Lin Qiye and An Qingyu arrived quite early, but at this moment, almost half of the people in the classroom were already seated. The entry of these two unfamiliar faces attracted the attention of some people, but they only glanced at them, then lowered their heads and went their separate ways.
Look through the books in your hands.
To their surprise, Cao Yuan was sitting in the second to last row and waved to them, as if he had been here for a long time.
"when did you come?"
"I didn't pay attention to the time...but when I came in, this classroom was still empty."
"I heard from Jiang Er that you went for a morning jog?"
"Well, just run around."
Lin Qiye looked at Cao Yuan suspiciously and sat down next to him, while An Qingyu sat on the other side.
"Qiye, let me ask you something." Cao Yuan hesitated for a long time, then took the initiative to speak.
"What?"
"Generally speaking, how old do you need to be to get a doctorate?"
Hearing this inexplicable question, Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows and said, "This depends on the professional."
"That's the kind of thing... where's the Chinese department?"
"The undergraduate program in the Chinese Department should be a normal four-year program... If you are nineteen years old when you are a freshman, you will have four years of undergraduate studies, three years of postgraduate studies, and a doctorate... It depends on how far you go, maybe three to five years, right?
In other words, if you have a doctorate, you should be at least 26 years old, maybe even 30 years old."
Cao Yuan's eyes gradually brightened.
"Which doctor girl do you like?" An Qingyu smelled something unusual and asked with a smile, "Yes, with Lao Cao's attitude, the younger ones will definitely not like him... The doctor should be older than him
How old is he? If he is plump and has been divorced or something, he should be just right for him. Maybe there are some at Beijing University?"
Cao Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after struggling for a moment, he turned his head silently and said nothing.
"You're really right?" Lin Qiye's eyes widened.
The Bluetooth headset in An Qingyu's ear suddenly lit up. He reluctantly took it off and put it into Cao Yuan's ear.
The next moment, Jiang Er's excited voice filled his mind:
"What's her name?! How old is she? Which college is she from? Is she a student or a teacher? No... you just need to tell me her name, and I can help you retrieve all her file records! Just photos are fine, too.
I’ll help you with the screening!”
Cao Yuan silently took off the earphones and handed them back to An Qingyu, "Ahem...I'll try to get in touch myself first, and I'll let you guys know if necessary."
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked at each other with somewhat subtle expressions.
The section that Lin Qiye and the others were taking was "Introduction to Philosophy". Less than fifteen minutes after the class started, Cao Yuan was already dead on the desk in the second-to-last row. Lin Qiye's eyelids were also trembling, except for An Qingyu.
, I listened carefully throughout the whole process, and my focused expression attracted the teacher's attention one after another.
Fortunately, Li Yifei didn't get up. If he were here, his snoring might be enough to knock down the ceiling of the classroom.
Out of boredom, Lin Qiye sank into the Gods Mental Hospital.
"King Jiji, it's time to drink medicine."
"..."
Gilgamesh looked at the young lady in front of him who reached up to his waist. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly. He took two deep breaths and then swallowed the words "Drag him out and quarter him" that came to his lips.
"Why don't you say anything?" A'Zhu held a bowl of soup and tilted his head in confusion.
"...I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh, then drink the medicine first."
"Put down the medicine, I will drink it in a moment."
“But the medicine won’t taste good when it’s cold!”
"I don't want to drink it now!"
"No, Manager Li told me, I have to take good care of you!"
"..."
Gilgamesh's fists clenched uncontrollably, but looking at the innocent-looking A'Zhu in front of him, he couldn't say a harsh word, let alone take action.
If back then, someone would have dared to talk to him like this. From the moment the words "King Jiji" came out, he would have been dragged out and quartered on the spot. How could anyone dare to talk to him like this?
It has to be said that in some cases, sincerity is the best weapon.
In desperation, Gilgamesh grabbed the medicine bowl and drank all the medicine in one gulp. His face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face, "So, are you satisfied?"
"You have medicine residue on the corner of your mouth. Let me wipe it with a tissue." A'Zhu stood on tiptoes and held out a tissue with both hands.
Gilgamesh:……
Gilgamesh took the tissue, quickly wiped it on the corner of his mouth, and then glared at him fiercely: "Get out!"
"good!"
A'Zhu held the empty bowl and skipped out of the ward.
Looking at A'Zhu's leaving figure, Gilgamesh felt tired. He sat on the chair in the ward and sighed helplessly...
A few minutes later.
"Old repeater! It's time to take medicine!!"
A'Zhu's voice sounded loudly on the rooftop of the hospital building.
Yelande stood by the barbed wire fence, looking down at everything in the hospital. When he heard this voice, he turned his head slightly and said kindly:
"You did great, kid."
"I know, but it's time for you to take medicine!"
"You did great, kid."
"Okay, okay, you drink the medicine first! If you don't drink it, you will get cold."
"You did great, kid."
"..."
When A'Zhu realized that the communication was ineffective, his little face suddenly fell. He waited on the rooftop for three minutes with the medicine in his arms. Yelande refused to drink the medicine and just kept smiling and repeating that sentence.
"Old man! It's really time for you to drink the medicine, it's already cold!!" A'Zhu felt the medicine in his arms getting colder and began to stamp his feet anxiously, "If you don't drink it, I'll feed you?"
"You did great, kid."
Seeing this, A'Zhu gritted his teeth, took a mouthful of medicine with a spoon, and slowly handed it to Yelande's mouth...
The moment the spoon was about to touch Yelande's lips, a terrifying repulsive force surged out of his body!
Snapped--!!
The spoon in A'Zhu's hand exploded instantly, and the sharp fragments scratched his delicate palm. Then the medicine bowl in his arms also shattered, as if an invisible sledgehammer hit his chest, and his short body was hit like a cannonball.
On the barbed wire fence, make a gap in the barbed wire on the top floor of the hospital building!
A'Zhu stared blankly at the kindly smiling figure, turning its back to the earth and falling rapidly.
Just when he was about to fall to the ground, an afterimage roared past and caught his body firmly, and then a king's furious aura rose into the sky!
Gilgamesh, who was wearing a gray robe, held the scarred A'Zhu with one hand, and held a long sword with the other hand. The sword's edge was pointed directly at the tip of Yelande's nose. His sharp eyes were burning with anger.