Again, on Monday, He Yu went to the next college with a shoulder bag and knocked on the door.
The teacher at the position closest to the door: "Please come in."
He Yu said politely, "Hello, I'm looking for Professor Xie."
"Xie Qing presents your student."
Xie Qingcheng came out of the office. To He Yu's surprise, he actually wore a pair of glasses today.
Xie Qingcheng was not myopic before.
"It's just right." Xie Qingcheng said simply, "Come in."
He Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances at him wearing glasses. He was very handsome, which made him a little less stern and bookish, and he didn't look so annoying.
Unfortunately, as soon as Xie Qingcheng spoke, He Yu did not appreciate it: "I want you to use these materials to make a few courseware PPT, and there are also some documents to be converted into electronic There are a lot of medical data in it. I am not at ease with the accuracy of the software. It is easy to make mistakes when converting pictures to text. After you type it, check it several times, understand?"
He Yu looked at the tomes of medical books on his desk, almost all of them could be used as a murder tool to smash people to death.
"Professor Xie, do you know that technology can liberate mankind."
Xie Qingcheng smashed a copy of "Pu Xin" and a copy of "Social Heart" in front of him, the desk vibrated and the computer screen trembled.
"But I also know that humans shouldn't rely too much on technology. Let's work, start with what I've drawn in red in these two books."
He Yu looked at the two thick brick books, and there was a lot of annotation paper in them, which made the books almost twice as thick. He tried his best to maintain good self-restraint, after all, he was sitting in Xie Qingcheng's office, and several professors in the same room had not left. So he whispered to Xie Qingcheng:
"Did you want my life?"
"No. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Xie Qingcheng stood next to him with coffee and took a sip.
He Yu: "…"
"I'm not very demanding. You do it carefully." Xie Qingcheng left a sentence, threw a can of Red Bull to He Yu, and then turned around and went about his own business.
He Yu narrowed his almond eyes slightly.
He turned on Xie Qingcheng's computer, moved the cursor to the word and paused, there was a haze behind the long eyelashes.
"Let me see..."
A man in his thirties like Xie Qingcheng usually has some content that is not quite on the table in his personal computer or mobile phone. But in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will consciously set passwords on their mobile phones or computers, set up hidden folders, and never borrow them.
But Xie Qing didn't care.
What he put in the office for He Yu was his own personal computer. He Yu is a top hacker, so he searched the folder with a dark mind to find Xie Qingcheng's handle. He thought he could find at least one or two small movies, but he drank a can of Red Bull, and still nothing.
He Yu didn't quite believe it, so he changed the code and searched again, but the result was still the same.
Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was clean and frank. Except for academic materials, it was salary statement, so innocent that it could almost be called abnormal.
This time, I found a folder that Xie Qingcheng often used during off-duty hours. The name of the life is also questionable, it is called "Happy".
With Xie Qingcheng's straight male personality, the naming of his folders is generally simple, and he will change the names of important documents to "Courseware No. 1", "Courseware No. 2", not important It is simply the default name of the system, and even moving a finger to fix a topic is too lazy to fix it, and the "New Folder" has already been ranked No. 23.
So as soon as this "Happy" folder, which did not quite fit Xie Qingcheng's style of painting, came out, He Yu's eyes lit up immediately, his spirit also came, his back was straight, and he was engrossed in it. Staring at the screen, I moved the mouse to the light yellow clip and tapped it twice.
The folder is opened.
He Yu took a quick glance, his expression instantly changed to calm, then frowned, feeling that Xie Qing was inexplicable.
In the folder named "Happy", there are only a few pictures of peach blossom jellyfish.
In addition, there are a few videos. He opened it and watched it. It was nothing more than the videos of water elves from all over the world, from the sea-moon jellyfish to the rocket jellyfish. One of the videos was more than an hour long, and he dragged the progress bar several times, but it was actually all the videos of these water elves.
“…”
So Xie Qingcheng's happiness is to watch these videos of water elves?
Turn off the video and exit.
Although not very reconciled, He Yu held his cheeks and changed several modes to investigate, and found that Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was like snow, a white and flawless world. He tossed the mouse and gave up—
As long as he is a normal man, he will never have a little desire or no desire...
While playing with the empty cans, she thought deeply.
His eyes turned to the computer screen again, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng was too cold, and he must have a cold personality.
