Laid-off guide is a cat wife

Passing through the densely packed seats, Xue lowered himself to the center of the trapezoidal lecture hall, and stepped onto the podium under the eyes of everyone.

The host didn't respond: "Uh... may I ask which professor you helped to accept the award?"

Xue Fang smiled brightly: "I'm here to receive the Lifetime Honor Award."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar. Most people didn't understand why, and a small number of people thought it was a halfway comedy program arranged by the venue.

Only standing on the podium can be seen clearly, He Wei's face has changed color slightly.

"Host, hurry him down!" Elder He's students were excited and resolutely stopped the academic hooligans from making trouble.

Seeing that the security guards were approaching the central platform eagerly, Xue Fang stepped in front of the console, his fingers fluttered, and he connected his terminal to the optical computer of the conference, and the interface was immediately projected on the small screens of all seats.

He took the host's microphone, unhurriedly: "Thanks to academician He Wei and his team for sorting out the materials, this "White Paper on Semitic and Floating Metropolitan Population Language" is a first-class work with a large volume and detailed content. There are only two little spots of perfection—”

The people in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay and listened with doubts.

"First, I forgot to write me as the first author. Second, 80% of the contents are conjectures, which have not yet been confirmed, including the vertical development genealogy of Semitic language mixing history, and a half-made corpus dictionary library."

There was a buzz of discussion in the audience, and all kinds of suspicious eyes were cast on He Wei.

To be honest, the Semitic tribe is a wandering tribe with a mixed language system, and its language family is a world-class problem.This language only has pronunciation, and there are no specific characters. No one has the guts to say that they can compile a dictionary for them.

In the field of humanities, related research is almost blank——

Why almost?Because only one person led the students to post sporadic small articles.

"Don't be bloody! This is the hard work of Mr. He and us for many years. When did it become yours?"

"Where's the security guard? Drag this troublemaker down!"

Xue Fang didn't say a word, and directly switched the interface, found a super-large file named [I don't want to do it anymore, tired. 4.0 modified version] from his cloud folder, and dragged it into the software together with Hewei's published works. Results in one second:

The coincidence rate is 70%.

By the standards of academic circles, it is frighteningly high.

But Hewei did not admit it, but laughed deeply, as if condemning the ignorance of the younger generation: "If you are a scholar who studies linguistics, you should know that the compilation of dictionaries requires the use of explanatory meta-language, and meta-language is Universal. A word means whatever it should mean. Check it out in a dictionary, are you insulting me?"

Xue Fang burst into a smile, which could be called kind: "Who said I was checking the weight?" He pressed his finger and switched to the bottom, "I was checking the error."

Everyone looked at it with their necks hooked, and immediately understood what he meant, took a breath, and looked at He Wei in shock.

"What's wrong!" He Wei pushed away the host and rushed to the screen. He was about to get angry, but suddenly he seemed to be choked, and he could only vent his anger, but could not make a sound.

It shows a number of phonetic and semantic errors in Hewei's "White Paper" version's attached dictionary. The most exaggerated thing is that Xue Fang's version 4.0 also marked the reason for the modification in detail, which is well-founded.

"My version 4.0 has 1000 more entries than yours, but in my opinion, it is still a semi-finished product, and there is no way to show it to people, let alone publish it as a book and win an award."

Xue Fang's smile showed sarcasm, "I don't know how Academician He stole my things through the annual review. Maybe you think I haven't shown up for many years and don't care at all. You want to take the risk before retirement and use half of what I made. I don’t care about it before, but it’s a pity that your hand is too long today, I don’t like it, so I have to fix it for you.”

He Wei's face was red, his life's honor was ruined once, his eyelids rolled, his blood pressure soared, and he pouted on the stage.

His students were in a hurry, shouting loudly to come up to help him.Xue Fang kindly stood aside to make room for them, and said to the host by the way:

"By the way, how much is my bonus, can it be cashed out immediately?"

The host trembled: "This... Even if the award is controversial, it needs to be re-evaluated by the awards committee..."

Xue Fang: "I'm not talking about the Lifetime Achievement Award. It won't be too late for me to get that thing in ten years. What I'm talking about is this—"

Before he finished speaking, the five-meter-high projection screen behind him flashed and jumped out of the terminal screen, displaying the official account of the interstellar academic community that everyone has.

The scholars in the audience were confused from the beginning, until they glanced at the upper right corner inadvertently——

The login name, heck, is:

Pysideljo.

