honey has fallen

The next morning, Yan Buxi woke up groggy, with a stuffy and sore head after a hangover, with his hands resting on his forehead and wrinkling his brows uncomfortably, before he even opened his eyes, he called Tang Yun in a low hoarse voice, but no one answered.Yan Buxi got up, stretched half of his eyelids and saw that the bedroom door was open—as long as Tang Yun was not in the room, the door was always open.

Yan Buxi looked up at his watch, it was exactly nine o'clock.Tang Yun has already gone to work.

Yan Buxi got up, kicked on the neatly placed slippers by the sofa, and walked towards the kitchen habitually. Sure enough, Tang Yun left porridge, pancakes and side dishes on the table. Yes, there is a box of medicine next to the bowl, and there is a post-it note on the medicine box, which says "Take the medicine after eating" in beautiful lowercase letters.

Yan Buxi grinned his dry lips, feeling the sweetness in his heart instantly. He opened the stool and sat down heavily. After taking two mouthfuls of porridge, he picked up the browned and crunchy pancakes. The phone rang, and Yan Buxi walked over with his slippers. When he saw the name flashing on the screen, his eyes stared at the boss. He hurriedly rubbed the oily hand holding the pancake on his body, and picked it up respectfully. edge feeling. "Hi, Professor."

"You still remember that I'm your professor!" A roar came from the phone. After all, the old man is old. With this sentence, the air passed through his throat and made a whirring sound, and then he started coughing. Even so, he still refused to let go . "Have we met since the beginning of school? Do you remember what I look like? Master Yan!"

Yan Buxi was uncomfortable listening to his angry words, and subconsciously nodded and bowed here. "Don't dare, don't be angry."

While comforting him, he rolled his eyelids and thought for a while, asking himself what the professor looked like, he really didn't remember, the last time we met...

I really can't remember when it was, but it wasn't this semester anyway.

"Within 10 minutes, get out of here to the office!"

"Hey, okay, don't..." Yan was hung up before he finished speaking.He looked back at the lock screen interface, curled his mouth in pain, and slowly kneaded a mess of grass into a bird's nest helplessly.

In the limited 10 minutes, he hurriedly stuffed the breakfast and medicine prepared by Tang Yun into his stomach, then grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.

Yan Buxi's professor is a 70-year-old man, an academic leader in the field of catalytic cracking of substances in the current chemical industry, and a well-known author with many books.I passed the retirement age early but was hired back by the school because of my strong major, but since then I have not taken students.

In the year when Yan Buxi entered school, the leader immediately fell in love with this seedling with unique roots of wisdom in the vast crowd, and immediately moved his heart to accept disciples.Yan Buxi was led away in a daze under the dramatic background of congratulations from the college teachers.In the chemistry research sub-project, Yan Buxi has no seniors or juniors after getting started, and there is no one in the master's school, no one can cooperate, and he can't follow the master to do high-end research in his freshman year.

For the sake of this old professor, he recruited three more people to form a team for him. At that time, the whole department rushed in for these three places. After all, after stepping out of the campus, I said that I am Professor Tang Wanlou. The student is better than holding a T. Letters of recommendation are honorable.This even had a small assessment at the time.

The professor didn't care about these things, he just looked at Yan Buxi, a straight-faced kid, who felt at ease, and his heart blossomed when he felt that he was very happy.

If Yan Buxi wants to engage in scientific research, the encounter between the two is definitely a story comparable to that of Huang Shigong and Zhang Liang.

However, Yan Buxi wants to do everything, but does not want to engage in scientific research.

In less than two days, he confirmed what it meant to be in Cao Ying and heart in Han.Cutting classes, fighting, hooking up with little girls, students in top universities live like street gangsters.The professor grieves his misfortune and angers him for not fighting. He repeatedly teaches and violates the precepts repeatedly, and in the end he is even about to have a heart attack.The old man is sad and regretful. This child has a brain that can contribute to chemistry, but he can't even get on the road. I really want to break his leg and lock him up in the laboratory, but the criminal law does not allow it.

Yan Buxi didn't even bother to change her clothes, and hurried to school.