Since the other party is frigid, you can only change the way.
He Yu then gave up the plan to find the reed in Xie Qingcheng's computer, and turned the tip of his tongue softly against his gums, and his ecstatic eyes converged back to the cage—
He has another idea.
Next day.
Xie Qingcheng's big class was in the afternoon, just when He Yu was free, and he arranged the courseware into an electronic version for Xie Qingcheng, so he simply came to the Medical University and sat in the multimedia The last row of the classroom rubs the class.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want him to come: "You are a editor and a director, and you are here to **** on psychiatry."
He Yu said gently: "Brother, I am mentally ill."
“…”
"Besides, I made your ppt last night. If there is any problem, I can also solve it on the spot, you say."
Xie Qingcheng thought about it and thought it was right, so he let him go.
As soon as He Yu entered the classroom, Xie Qingcheng regretted it a little - he forgot that He Yu had talked to some of the female classmates on the list before, and those who took psychiatry as an elective The girl, obviously, widened her eyes when she saw He Yu walking in, and immediately showed a rare nympho-like smile.
"Handsome guy, why are you here?"
He Yu waved to her, but gave her a silent gesture, pointing to Xie Qingcheng on the podium.
The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded slightly: "Oh oh oh!" Then she turned her head with great cooperation and looked at the podium seriously to prepare for the lecture.
He Yu sat in the last row of the classroom by the window, threw the one-shouldered schoolbag, leaned back with his arms folded, took off the headset he was wearing all the way, and looked at Xie Qingcheng.
It's a pity that Xie Qingcheng's scorn was given to his polite appearance.
Xie Qing put the teacher on the table indifferently, turned his eyes from He Yu, and said with a sullen face: "What are you looking at him? Have you ever seen someone from the next school come to take a class?"
Under the pressure of Professor Xie, the students did not dare to say much, but their eyes exchanged secretly.
I haven't seen it.
Unless it's a cross-campus romance in an idol drama.
The female classmates, especially the female classmates who had been in contact with He Yu before, after realizing this, they all began to think about it. I had already thought about being born in the hospital, and adjusted the sitting postures beautifully one by one. I hope this handsome guy can look at him in the last row.
And this scene undoubtedly caught the eyes of Xie Qingcheng who was standing on the podium.
A serious professor and a patient with apathy feel very disgusted by this, but he has a very fatherly personality and usually doesn't blame girls, he only thinks that He Yu is bad.
So Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu for several seconds.
Then said coldly:
"Open the book, let's go to class. Everyone in this class is not allowed to turn their heads back. Anyone whose neck can't be controlled and twisted back will be deducted from the total score at the end of the term. Measure it for yourself."
Students: “…”
He Yu, who was targeted, couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
Before, Xie Xue thought it was stupid to bully students in class, but now he knows where this stupidity comes from.
Dare to learn from Xie Qingcheng.
“…according to CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bipolar disorder, cyclothymic disorder, dysthymia…”
Xie Qingcheng first discussed with the students the after-school problems assigned yesterday. Although many college students dedicate their four years of youth to the simple wooden bed in the dormitory and live a life like a fairy, medical students are definitely not in this category. In fact, they may have to live at least five years of hard "high school" life.
It was just an ordinary homework, Xie Qingcheng got them right for half the class, which shows the amount of questions.
He Yu, a classmate, was also quiet, very conscious of being an uninvited person, sitting in the back corner with his arms folded and looking at Xie Qingcheng.
He found that although Xie Qing's attitude of threatening students was exactly the same as Xie Xue's, the way of teaching was completely different from Xie Xue's. Xie Xue tried his best to mobilize the atmosphere of the class and make his content as lively as possible, but Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the students in the entire classroom.
He stands tall and straight on the podium, but he doesn't seem to belong to this world. The reality has nothing to do with him. Entity, lingering behind him.
Obviously, he is a pure academic professor, he does not want to teach his students knowledge in a persuasive manner, nor does he intend to persuade them to learn. On the contrary, Xie Qingcheng is aloof. He seems to be an extradition person walking out of the temple of knowledge. His long fingertips are dyed with ink rhythm, and his thin lips are scented with books. From his concentration, self, Even the selfless expression between his eyebrows and eyes exuded a kind of extreme nobility.
