Chapter 32: I'm so wronged

The teacher in the seat furthest from the door: "Please come in."

Yu He courteously: "Hello, I am looking for Professor Xie."

" Qingcheng Xie you student."

Qingcheng Xie came out of the office, and to Yu He's surprise, he was wearing glasses today.

Qingcheng Xie was not nearsighted before.

"Just in time." Qingcheng Xie simply said, "Come in."

Yu He couldn't help but look at him a few more times wearing glasses, quite handsome, so that his harshness is less a few points, heavy bookishness, looks less annoying.

Unfortunately, once Qingcheng Xie opened his mouth, it was another attitude that Yu He didn't appreciate: "I want you to use these materials to make some classroom PPTs, and there are some files here to be converted into electronic versions. There are a lot of medical data in it, I am not sure about the accuracy of the software, and it is easy to make mistakes when converting images to text, so you should check it several times after you finish typing it by hand, got it?"

Yu He looked at a large medical book on his desk, almost all of which could be taken out and used as a killing tool to kill people.

"Professor Xie, do you know that technology can liberate human beings."

Qingcheng Xie slammed a copy of Pushen and a copy of Sheshin in front of him, and the desk shook and the computer screen trembled.

"But I also know that humans shouldn't rely too much on technology. Get to work, starting with what I have red penciled out in these two books."

Yu He looked at the two thick brick books with many annotated papers inside, which had almost doubled the thickness of the books. He tried to maintain good manners, after all he was sitting in Qingcheng Xie's office, and there were several professors in the same room who had not yet left. So he whispered to Qingcheng Xie:

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Nope. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Qingcheng Xie stood next to him with his coffee and took a sip.

Yu He : "......"

"I don't ask for much. You do it carefully." Qingcheng Xie dropped the words, threw Yu He a can of Red Bull, and then turned around to go about his business.

Yu He slightly narrowed his almond eyes.

He opened Qingcheng Xie's computer, the cursor moved to the word and stopped, behind the long eyelashes caged with all the gloom.

"Let me see ......"

For a man like Qingcheng Xie, who is in his thirties, there is usually something in his personal computer or cell phone that is not quite up to scratch. But in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will be very conscious of the phone or computer password, set hidden folders, and never lend.

But Qingcheng Xie doesn't care.

He put it in his office for Yu He's use, which is his own personal computer. Yu He is a top hacker, so he searched through the folders with the shady idea of finding something on Qingcheng Xie, expecting to find at least one or two small movies, but a can of Red Bull was drained, but still no luck.

Yu He was not convinced and searched again with a different code, but the result was the same.

Qingcheng Xie's private computer is so clean and honest, except for academic data, is the salary statement, so clean that you can almost call it abnormal.

Yu He frowned and leaned back in his office chair, his long fingers playing with the empty cans, thought for a moment, and then changed the language to re-edit a paragraph, hitting enter to search.

This time, we found a folder that Qingcheng Xie used to use during his off-hours, and the name of his life is questionable, called "Happy".

Qingcheng Xie's straight character, his folder naming is generally simple, he will change the name of important documents called "courseware 1", "courseware 2", not important is simply the system default name, even move a finger to fix a title Even lazy to fix a title, "New Folder" have been scheduled to 23.

So as soon as this "Happy" folder, which doesn't quite fit Qingcheng Xie's style, came out, Yu He's eyes immediately lit up, his spirits came up, his back straightened, and he stared intently at the screen, moved his mouse to the yellowish clip, and clicked it twice.

The folder is open.

Yu He quickly swept a glance, the look instantly from from the energy to the calm, and then frowned tightly, think Qingcheng Xie inexplicable.

In the folder called "Happy", there were only a few pictures of peach jellyfish.

Apart from that, there are several videos, which he opened and looked at, which are just videos of water sprites from all over the world, from sea moon jellyfish, to rocket jellyfish, in all kinds of postures. One of the videos is more than an hour long, he dragged the progress bar several times, but actually all these water sprites drifting like smoke video.

"......"

So Qingcheng Xie's joy is watching these water sprite videos?

Although the videos are beautiful, the ancient life floating in the water is like the smoke and mist sinking into the water, the moon shadow falling into the water, but Yu He still can't understand the old man's interest, so turn off the video and back out.