The old professor sat in the office blowing his nose and staring. There were two stacks of experimental data on the table. The one on the left was obviously thicker than the one on the right.Yan Buxi entered the door and saw the posture of provoking the teacher to ask the crime, and caught a glimpse of the data divided into two piles.

"Hmph." The professor leaned back in the chair, and snorted coldly when he saw his messy head, his face that was not doing business properly became more and more annoying the more he looked at it. "You guys are really capable, ah~"

Yan Buxi rubbed her hands behind her back twice, and stepped forward bravely. "My fault was my idea. I couldn't finish the calculation, so I found someone."

Wu Fei in the corner frowned and winked at him, but Yan Buxi didn't understand him before he was stared back by the professor.The old professor is full of high-end academic atmosphere that has been accumulated over the years. Even if you sit here with a blank face, you feel that Mount Tai is overwhelming, let alone staring at you. .

"Your idea?" The professor nodded to the thickest stack on the table. "Tell me, why did he help you?" When the old professor saw the handwriting at first, he thought he had read it wrong, but even the logical order and calculation habits were not bad.Furious and confused at the same time.That child was upright and self-disciplined since he was a child, and his attitude towards academics was rigorous and meticulous. When he saw this group of monkey cubs stealing, raping, and slipping, he could only say that he should be punished.

Help cheat?This is as contrary to nature as Yan Buxi's sudden announcement that he wants the prodigal son back.

Yan Buxi felt that this question was a bit inexplicable, do you need a reason to help others?

"It's nothing." While discussing, he sneaked a glance at Wu Fei, hoping to give some hints. After all, Wu Fei was the one who was looking for him.However, Wu Fei's liver faltered after being stared at, and he shrank there and buried himself like a quail.Seeing that there was no hope, he gritted his molars indisputably, and began to guess wildly with his hangover brain. Based on the experience of knowing Wu Fei for many years, this pickpocket would definitely not spend money to hire him. people.

Is that favor?This pickpocket usually has no other social activities besides playing games?

Girlfriend's boyfriend?He is single.

It is said that if you are a senior, you must exclude your classmates.

……

After a pass analysis, he was even curious about whether he was happy or not, where did Wu Fei find such a master with great abilities.

Under the gaze of the professor who was gradually losing patience, Yan Buxi tapped his temples with his fingertips, and mumbled, "Probably... because I am good-looking." Over the years, under the beating of his own father, Yan Buxi gradually grew up. It has become a bad habit. The stronger the wind, the more waves I get, and the more severe the situation, the more oily his mouth becomes.

Those who know Yan Buxi can tell that what he said is a hooligan. "Puff!" Quail Wu Fei hurriedly covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud, but his shoulders were still trembling, like an alpaca suffering from epilepsy.

Admiration, admiration, it really is that ignorant people are fearless, and anyone dares to tease.

The professor's face was serious, but his provocative gaze was mixed with searching. The old professor, who was influenced by multiculturalism, seemed to be considering the truth of what he said, and scanned his face inch by inch.

Finally came to a conclusion - with an ignorant face, whoever looks at it is upset.

Yan Buxi twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, and complained about this meticulously. "Professor, are you going to give me a blind date?"

When the blind date was mentioned, the old professor hissed, as if he suddenly remembered something, slapped his thigh, and cursed suddenly: "You son of a bitch, don't worry." He pushed the two piles of data on the table together Pushing forward, pointing his finger in the air angrily: "Take it back, recalculate, send it over on Sunday, if you dare to find someone to help you, I will clean up you all!"

"Okay." Yan Buxi hurriedly hugged the data, and winked at Anxi's research team, and the four of them got out after the disaster.

The professor glanced sideways at these lively young people who fled and ran out of the door, wrinkles slowly piled up at the corners of their eyes, showing a loving expression. "Little bunny."

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number and went out.

Tang Yun was walking on the way home, when cars whizzed by on the road and merged into the endless stream of cars, his cell phone rang amidst the noise, and he leaned back to the side again, without stopping.

"Hey, Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The author says:

hhhhhhh, surprise or not!Xiaoyan: Hmph!You embarrass me, be careful that I go home and bully your grandson.