A big guy, a giant, an academic giant, an industry leader who can catch up with others in the amount of publications in 50 years after appearing in 200 years, and can't even catch up with missiles. Countless bald scholars who stay up late at night fight to inspire their god-level idols, once in [-] years. , a talented scholar who can make an earthquake in the academic world with a tricky argument.

Winner of the Orson Human Contribution Award Special Award for three consecutive years!

Behind everyone's stiff faces, their hearts were roaring: Who would have thought that a full-level boss would pretend to be a novice trumpet to play at the venue! !Still so young! !

Host: "...... Please, please wait a moment, are you withdrawing the ten-year bonus in one go? In addition to the special prize, there are also first and second prizes."

Xue Fang: "Is it ten years? I don't really remember, let's take it all out."

Before leaving the venue, Professor Xue got his wish and received the payment [Interstellar currency: 800 million].

800 million is not enough to plug his debts.

Xue Fang silently watched his balance change from -5000 million to -4200 million, without a trace of joy in his heart.

That night, on a whim, he posted the "Semi-Semitic Phonetic Dictionary 6" which he had spent 4.0 years writing on his platform, and also marked: copyright open, free download.

His academic demeanor, which seems to be not for money, really moved the people in the circle.

In fact, what Professor Xue thought was: "Hey, even if you succeed in this way, you can continue to provide for the elderly without having to do anything."

This matter was known by Hu Shuo, and he used it to criticize him: "Is there something wrong with your brain? You have been struggling on the poverty line all year round, and you still give away the results of your work for free. If you don't want it, you don't want it?"

Life is not easy, Xue Fang sighed: "Oh, lazy, tired, I come to school to squat to provide for the elderly. Why are you so positive?"

"Then you still call yourself poor, poor, and ask me to borrow money to go whoring in a cat cafe! It's getting more and more useless, alas..." Hu Shuo hates iron and steel, "I'm not talking about you, the humanities department funding Less, less allowance, if you change direction, the 5000 million debt may have been paid off long ago.”

Xue Fang shook his fingers and smiled lightly: "Hey, don't say that. Studying languages ​​is also of great significance."

Hu Shuo was expressionless: "What's the point?"

"Think about it, what is a human being made of? Social relations and experience. Stripping away the essence, it is language communication and memory. It's just that you use language every day, and you don't feel its existence and importance, but for those who can't speak People say..."

Xue Fang suddenly thought of the killer.

If Xiaomi could talk...

"And then?" Hu Shuo asked out loud.

Xue Fang came back to his senses, and concluded with a smile: "In short, on the surface, it seems that it can't promote social progress, and it doesn't have such a significant role as medical physics, but it is the essence of human beings. If you abandon it, you will not be able to survive."

Hu Shuo was reluctantly persuaded by him, "As expected of a linguist's mouth."

after one day--

Back to work at the National Arcana University, a large aircraft flew over their heads.

It was dark in color and menacing. It sprayed white gas and rolled up a strong wind, which almost blew away the materials in Professor Xue's hands, and then landed arrogantly on the top of the principal's office building in the distance.

Xue Fang glanced over there, "What is that?"

Hu Shuo narrowed his eyes: "Look at the icon on the aircraft shell, it should be the deputy prime minister."

"? Stopped directly on top of the principal's old man, so arrogant?"

"Are you kidding me? That's the Deputy Prime Minister."

"Hmph, what is a deputy prime minister?" Professor Xue was very disdainful. "If I were the principal, I would make him come down and climb the stairs obediently."

"...Think about how to pay off this month's medical bills first.

"People should have dreams."

"Dreaming is faster."

And two days later, Xue Fang was unexpectedly hit by the position of principal.

When the National Arcana recruited people before, they didn't know that there was such a great god in the school. Just as the principal was about to retire, he successfully passed the burden to Xue Fang, and used the name of Pysideljo to gild the school.

Hu Shuo was surprised: "Why don't they know that you are a 'pervert?'"

Xue Fang rubbed his head and recalled one thing: "Oh, in order to prevent them from asking questions, I only wrote a doctorate in language history on my resume."

"...Being friends with you is really frustrating." The best friend of more than ten years silently hides in the corner and draws a circle.

Three days later, sitting in the spacious principal's boss chair, Xue Fangyun pinched a cat hair from his coat lightly, tapped his knuckles on the table, and commanded the treasurer grandly:

"Give me a six-month allowance first."

This time, he's going to rub the cat until his hands are numb, and he won't stop until his nerves twitch!