Although not very willing, Yu He put his cheek to change several modes to check down, found Qingcheng Xie's private computer is like snow, a good white flawless world. He threw the mouse away and gave up...

As long as it is a normal man, always a little desire is not it ......

While playing with the empty can, I was lost in thought.

His eyes turned back to the computer screen, thinking Qingcheng Xie this person is really too cold, must really be a cold personality.

Then, since the other party is sexually indifferent, there is only another way to change.

Yu He gave up his plan to look for reels in Qingcheng Xie's computer, the tip of his tongue resting softly against the bed of his teeth, his gaze converging back to the cage...

He had another idea.

Day 2.

Qingcheng Xie's big class was in the afternoon, and Yu He was available, and he organized the electronic version of the class for Qingcheng Xie, so he simply came to Medical University and sat in the last row of the multimedia classroom.

Qingcheng Xie originally did not want him to come: "You are a choreographer to dabble in what psychiatry."

Yu He said gently, "Brother, I'm just mentally ill."

"......"

"Besides, I did all your PowerPoint last night, in case there are any problems I can solve them on the spot, don't you think so."

Qingcheng Xie thought it was right, so he went with it.

As soon as Yu He entered the classroom, Qingcheng Xie regretted a bit - he forgot that Yu He had talked to some female students on the list, and those girls who took psychiatry obviously stared at the sight of Yu He walking in, and then immediately showed a very rare nymphomaniacal smile. The girls, who had taken psychiatry, were obviously wide-eyed when they saw Yu He walk in, and then immediately showed a very rare nymphomaniac smile.

"Handsome, what brings you here?"

Yu He waved to her, but gave her a silent gesture and pointed to Qingcheng Xie on the podium.

The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded her head in a small way: "Oh oh oh!" Then incomparable cooperation turned his head to seriously look at the podium ready to listen to the lesson.

Yu He sat down in the last row of the classroom by the window, threw his shoulder bag, leaned back with his arms, took off the headset he had been wearing, and looked at Qingcheng Xie.

That means clearly, you look at me, polite, even though you lecture to me is to listen to the sky book, I will respect you listen carefully.

Unfortunately, his superficial politeness was met with a blank stare from Qingcheng Xie.

Qingcheng Xie indifferently put the textbook on the table and turned his eyes away from Yu He, then said with a sullen face, "What are you looking at him for? Haven't you ever seen anyone from the next school come to dawdle in class?"

The students silently dared not say much under Professor Xie's high-handedness, but their eyes exchanged secretly.

I really haven't seen it.

Unless it is an idol drama played across campus to fall in love.

The female students, especially those who had been in contact with Yu He before, started to think about the right number after realizing this, and some of them had already thought about the maternal and child health hospital where their children would be born in the future, and each of them adjusted their sitting posture beautifully, hoping that the handsome man would look at them in the last row.

This scene undoubtedly caught the eyes of Qingcheng Xie, who was standing on the podium.

The serious professor and sexually frigid patient feels very disgusted by this, but he has a very fatherly personality and usually does not blame the girls, he only thinks it is Yu He bad.

So Qingcheng Xie stared at Yu He for a few seconds again.

Then only in a cold voice did he say:

"Open your books and go to class. This class is not allowed to turn your head back, whoever's neck can't help but twist backwards, the final score will be deducted 6.

Students: "......"

Yu He, who was targeted, couldn't help but look down and smile.

He thought Xue Xie's appearance of bullying students in class was stupid, but now he knew where this stupidity came from.

Dare I say it's all learned from Qingcheng Xie.

"...... According to the CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bipolar disorder, cyclothymic disorder, and severe mood disorder ......"

Qingcheng Xie began by working with the students on the after-school exercises that were assigned yesterday. Although many college students dedicate four years of their youth to the simple wooden beds in their dorm rooms and live a life of freedom, medical students are definitely not in this category. In fact, they may have to live a minimum of five years to start the miserable "senior" life.

Qingcheng Xie spent half of the class working with them on just a normal after-school assignment, which shows the amount of questions.

