[Rebirth] One more blizzard and two worlds

After seeing the samples taken by Yu Xiao and his team, He Yan turned the chair under his buttocks around, and then nodded to Yu Xiao with a satisfied face: "The kids in your group looked naughty, and they acted like crazy. Really reliable."

Yu Xiao thought, Zhang Qing was the only one who was younger than him in their group, so when He Yan said "kids", he was really in a delicate mood.He tried his best to put on a sincere smile with the words "it is our honor to be recognized by Director He", although the upward curve of his mouth was so shallow that He Yan couldn't think that he was smiling.

"You... Botox extraocular muscle injection?" He Yan asked tentatively.

Yu Xiao knew that He Yan was euphemistically saying that his face was paralyzed, so he got used to it after hearing too many bad jokes from this person.Yu Xiao shook his head, and replied, "I don't need face-lifting injections."

"Just kidding, kidding."

He Yan rested his chin and looked at this diamond-to-be man who was very attractive to women but was still single, and couldn't help but wonder if his words were alluding to Director He's face.

In recent years, the work efficiency of young people under him has been getting higher and higher. It is understandable that his program director has a big heart and a fat body.

After a few seconds of mental activity, he decided to turn the topic in a more serious direction: "Can you catch up with the recent work progress?"

"The film I made with the second group is currently being edited, and the effect should be good. The finished product will be handed over to the program department in two or three days."

"The team of the news department led by team leader Yu really deserves the banner of the best working team in 07. Tell the team members that this month's bonus can also be expected." He Yan narrowed his eyes happily, but the next sentence As soon as it came out, the topic started to go off track again, "Hey, I see that female editor in your group has always cared about you, you said..."

Just like Zhang Qing's outbursts, Director He's habit of not getting to the point after three sentences is also well-known in the news department.

He Yan is really what he said, people are as their name suggests, so why bother to say more.

Yu Xiao suddenly felt that it was mostly because the program director was too gossip and took the lead in making the atmosphere of the news department look like that of the art department, so the news department office deserved the sun.Although he didn't think about any direct or indirect connection between the two.

Yu Xiao didn't listen to the second half of He Yan's sentence.After He Yan finished speaking, he scribbled a sentence: "Only by caring for each other can the work be done well, right?"

He Yan stared at Yu Xiao's long and narrow eyes, but no matter how long he stared, he could only read the sentence "Refused to disclose any information other than work to you".He couldn't help but lament that team leader Yu is too deep to gossip.He decided to put the matter aside for now and get to the heart of the conversation.

He handed Yu Xiao a piece of paper, and then explained the next work.

"There will be a special report on the Normal University the day after tomorrow. You can take your group to shoot. The theme is 'Normal University's historical accumulation and humanistic feelings'. The specific requirements are here, and you can grasp it well."

"Campus special?" Yu Xiao took the paper, "Understood, I'll let them prepare it when I get back."

Yu Xiao walked out of He Yan's office, walked in the corridor and looked at the job requirements, and suddenly remembered that the person who lived in the opposite room seemed to be a university teacher.

As long as Gu Tingyun stands on the podium, students will realize more deeply every day that his gentle appearance hides a very aggressive heart.

The students in Class [-] all understand that they can't doze off in Teacher Gu's class. Dozing off will make Teacher Gu explode, and they will cry in the end.But there are some students who prefer to hit the muzzle of the gun.

"The third row is the second from the left. In the high school biology class, the teacher asked about the breathing characteristics of crucian carp. Was it you who answered 'difficulty breathing'? Hey, the posture is adjusted quickly. Don't have to stand up. This is not a high school classroom. I’m not in a biology class either. But since you’ve already stood up, I can’t let you stand in vain, right? We talked about Wei and Jin literature in this class, but I guess you didn’t listen carefully. I don’t care if you listened or not. Come and listen to me recite "Poetry of Sadness and Anger No. [-]", if you can't recite it completely, I will invite you to bring fruit for lunch today."

The students who were spotted by Gu Tingyun stood and sat for a while, like a spring.With a bitter face, he looked at the PPT on the big screen, and then at Gu Tingyun, feeling that his credits were being taken away by Gu Tingyun's sharp eyes every minute, and he wanted to cry without tears.