He doesn't seem to care whether you learn or not, and he never cares whether you look at him or not, but his temperament on the podium itself is the most perfect interpretation of "knowledge".
He Yu almost suspected that he might open his mouth and say at any time: "The deity came down to the world to give alms to all the students, and all of you here should kneel down and thank God for grace."
The young man thought about it like this, looking at the indifferent man on the stage who was immersed in the medical world.
"Okay. Yesterday's topic is right here, let's raise your head and watch the projection courseware."
One sentence brought He Yu back to his senses.
He raised his eyes, the arm he had been holding on his chest loosened, his fingers interlaced, and he rested on the table, leaning forward slightly.
This is a gesture of anticipation.
He Yu should not have any expectations for Xie Qingcheng's class.
It's a pity that Professor Xie is used to being arrogant, and he is even more lazy to pay attention to He Yu, who has nothing to do with his class, and he doesn't see He Yu's suddenly tense expression.
He turned on the computer, connected the signal, debugged the projector, and moved the mouse to the PPT named "Courseware No. 1" made by He Yu under the collective attention of the students.
Double click.
The courseware is open.
Xie Qingcheng raised his head without looking at it: "Today we will talk about hallucinations, ontological hallucinations, true hallucinations, false hallucinations..."
After talking for a long time, he finally realized that something was wrong, but he didn't look back at the courseware, but frowned and asked that Brave boy: "What's wrong?"
This time I couldn't hold back my laughter, it wasn't just this boy.
"Professor Xie, your courseware..."
Xie Qingcheng realized that something was wrong and looked back.
Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and efforts to improve the school's hardware equipment, the newly replaced multimedia classroom projector is large and clear, and it projects the PPT page precisely—
A group of cute water elf babies made by computer graphics software, which look a bit like the Q version of the moon jellyfish.
This is still in GIF format, the water elf baby is doing a series of actions like "Baby is angry", "Baby passed out", "Baby don't play with you goodbye" .
The picture was too naive and naive, and the impact was extremely strong.
He Yu couldn't help but turn his face away, his shoulders shook slightly, and he half lowered his head and smiled.
Xie Qing looked back in anger, and saw the culprit hanging his eyelashes, leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, aware of his gaze, He Yu also raised his head, making no secret that he was falling The thin smile on the corner of his lips.
This kid…
Xie Qingcheng's eyes almost put He Yupin in the center of the seat.
's phone clicked a little.
The meaning is self-evident, it is to imply Xie Qingcheng to check his own information.
"..." Xie Qing had a very ugly expression on his face, and closed the PPT before returning to the podium, "The courseware is wrong, wait a moment."
Students rarely see Professor Xie making a mistake, and it is such a low-level mistake. If it were not for Xie Qingcheng's prestige, they would have laughed long ago. Everyone was trying their best to endure it, and it was very hard. How could they notice the turbulent undercurrent between the student from the school next door and their professor.
Xie Qingcheng took the opportunity to open his mobile phone with a dark face.
Sure enough, there was a message from He Yu two minutes ago:
"Do you want a real PPT?"
"What do you want."
The other party is typing...
Wait a while.
Still "The other party is typing..."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't help it anymore, he raised his head again and passed the students who were laughing, his eyes pierced at the young man who was slowly leaning on the back of the chair to type.
The young man seems to be deliberately grinding his pain points, prolonging the embarrassment of Professor Xie's social death, and he doesn't even look at him, only one slender finger stretches out and swipes on the screen A few times, enter a few words, delete it, enter it again, delete it again.
It seems that she is really thinking about the quid pro quo.
It's a pity that He Yu's brows were raised smugly because of his bad intentions, revealing his dark mood under the beast mask.
Just when Xie Qingcheng was about to be overwhelmed by him and was going to walk over to knock on his desk, the news finally came.
Xie Qingcheng immediately turned on his vibrated phone.
"You sold my clothes, do you remember?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"Transfer me 5000. I'll come up and debug the courseware for you."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"By the way, if you leave it alone, after ten minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and it is useless to force a shutdown. Professor, judge for yourself, maybe in a few minutes I'll raise the price again."
After the hacker finished typing, they put down the communication tool that the two of them used to send privately in full view.
He leaned back comfortably in the chair, one arm back, elbow resting on the back of the chair.