Yu He, the dabbler, was quiet and self-conscious as an uninvited guest, sitting in the corner of the back row with his arms wrapped around him, watching Qingcheng Xie.

He found that although Qingcheng Xie's posture of threatening students was the same as Xue Xie's, his lecture style was very different from Xue Xie. Whereas Xue Xie was trying to make the class atmosphere as lively as possible, Qingcheng Xie ignored the entire classroom of students.

He stood upright on the podium, but it was as if he did not belong to this world, reality was irrelevant to him, he was like a person half immersed in an illusory space, while the intellectual data seemed to have a solid body, drifting and lingering behind him.

It is obvious that he is a purely academic professor, who does not want to teach his students in a good way, nor does he intend to persuade them to study in a painstaking way. On the contrary, Qingcheng Xie is high and mighty, as if he were an extraditionist walking out of the temple of knowledge, his long fingertips stained with ink, his thin lips falling with the fragrance of books, and his concentration, ego, and even selflessness, radiating a kind of ultimate nobility between his eyes.

He does not seem to care whether you learn or not, and he never cares whether you look at him or not, but he stands on the podium of the temperament, itself is the most perfect interpretation of "knowledge".

Yu He almost suspected that he might speak at any moment and say, "This daddy has come down to earth to give knowledge to all students, and all of you here should kneel down and bow to the grace of heaven."

The youth just thought about it and looked at the man on the stage who looked indifferent and was immersed in the world of medicine.

"Good. Yesterday's topic is correct here, so put your head up below and look at the projected lesson."

A word brought Yu He back to his senses.

He lifted his eyes and the arms that had been clasped to his chest loosened, interlocking his fingers and resting on the table while his body leaned slightly forward.

It is a gesture with an expectation.

And Yu He should not expect anything from Qingcheng Xie's class.

Unfortunately, Professor Xie is used to seeing no one, and he doesn't care about idiots like Yu He who come to class for nothing, and he doesn't see Yu He's suddenly slightly tense expression.

He turned on the computer, connected to the signal, set up the projector, and moved the mouse to the PowerPoint presentation Yu He had made, which was named "Lesson 1", amidst the collective attention of the students.

Double click.

The lesson opens up.

Qingcheng Xie looked up without looking: "Today we will talk about hallucinations, proprioceptive hallucinations, true hallucinations, and false hallucinations ......"

After talking to himself for half a day, until a boy in the front row finally couldn't help but snort down and laugh, he realized something was wrong, but didn't turn around to look at the lesson, but frowned and asked the bold boy, "What's wrong?"

This time the boys were not the only ones who did not hold back their laughter.

"Professor Xie, your coursework ......"

Qingcheng Xie now realized that something was wrong and looked back.

Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and efforts to upgrade the school's hardware, the projector in this newly replaced multimedia classroom is large and clear, projecting the PPT page in a flawless manner -

A group of computer graphics software to make a cute water sprite Bao Bao, looks a bit like a Q version of the sea moon jellyfish.

This is still in GIF format, the water sprite Bao Bao is repeatedly doing "Bao Bao is so angry", "Bao Bao fainted", "Bao Bao is not playing with you goodbye " a series of actions.

That image is too much meat and childish, the impact is very strong, Qingcheng Xie breath a choke, subconsciously to touch a cigarette out of the shock.

Yu He, on the other hand, couldn't help but turn his face away, his shoulders shaking slightly, and smiled with his head half down.

Qingcheng Xie looked back in anger, and saw the culprit dropping his eyelashes, leaning back idly in his chair, noticing his gaze, Yu He also lifted his head, not hiding the thin smile that fell on the corners of his lips.

This brat ......

Qingcheng Xie's eyes almost nailed Yu He through the center of the seat.

Yu He was sure that he would not admit in front of everyone that the PPT lesson was done by him to catch the strong man, actually loosened the interlocked fingers, smiled and raised his hand, slightly raised his eyebrows, and gently clicked the phone on the table.

The meaning of that is self-explanatory, which is a hint for Qingcheng Xie to check his information.

"......" Qingcheng Xie a face hard to see the extreme, back to the podium to close the PPT, "the lesson is wrong, wait a moment."

