Fang Peiyuan looked at it hastily and kindly said to him: "Xiao Sun, the graduation thesis is just a small topic. Since you have submitted it, it will be considered as a conclusion. I believe you will have no problem defending it. I have more important questions here. It's up to you to do things."

Sun Zhen was taken aback: "Professor Fang..."

"Don't see outsiders. If there are no outsiders, let's call him Uncle Fang." Fang Peiyuan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Originally, this matter should be handed over to your brothers and sisters in the second and third years of research, but unfortunately, only one of them was accepted by the third researcher. They are about to graduate early, and both Yan Er and Yan Er have accepted the case I found for them and cannot get away with it. So I have to leave it to you."

"Uncle Fang, just tell me, what's the matter?"

"Substitute."

The two words hit Sun Zhen's brain crisply, it really hurts.

He struggled: "...Dai, a class?"

Fang Peiyuan smiled meaningfully: "Is it necessary to ask you to talk about this in one class?"

Sun Zhen wiped off his sweat, and said without giving up: "Then, for three classes?"

Fang Peiyuan's eyes flashed brightly, and he wisely cut off Sun Zhen's retreat: "It's a little more than three knots, maybe more than ten knots."

"Uncle Fang, the next semester is only [-] weeks long, so more than ten quarters is the whole semester?!" Sun Zhen lost control of his expression.How can a student substitute a tutor for a whole semester's class?Is this compliant with the rules system? !

"It's just an elective course. It's not a formal course in the strict sense, and the number of people will not be large."

"But I don't start school until September..."

Fang Peiyuan reassured: "Don't be impatient. You were asked to hand in your thesis early in order to finish your course early, and you will be able to officially enroll in March. So next semester you will be a graduate student for a lifetime, and the subject is your best mixing direction. Specifically, What, you decide by yourself. Just use the winter vacation to set the topic and finish the teaching plan. I will check the general direction for you at any time, just do it yourself."

Under the pressure of Shanda, Sun Zhen dared not refuse.

Therefore, during this winter vacation, apart from hiding in his dormitory and being an internet anchor secretly, he spent the rest of the time writing lesson plans in a hurry.

Fang Peiyuan is famous for hiding his knife behind his smile, and gently tells you that "full rewriting" is a very frequent event.The subject alone has been rejected ten or eight times for various reasons, not to mention the lesson plans for each chapter.Excluding the exam week, there are a total of [-] classes, and Sun Zhen wrote the teaching plan for each class three or four times. PlanA can't, planB is on. PlanB doesn't work either, so change to PlanC.It has been written until Fang Pei's head of state agrees.

Sun Zhenxin knew in his heart that the stricter Professor Fang was, the better it would be for him.

In this way, he will make fewer mistakes when he spends his whole life teaching.The more Fang Peiyuan affirmed his teaching plan, the more rigorous it was, making it impossible to follow.

Last week, he finally finalized the teaching plans for all sixteen lessons.

Fang Peiyuan patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way: "Xiao Sun, you did a great job. I almost thought you had no time to finish writing before school started."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to finish writing."

But half life is gone.Sun Zhen muttered softly.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

"Nothing! Uncle Fang, tell me."

"Oh—that's right." Fang Peiyuan handed him a job notice, "The course has been reported to the higher authorities for approval, and you have to keep the official letter of appointment."

Sun Zhen's name is impressively written on Party B's part of the letter of appointment.

"...Isn't it a substitute? It should be under the name of Uncle Fang."

"You see, I look like the kind of person who grabs credit for students."

Surprised and a little uneasy, Sun Zhen pinched the entry notice unconsciously and wrinkled the paper with force.He didn't understand Fang Peiyuan's painstaking efforts until he got this piece of paper.Before he graduated, his mentor paved the way for him to stay in school step by step, even though he felt that he had not revealed his desire to stay in school.But yes, to be honest, college teaching is a great career choice.Especially teachers from famous schools.Things in the system depend on noble people.

Fang Peiyuan is his nobleman.

He had nothing to say but to thank him.

Seeing him happy, Fang Peiyuan said with some relief, "School will start in a few days after another week. I think so, before the students start to choose courses, find a time to give a trial class. Once you come, you can come It’s a place to experience the feeling of standing on the podium, and secondly, it can be regarded as a publicity for this new elective course. In this way, students can have a certain understanding when choosing courses. What do you think?”

Sun Zhen nodded obediently: "I listen to you."

So, today, two days before school starts, the last Saturday of winter vacation.

In the first teaching building, at 09:30 in the morning, Sun Zhen will give the first trial lecture in his life.

He didn't think about how many students would come to audition.The school registers three days in advance. In theory, all students, new and old, have already returned to school on Friday.Besides, since it was arranged by Fang Peiyuan, it seems to have some appeal.

Facts have proved that his idea is correct.

At 25:[-], he arrived at the classroom.He had to stand on the podium in the classroom where he had sat for three and a half years.

With a drum in his heart, he quickly glanced down after entering the classroom.

The attendance rate of classrooms that can accommodate 60 people is [-] to [-]%.

Not too bad.

Sun Zhen plugged in the USB flash drive and opened the lesson plan.He already memorized this chapter by heart.But facing the lesson plan, he could calm his mind somewhat. What he thinks most now is to hope that he won't get stuck in the first sentence for a while.

Silence the phone and put it aside.

When it showed [-]:[-], Sun Zhen took a deep breath, raised his head and said loudly: "Students, we have started class."