Then he raised his chin, clicked in the direction of the projector with an imperceptible degree to others, raised his other hand, tugged at his own collar at will, and presented to Xie Qing An innocent and dark smile appeared.
“…”
Xie Qing had a gloomy expression, staring at He Yu's eyes, slowly grabbed his mobile phone, opened Alipay to transfer money, gritted his teeth and typed 5000 in.
One second later.
He Yu's phone vibrated on the table.
He lowered his eyelids, covered his apricot eyes, and checked the 5,000 yuan received by Alipay.
He Yu got up, as expected of an actor who has acted in small and broken dramas, this person is no longer his initial acting skills, he pretended to care about Xie Qingcheng, and stepped onto the podium: "I'm sorry, Professor Xie, it seems that I made a mistake in the courseware when I backed up your sister's data to your computer yesterday. I'm so sorry."
To collect money for others to eliminate disasters, He Yu politely picked up the dignity of Professor Xie scattered on the ground, and then lowered his head and began to operate on Xie Qingcheng's notebook.
After a while, the PPT courseware that was really prepared was pulled out of the folder by him.
He Yu raised his hand, stepped aside respectfully and gracefully, and made room for Xie Qingcheng: "Professor, please."
The courseware turmoil was quelled with the result that He Yu won again.
Only the second half of the class, Xie Qingcheng's complexion was more gloomy than the doomsday clouds, the mountains and the rain were about to come and the wind filled the building, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be mixed with ice slag.
But obviously this assumption does not hold, so he smiled, and the ruffian that others could not see at all, took the eye knife without pulling it all.
"...Today's class is here." Xie Qingcheng finally ended the **** ppt teaching five minutes before the class ended. I have to say that nothing happened later, which made his My heart finally relaxed.
"I will send this assignment to the intranet below, remember to download it."
Professor Xie, who was relieved, closed the courseware, opened the browser, entered the campus website, and pressed Enter.
After a few seconds...
At the same time, a pop-up window was also strongly magnified by the projector, and a scantily clad woman was scratching her head at all the students whose glasses were shattered outside the screen.
All the students were silent.
Xie Qing looked back suddenly.
He Yu: "..."
An injustice through the ages.
It's not him this time...
Again, on Monday, He Yu went to the next college with a shoulder bag and knocked on the door.
The teacher at the position closest to the door: "Please come in."
He Yu said politely, "Hello, I'm looking for Professor Xie."
"Xie Qing presents your student."
Xie Qingcheng came out of the office. To He Yu's surprise, he actually wore a pair of glasses today.
Xie Qingcheng was not myopic before.
"It's just right." Xie Qingcheng said simply, "Come in."
He Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances at him wearing glasses. He was very handsome, which made him a little less stern and bookish, and he didn't look so annoying.
Unfortunately, as soon as Xie Qingcheng spoke, He Yu did not appreciate it: "I want you to use these materials to make a few courseware PPT, and there are also some documents to be converted into electronic There are a lot of medical data in it. I am not at ease with the accuracy of the software. It is easy to make mistakes when converting pictures to text. After you type it, check it several times, understand?"
He Yu looked at the tomes of medical books on his desk, almost all of them could be used as a murder tool to smash people to death.
"Professor Xie, do you know that technology can liberate mankind."
Xie Qingcheng smashed a copy of "Pu Xin" and a copy of "Social Heart" in front of him, the desk vibrated and the computer screen trembled.
"But I also know that humans shouldn't rely too much on technology. Let's work, start with what I've drawn in red in these two books."
He Yu looked at the two thick brick books, and there was a lot of annotation paper in them, which made the books almost twice as thick. He tried his best to maintain good self-restraint, after all, he was sitting in Xie Qingcheng's office, and several professors in the same room had not left. So he whispered to Xie Qingcheng:
"Did you want my life?"
"No. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Xie Qingcheng stood next to him with coffee and took a sip.
He Yu: "…"
"I'm not very demanding. You do it carefully." Xie Qingcheng left a sentence, threw a can of Red Bull to He Yu, and then turned around and went about his own business.
He Yu narrowed his almond eyes slightly.
He turned on Xie Qingcheng's computer, moved the cursor to the word and paused, there was a haze behind the long eyelashes.
"Let me see..."
A man in his thirties like Xie Qingcheng usually has some content that is not quite on the table in his personal computer or mobile phone. But in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will consciously set passwords on their mobile phones or computers, set up hidden folders, and never borrow them.