"Sit down when you're not sleepy." Gu Tingyun tapped the podium with the electronic pointer, and faced the whole class, "I told you as soon as school started, you can't figure out a person's temper just by looking at his appearance. "

A male student sitting in the first row immediately spoke up: "Teacher, I suggest that you wear sunglasses to class next time. The pointer can't satisfy you anymore, so bring a leather whip."

Gu Tingyun half-closed his eyes and stared at him: "This classmate said it well. As a full affirmation of you, please submit a review tomorrow. There is no word limit, and free expression is allowed."

The male student's scalp was a little numb from Gu Tingyun's observation, but who told him that gagging was his first hobby since he was a child, so he couldn't hold back a sentence and slipped out of his mouth: "Teacher, teacher, my literary talent for writing reviews is not as good as it is. Half of writing a love letter, see if I can replace it with a love letter..."

Gu Tingyun looked him up and down carefully, and finally nodded as if he had realized something: "My surname is Zhang, right? I have a black frame, and I wrote it down. You can do it if you want, and I will hug him." I read it with an appreciative attitude, but I don't want to find keywords like 'leather whip' in the article, I suggest you mark similar words as well. Up, get out of class."

The next day, what Gu Tingyun received was a piece of A4 paper filled with highlighters of various colors.He didn't express his opinion immediately, but read the whole paper from beginning to end, and then upside down.

"Teacher, according to your request, I have... all coded." Bancuntou looked up at Gu Tingyun tremblingly.

Gu Tingyun pushed his glasses: "I probably understand what you mean. However, classmate Bancunzhang, you need to use small fresh floral letter paper to write love letters. After chasing girls for so many years, don't you even have this experience? No wonder the Normal University The ratio of male to female in the Faculty of Arts is 1:9 and you haven’t found a girlfriend.” Gu Tingyun rolled up the colorful paper in his hand and threw it on the Bancuntou table, “Bad reviews return the goods. Okay, let’s start class, today we will talk about Tang poetry .During the Northern and Southern Dynasties..."

The way Mr. Gu started his lectures was generally in this way, which caught people off guard.

Of course, this was all during Gu Tingyun's first year of work.Not this first year, but the first year he had lived the last time.

Gu Tingyun often reflects on what he said when he first started working. Even he himself feels that even if he wants to establish prestige, he treats students too harshly.It’s okay for the speaker to think that there is no malice in what he said, but maybe the listener has a glass heart.

He had no experience of speaking in a gentle tone to a group of students, but this time he thought that he would have to improve his attitude somewhat in the future.

The school sports meeting of Normal University comes every year in late autumn. After receiving the notice at 10 o'clock, Gu Tingyun began to discuss with students about registration for the next class.

Today's college students are either reading books or using computers, or using computers or masturbating... Cough, the time for outdoor exercise is getting less and less, and correspondingly, their physical fitness is getting worse.When I was in middle school, a lot of boys rushed to participate in the 100-meter race. Now, no one raised their hand to sign up. The extremely uneven ratio of boys and girls in the class made these boys even willingly give up the best chance to be handsome.

Gu Tingyun looked at a row of boys one by one, ordered a few with stronger flesh to participate in the sprint, and then stood still in front of Bancuntou.

For the current Gu Tingyun, the first confrontation with this classmate is already a lifetime ago.

In fact, he quite liked this student whom he called "Ban Cun Zhang" and thought he was very clever.Seeing him, Gu Tingyun became playful.

"This classmate, what project do you apply for?"

Bancuntou is facing a big enemy: "Teacher, I can't run."

"Can't run? Be honest, what kind of event should you apply for? Otherwise, I will definitely report your name in the men's 3000-meter winter triathlon. Report for 800 meters?"

"Teacher, 800 is not enough!"

"The 400 lines?"

"400 is too short."

In the past, Gu Tingyun must have wanted to pick up a handful of chalk and throw it on his head.

But this time Gu Tingyun just stretched out his hand and patted his forehead: "Isn't it just 800?"

"800 can't do it!"

"Then tell yourself, what exactly do you want to report?"

"1000, 1000..."

He still feels that this kid is probably sick.Gu Tingyun pressed his temple, filled in the full name of Bancuntou on the registration form, and put it in front of the monitor.