lust game

After getting rid of Ke Ke, Gu An canceled the original flight as quickly as possible, and booked the one hour earlier, of course, the flight on the same plane as the male god professor.

Gu An carried the suitcase, bypassed the flow of people, and went straight to the target.

"Excuseme," Gu An said the same thing now, and now he wants to return it, "Is there anyone in the seat next to me?"

The side next to the professor is still empty, and Gu An prayed that the person in the seat next to him missed the flight on time.

"Ah, you were the one just now..." The green eyes of the male god revealed a pleasing smile, "What a coincidence." Then he looked at the seat next to him and said, "Sorry, I don't know how long this seat is waiting for." Will anyone come in a while?"

Gu An was happy that the other party had an impression of him, when suddenly a huge American aunt squeezed out from behind, with a waist as thick as his two hips.The aunt was red-necked, panting heavily, and asked him to make way—obviously the person in this seat was not late.

Gu An knows how to deal with American aunts: "Ah, I'm really sorry, beautiful lady, this is a mathematics professor I have admired for a long time, I didn't expect to meet him on the way back to school, I happen to have a very important academic I have to ask him questions, you know, this will affect my GPA (academic performance point), don't know if you mind..."

As soon as the old lady heard that the young man was eager to learn, she immediately showed that she was reasonable. She glanced at the plane ticket that Gu An handed over, and immediately walked towards his original seat.

The professor was also taken aback. He didn't expect to meet his own student by such a coincidence, but Gu An didn't seem to be familiar with him. He thought it might be because the class was relatively large, so he didn't notice it.

Gu An unhurriedly stood on tiptoes, lifted his buttocks, and put the suitcase on the shelf above his head. With every move of his hand and every throw of his feet, he was burning the power of the wild to release his male peacock hormones.

Finally, he put his luggage away, sat down, crossed his legs, put his slender fingers on his knees, and slowly introduced himself to the professor.

"Hello, Professor Kanas, as you heard just now, I am a student of University of U," he held out a hand to the male god, "My name is Gu An, from the Department of Economics and Management, you may not know me, But I have heard of your name for a long time, and I admire your academic achievements very much."

The professor immediately shook back politely: "Hi, Gu An, nice to meet you."

When Gu An left the palm, he deliberately raised his fingertips and rubbed them: "Professor, you know that we study economics, and applied statistics cannot be avoided, but, alas, when it comes to this course, I really have a headache."

Lying - Chinese people can learn everything badly in foreign universities, except mathematics.Of course, Gu An lied with sincerity, including his slightly raised hand on one side of the temple, including his sad little eyes, and his fringed bangs.

The professor had just returned from an academic conference, and his enthusiasm for academics was at a high level, so he responded enthusiastically: "Although I am not a professional researcher in statistics, if you have any questions, just ask me, and I will see if I can help you."

Gu An felt that he had already succeeded in half: "Okay, professor, do you mind if I write a question?"

Before the professor could answer, Gu An lifted up the collar of the suit by himself, slowly slid his fingers into the shirt pocket inside, and took out a pen—of course he had prepared it before boarding the plane. Then I took a piece of paper in the basket behind the plane seat and started to write and draw.

"On this question, I can't figure it out." This is a question about finding the extreme value of a linear regression simplex in applied economics.Relying on Gu An's ingenuity, he changed the title of the question a long time ago and made the answer into a connotative number - 419 (foronenight) 69 (type 69).If the professor is also an insider, it is impossible not to understand his hint.

The professor stared at the paper for a while, and suddenly smiled. He took out a business card from the windbreaker pocket, imitated what Gu An had just done, and stuck his fingers in to the collar of his suit, and slid it onto his. He quietly stuffed his business card into his shirt pocket.

"This question is a bit difficult, and I really can't understand it for a while." It's a lie, Gu An can calculate the question at a glance, and the professor can calculate it with his toes. "However," the professor continued, "let me go back and study it carefully. This is my business card. When you return to school, if you still want to know the answer, you can call me."

--success!Gu An thanked himself in his heart for having a good appearance, it was like wind and rain in the party, except for Bian Yi of course.

For the rest of the journey, Gu An elegantly wore a blindfold and pretended to be asleep.He still understands the game of playing hard to get, and since the professor plays this trick with him, he should not appear too impatient to be looked down upon.

All the way without words.After getting off the plane, Gu An went back to the small apartment he rented.This apartment has two bedrooms and one bathroom. It is fully equipped with bedding and stove. It is about half an hour by bike from the main campus, which is very convenient.

It was his own intention to come to the United States to study. His father's original intention was to let him hang on to a diploma in China and take over the family business early so that he would have less to worry about.So Gu An tried his best not to waste the family's money if he had nothing to do. For example, he was quite satisfied with this apartment, so he didn't think about changing it to a bigger one.

On the plane just now, he thought of Bian Yi's family again in a trance, and of course there was a little curiosity about Coco's life experience that he didn't want to admit.

"Farachino", the Italian name... Italy!Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.No way, could it really be him... What Gu An remembered was the art museum that Bian Yan invited him to visit when they first met——the Zianini Art Museum, which happened to be funded by a powerful Italian family. donated.It is said that the Zianini family has businesses all over the United States, especially in City K in State M.Looking back now, it is true that Ji is so interested in oriental paintings as the sponsor of that art gallery.

This is all right!But now just a guess is not enough to confirm, so Gu An sent an email to his father's assistant, asking if his father had heard of the name Zianini family in his cooperation with the Americans, And whether they have a young master named Farachino Zianini, or a half-Italian.

Due to the time difference, it will take some time to wait for the reply to the email. Gu An lay on the bed and waited, gradually getting a little sleepy.