But Xie Qing didn't care.
What he put in the office for He Yu was his own personal computer. He Yu is a top hacker, so he searched the folder with a dark mind to find Xie Qingcheng's handle. He thought he could find at least one or two small movies, but he drank a can of Red Bull, and still nothing.
He Yu didn't quite believe it, so he changed the code and searched again, but the result was still the same.
Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was clean and frank. Except for academic materials, it was salary statement, so innocent that it could almost be called abnormal.
This time, I found a folder that Xie Qingcheng often used during off-duty hours. The name of the life is also questionable, it is called "Happy".
With Xie Qingcheng's straight male personality, the naming of his folders is generally simple, and he will change the names of important documents to "Courseware No. 1", "Courseware No. 2", not important It is simply the default name of the system, and even moving a finger to fix a topic is too lazy to fix it, and the "New Folder" has already been ranked No. 23.
So as soon as this "Happy" folder, which did not quite fit Xie Qingcheng's style of painting, came out, He Yu's eyes lit up immediately, his spirit also came, his back was straight, and he was engrossed in it. Staring at the screen, I moved the mouse to the light yellow clip and tapped it twice.
The folder is opened.
He Yu took a quick glance, his expression instantly changed to calm, then frowned, feeling that Xie Qing was inexplicable.
In the folder named "Happy", there are only a few pictures of peach blossom jellyfish.
In addition, there are a few videos. He opened it and watched it. It was nothing more than the videos of water elves from all over the world, from the sea-moon jellyfish to the rocket jellyfish. One of the videos was more than an hour long, and he dragged the progress bar several times, but it was actually all the videos of these water elves.
“…”
So Xie Qingcheng's happiness is to watch these videos of water elves?
Turn off the video and exit.
Although not very reconciled, He Yu held his cheeks and changed several modes to investigate, and found that Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was like snow, a white and flawless world. He tossed the mouse and gave up—
As long as he is a normal man, he will never have a little desire or no desire...
While playing with the empty cans, she thought deeply.
His eyes turned to the computer screen again, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng was too cold, and he must have a cold personality.
Since the other party is frigid, you can only change the way.
He Yu then gave up the plan to find the reed in Xie Qingcheng's computer, and turned the tip of his tongue softly against his gums, and his ecstatic eyes converged back to the cage—
He has another idea.
Next day.
Xie Qingcheng's big class was in the afternoon, just when He Yu was free, and he arranged the courseware into an electronic version for Xie Qingcheng, so he simply came to the Medical University and sat in the multimedia The last row of the classroom rubs the class.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want him to come: "You are a editor and a director, and you are here to **** on psychiatry."
He Yu said gently: "Brother, I am mentally ill."
“…”
"Besides, I made your ppt last night. If there is any problem, I can also solve it on the spot, you say."
Xie Qingcheng thought about it and thought it was right, so he let him go.
As soon as He Yu entered the classroom, Xie Qingcheng regretted it a little - he forgot that He Yu had talked to some of the female classmates on the list before, and those who took psychiatry as an elective The girl, obviously, widened her eyes when she saw He Yu walking in, and immediately showed a rare nympho-like smile.
"Handsome guy, why are you here?"
He Yu waved to her, but gave her a silent gesture, pointing to Xie Qingcheng on the podium.
The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded slightly: "Oh oh oh!" Then she turned her head with great cooperation and looked at the podium seriously to prepare for the lecture.
He Yu sat in the last row of the classroom by the window, threw the one-shouldered schoolbag, leaned back with his arms folded, took off the headset he was wearing all the way, and looked at Xie Qingcheng.
It's a pity that Xie Qingcheng's scorn was given to his polite appearance.
Xie Qing put the teacher on the table indifferently, turned his eyes from He Yu, and said with a sullen face: "What are you looking at him? Have you ever seen someone from the next school come to take a class?"
Under the pressure of Professor Xie, the students did not dare to say much, but their eyes exchanged secretly.
I haven't seen it.
Unless it's a cross-campus romance in an idol drama.
The female classmates, especially the female classmates who had been in contact with He Yu before, after realizing this, they all began to think about it. I had already thought about being born in the hospital, and adjusted the sitting postures beautifully one by one. I hope this handsome guy can look at him in the last row.