It is rare for students to see Professor Xie go off on a tangent, and it is such a low-level tangent that they would have laughed if not for Qingcheng Xie's prestige. Everyone is desperately trying to endure, endure very hard, where there is no effort to pay attention to the next school dabbler and their professors between the undercurrents.

Qingcheng Xie took the opportunity to open his phone with a black face.

Sure enough, there was a message from Yu He two minutes ago:

"Do you want the real PPT?"

"What do you want."

The other party is typing in ......

Wait a while.

Still "The other party is typing ......"

Qingcheng Xie really can't help it, once again looking up past the students who are holding back their laughter, their eyes stabbed at the youth who is slowly and soberly leaning back in his chair and typing.

As if deliberately grinding his pain points, the youth prolonged the embarrassment that caused Professor Xie's social death, and actually looked at him without looking at him, with only one slender finger stretched out, scratching a few times on the screen, entering a few words, deleting them again, and then entering them again, deleting them again.

It was as if they were really thinking seriously about the exchange offer.

It's a pity that Yu He's eyebrows raised in triumph because his bad intentions were successful, revealing his dark mood under the mask of a beast.

Just when Qingcheng Xie was about to be worn out by him and was about to walk over and knock on his desk, the news finally came.

Qingcheng Xie immediately pressed his phone on vibrate.

"You sold my clothes you remember, right?"

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

"Turn me to 5000. i'll come up and debug your coursework."

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

"By the way, I remind you that if you keep ignoring it, after ten minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and forcing it to shut down won't help. Professor you judge for yourself, maybe in a few minutes I will raise the price again."

After the hacker finished typing, he put down the communication tool that they both used to engage in private messaging in full view of the public.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair, one of his arms leaning back and resting his elbow on the back of the chair.

Then he lifted his chin, nodded in the direction of the projector with an imperceptible margin, raised his other hand, tugged his collar casually, and gave Qingcheng Xie an innocent and dark smile.

"......"

Qingcheng Xie looks gloomy, while staring at Yu He's eyes, while slowly clutching his phone, open the Alipay transfer, gritting his teeth and playing a 5000 into it.

One second later.

Yu He's cell phone on the table shook a little.

He lowered his eyelids, covering his almond eyes, and checked the 5,000 yuan that had arrived in Paypal.

Yu He got up, worthy of the actor who played a small broken drama, this person is no longer the initial acting skills, he feigned concern Qingcheng Xie, walked up to the podium: "Sorry Professor Xie, it seems that I got the wrong class yesterday when I helped your sister back up the information to your computer. I'm really sorry."

The student Yu He politely picked up Professor Xie's dignity scattered on the floor, and then lowered his head and started working on Qingcheng Xie's notebook.

Within a few moments, the real prepared PPT lesson was flipped out of his folder.

Yu He raised his hand, respectfully and gently stepped aside to make way for Qingcheng Xie: "Professor, please."

The classroom fiasco was settled with Yu He winning again.

Only the second half of the class, Qingcheng Xie's face is more gloomy than the apocalyptic clouds, the mountain rain is coming to fill the building, and his gaze is so cold that it is like mixed with ice crumbs.

Yu He does not doubt that if the eye knife can be materialized, he would have become a sieve through the heart.

But obviously this assumption is not valid, so he smiled, as well as the onlookers simply can not see the gangster bad, will not pull the eye knife a list of all accepted.

"...... This is the end of today's class." Qingcheng Xie finally ended the damn PowerPoint teaching five minutes before the class was released, and I have to say, nothing more happened later, which made his heart finally loosen up a bit.

"I'm posting this issue's assignment to the intranet below, so remember to download and complete it."

Professor Xie, whose spirit was soothed, closed the class, opened the browser and typed in the campus website, and snapped the Enter button sharply.

A few seconds later ......

"The sea food posture source with the heart down, super handsome man beautiful neodymium portrait, super 100w+ distant pornography ......"

Also strongly magnified by the projector was the ad/advertisement pop-up, a heavily made-up woman scratching her head at all the students whose glasses were shattered off-screen.

The whole class was silent.

Qingcheng Xie looks back abruptly.

Yu He : "............"

A thousand years of injustice.

This time it's really not him ......