Chapter 402 I’m not illiterate

"Master Xiu, how can I study here? Can I?"

Xiu Jie said calmly: "It's okay to cover yourself with a quilt and dream for a while!"

The University of Hong Kong is one of the top ten prestigious universities in China. If your college entrance examination score is not above 650, don't even think about getting in. Of course, if your father is the Secretary of Education, you may still be admitted through special recruitment. The premise is that you have special skills and super powers.

As for Jian Ningmeng's math score of 22, I'm afraid she would never have dreamed of it.

Jian Ningmeng curled her lips and said, "It's not bad if you don't study!"

"How terrible is it to be illiterate? You don't want to make progress at the age of 15!"

"I'm not illiterate!"

"You don't study at the age of 15 and you don't even have a primary school diploma. What are you other than illiterate?"

You! Jian Ning pouted angrily and said, "It's not enough to say anything!"

Hey, little girl, you are so angry!

The two of them were bickering, and Professor Fu walked out of the campus.

As a senior professor of the school, his car could enter the campus, so Xiujie and his car entered the campus directly.

This school, damn, is not that big. Xiujie and I drove for more than 10 minutes before we arrived at the archeology department research building where Professor Fu was. And they had only walked around less than half of the campus. The famous school really lived up to its reputation, 190

10,000 square meters, 6 departments, 27 colleges, and 76 departments, you will be stunned even if you turn on the GPS.

After Jian Ningmeng and Professor Fu entered the building, Xiujie's task today was to pick up Ningmeng, so he didn't leave. He locked the car and walked around the campus casually.

It is already after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the school may have just started, and there are not many students. The uniforms of the University of Hong Kong are really beautiful, with tunic uniforms for boys and slim-fitting suits and straight-leg pants for girls.

Life in the university is pleasant, comfortable, and full of poetry. You can sit on a bench and read a book, chat with classmates while leaning on a book on the tree-lined path, and play games in the dormitory until the sky is dark.

Xiujie couldn't help but think that Jian Ningmeng should really experience this kind of life.

On the other side, Jian Ningmeng followed Professor Fu into the classroom. There were four or five other people here, all young people. They were wearing HKU uniforms, and they looked like students at first sight.

Thick stacks of books and files are piled all over the table in front of everyone's desk. People here no longer use paper or pens, and everyone has a laptop.

As soon as Professor Fu walked in, everyone stood up: "Professor...Professor..." These two words could hardly be heard later, because several big boys were instantly fascinated by Jian Ningmeng who walked in, so cute

The girl in question is the talented woman who is proficient in ancient Chinese characters as the professor said? Hey, who said beauty and wisdom can't coexist?

Immediately, another person stretched out his hand: "Hello, little beauty, my surname is Hou, is it easy to remember Hou Zi?"

Jian Ningmeng suddenly looked shy. How had she ever been in contact with so many men? She turned to look at Professor Fu, who smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, archaeologists don't eat people, these are my students. You are young.

Come down and get to know yourself."

"I am Chen Zi!"

Are oranges the same as her lemons? Are they both fruits? Jian Ningmeng is really not used to joking with men casually, so she just smiled and nodded. After everyone introduced themselves in the simplest way, they were all 18 or 19-year-old sunny boys.

He speaks generously and humorously.

Jian Ningmeng felt less nervous after sitting down for a while.

After everyone got acquainted for a while, we started working.

The subject of Professor Fu's research is the abnormal writing patterns formed by the separatist regimes of the feudal lords during the Warring States Period.
Chapter completed!