And this scene undoubtedly caught the eyes of Xie Qingcheng who was standing on the podium.
A serious professor and a patient with apathy feel very disgusted by this, but he has a very fatherly personality and usually doesn't blame girls, he only thinks that He Yu is bad.
So Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu for several seconds.
Then said coldly:
"Open the book, let's go to class. Everyone in this class is not allowed to turn their heads back. Anyone whose neck can't be controlled and twisted back will be deducted from the total score at the end of the term. Measure it for yourself."
Students: “…”
He Yu, who was targeted, couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
Before, Xie Xue thought it was stupid to bully students in class, but now he knows where this stupidity comes from.
Dare to learn from Xie Qingcheng.
“…according to CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bipolar disorder, cyclothymic disorder, dysthymia…”
Xie Qingcheng first discussed with the students the after-school problems assigned yesterday. Although many college students dedicate their four years of youth to the simple wooden bed in the dormitory and live a life like a fairy, medical students are definitely not in this category. In fact, they may have to live at least five years of hard "high school" life.
It was just an ordinary homework, Xie Qingcheng got them right for half the class, which shows the amount of questions.
He Yu, a classmate, was also quiet, very conscious of being an uninvited person, sitting in the back corner with his arms folded and looking at Xie Qingcheng.
He found that although Xie Qing's attitude of threatening students was exactly the same as Xie Xue's, the way of teaching was completely different from Xie Xue's. Xie Xue tried his best to mobilize the atmosphere of the class and make his content as lively as possible, but Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the students in the entire classroom.
He stands tall and straight on the podium, but he doesn't seem to belong to this world. The reality has nothing to do with him. Entity, lingering behind him.
Obviously, he is a pure academic professor, he does not want to teach his students knowledge in a persuasive manner, nor does he intend to persuade them to learn. On the contrary, Xie Qingcheng is aloof. He seems to be an extradition person walking out of the temple of knowledge. His long fingertips are dyed with ink rhythm, and his thin lips are scented with books. From his concentration, self, Even the selfless expression between his eyebrows and eyes exuded a kind of extreme nobility.
He doesn't seem to care whether you learn or not, and he never cares whether you look at him or not, but his temperament on the podium itself is the most perfect interpretation of "knowledge".
He Yu almost suspected that he might open his mouth and say at any time: "The deity came down to the world to give alms to all the students, and all of you here should kneel down and thank God for grace."
The young man thought about it like this, looking at the indifferent man on the stage who was immersed in the medical world.
"Okay. Yesterday's topic is right here, let's raise your head and watch the projection courseware."
One sentence brought He Yu back to his senses.
He raised his eyes, the arm he had been holding on his chest loosened, his fingers interlaced, and he rested on the table, leaning forward slightly.
This is a gesture of anticipation.
He Yu should not have any expectations for Xie Qingcheng's class.
It's a pity that Professor Xie is used to being arrogant, and he is even more lazy to pay attention to He Yu, who has nothing to do with his class, and he doesn't see He Yu's suddenly tense expression.
He turned on the computer, connected the signal, debugged the projector, and moved the mouse to the PPT named "Courseware No. 1" made by He Yu under the collective attention of the students.
Double click.
The courseware is open.
Xie Qingcheng raised his head without looking at it: "Today we will talk about hallucinations, ontological hallucinations, true hallucinations, false hallucinations..."
After talking for a long time, he finally realized that something was wrong, but he didn't look back at the courseware, but frowned and asked that Brave boy: "What's wrong?"
This time I couldn't hold back my laughter, it wasn't just this boy.
"Professor Xie, your courseware..."
Xie Qingcheng realized that something was wrong and looked back.
Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and efforts to improve the school's hardware equipment, the newly replaced multimedia classroom projector is large and clear, and it projects the PPT page precisely—
A group of cute water elf babies made by computer graphics software, which look a bit like the Q version of the moon jellyfish.
This is still in GIF format, the water elf baby is doing a series of actions like "Baby is angry", "Baby passed out", "Baby don't play with you goodbye" .
The picture was too naive and naive, and the impact was extremely strong.
He Yu couldn't help but turn his face away, his shoulders shook slightly, and he half lowered his head and smiled.
Xie Qing looked back in anger, and saw the culprit hanging his eyelashes, leaning leisurely on the back of the chair, aware of his gaze, He Yu also raised his head, making no secret that he was falling The thin smile on the corner of his lips.
This kid…
Xie Qingcheng's eyes almost put He Yupin in the center of the seat.
's phone clicked a little.
The meaning is self-evident, it is to imply Xie Qingcheng to check his own information.
"..." Xie Qing had a very ugly expression on his face, and closed the PPT before returning to the podium, "The courseware is wrong, wait a moment."
Students rarely see Professor Xie making a mistake, and it is such a low-level mistake. If it were not for Xie Qingcheng's prestige, they would have laughed long ago. Everyone was trying their best to endure it, and it was very hard. How could they notice the turbulent undercurrent between the student from the school next door and their professor.
Xie Qingcheng took the opportunity to open his mobile phone with a dark face.
Sure enough, there was a message from He Yu two minutes ago:
"Do you want a real PPT?"
"What do you want."
The other party is typing...
Wait a while.
Still "The other party is typing..."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't help it anymore, he raised his head again and passed the students who were laughing, his eyes pierced at the young man who was slowly leaning on the back of the chair to type.
The young man seems to be deliberately grinding his pain points, prolonging the embarrassment of Professor Xie's social death, and he doesn't even look at him, only one slender finger stretches out and swipes on the screen A few times, enter a few words, delete it, enter it again, delete it again.
It seems that she is really thinking about the quid pro quo.
It's a pity that He Yu's brows were raised smugly because of his bad intentions, revealing his dark mood under the beast mask.
Just when Xie Qingcheng was about to be overwhelmed by him and was going to walk over to knock on his desk, the news finally came.
Xie Qingcheng immediately turned on his vibrated phone.
"You sold my clothes, do you remember?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"Transfer me 5000. I'll come up and debug the courseware for you."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"By the way, if you leave it alone, after ten minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and it is useless to force a shutdown. Professor, judge for yourself, maybe in a few minutes I'll raise the price again."
After the hacker finished typing, they put down the communication tool that the two of them used to send privately in full view.
He leaned back comfortably in the chair, one arm back, elbow resting on the back of the chair.
Then he raised his chin, clicked in the direction of the projector with an imperceptible degree to others, raised his other hand, tugged at his own collar at will, and presented to Xie Qing An innocent and dark smile appeared.
“…”
Xie Qing had a gloomy expression, staring at He Yu's eyes, slowly grabbed his mobile phone, opened Alipay to transfer money, gritted his teeth and typed 5000 in.
One second later.
He Yu's phone vibrated on the table.
He lowered his eyelids, covered his apricot eyes, and checked the 5,000 yuan received by Alipay.
He Yu got up, as expected of an actor who has acted in small and broken dramas, this person is no longer his initial acting skills, he pretended to care about Xie Qingcheng, and stepped onto the podium: "I'm sorry, Professor Xie, it seems that I made a mistake in the courseware when I backed up your sister's data to your computer yesterday. I'm so sorry."
To collect money for others to eliminate disasters, He Yu politely picked up the dignity of Professor Xie scattered on the ground, and then lowered his head and began to operate on Xie Qingcheng's notebook.
After a while, the PPT courseware that was really prepared was pulled out of the folder by him.
He Yu raised his hand, stepped aside respectfully and gracefully, and made room for Xie Qingcheng: "Professor, please."
The courseware turmoil was quelled with the result that He Yu won again.
Only the second half of the class, Xie Qingcheng's complexion was more gloomy than the doomsday clouds, the mountains and the rain were about to come and the wind filled the building, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be mixed with ice slag.
But obviously this assumption does not hold, so he smiled, and the ruffian that others could not see at all, took the eye knife without pulling it all.
"...Today's class is here." Xie Qingcheng finally ended the **** ppt teaching five minutes before the class ended. I have to say that nothing happened later, which made his My heart finally relaxed.
"I will send this assignment to the intranet below, remember to download it."
Professor Xie, who was relieved, closed the courseware, opened the browser, entered the campus website, and pressed Enter.
After a few seconds...
At the same time, a pop-up window was also strongly magnified by the projector, and a scantily clad woman was scratching her head at all the students whose glasses were shattered outside the screen.
All the students were silent.
Xie Qing looked back suddenly.
He Yu: "..."
An injustice through the ages.
It's not him this time...
