The sound of turning the doorknob interrupted Wang Xu's thoughts. He looked around and saw the principal pushing the door open.
"Classmate Wang Xu." The principal pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Wang Xu with a serious expression and said, "It's good that you are here. I have something to talk to you about."
"Don't you knock on the door when you enter the girls' dormitory?" Wang Xu replied directly.
"I can't even get into that building..." The principal actually showed a confused expression, and then he immediately said seriously: "Then what... don't change the subject, I have something very important.
I want to talk to you."
"The marijuana on the windowsill was grown by Gu Chen in the health room. It really has nothing to do with me."
"I didn't mean to say this...but since you mentioned it..."
Wang Xu interrupted him again: "I just followed him and sold some biscuits to make some extra money after he sold marijuana to others! I didn't participate in his behavior at all! If you don't believe me, you can go upstairs and downstairs and ask.
, they all call me 'Biscuit Man'!" (Smoking marijuana will cause severe hunger in the body.)
The veins on the principal's head popped out: "Okay! Don't discuss this anymore, just listen to me!"
Wang Xu closed his mouth, shrugged, and waited for the principal's instructions.
The principal breathed a sigh of relief: "I checked your first-year credits." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "And printed a copy."
Cold sweat broke out on Wang Xu's forehead.
"I would like to ask, when did Professor Torquemada appear in my school and teach a course called 'Religious Conspiracy and Dictatorship in Europe in the Fifteenth Century' at night." The principal looked at his hand.
The piece of paper inside read: "This course seems to be just enough to make up for the credits you were unable to obtain due to your long absence from class, allowing you to successfully advance to the second grade..." (Toquemada: tomasdeto, please search for Piaotian Literature,
The novel is better and updated faster! Uemada (1420-1498), a Spanish Inquisition judge, was notorious in history for using torture to obtain evidence. The above is the basis for Wang Xu’s fabricated course.)
Wang Xu stiffened his neck and said, "Well... I go to see him every Wednesday night and listen to his classes. The credits are undoubtedly real and effective." His expression suddenly changed: "Hey... Principal, why are you doing this?
Just check my credits?"
The principal's face turned to one side: "I just randomly checked."
"You'll only believe your lies if you smoke too much marijuana..." Wang Xu muttered.
"What did you say?"
"nothing."
The principal suddenly discovered that Wang Xu was holding an ancient bamboo scroll in his hand. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is this?"
Wang Xu replied: "Oh...this, um...research material for the history department thesis."
"About what?"
"Guiguzi."
"Oh..." The principal didn't think much about it. He decided to return to the original topic: "Wang Xu, let me make it clear to you. You faked a professor and a course to get credits.
I know this very well. I can kick you out of school or prevent you from entering the second grade as punishment, and all of this is reasonable and legal. But I will not take such action for the time being, because I think you are a
A very talented young man, a man of great talent, so I can give you a chance..."
Wang Xu said: "Thank you principal for your cultivation...I will definitely carry forward the Huangpu spirit..."
"Um?"
"No, no, it should be the military spirit that carries forward the wings..."
"What are you talking about?!"
Wang Xu said: "In short, if you are useful to me in the future, it will be on the knife mountain and the oil pan..."
"Okay, okay, okay..." The more the principal listened, the more he felt that he was talking to a soldier during the Anti-Japanese War, so he simply stopped Wang Xu from continuing to talk nonsense: "Classmate Wang Xu, listen up, as a student of Xiangyi,
You have to be responsible for your own actions. I give you until next Monday, that is, two days later, to submit a paper with the research content of "Religious Conspiracy and Dictatorship in Europe in the Fifteenth Century." As long as the thing appears on my desk
, and satisfy me, you can continue your sophomore college life, otherwise..."
"Absolutely~~ no problem!" Wang Xu took over the conversation decisively.
The principal let out another long breath, turned around, and walked out of the room. Before closing the door, he did not forget to leave a message: "Classmate Wang Xu, please take care of yourself."
…………
So, that night, the Paranormal Detective Agency.
Albert, Qi Bing, and Wang Xu, three people, gathered around a laptop and a pile of dusty books on the table, studying a course invented by Wang Xu with expressions that looked like they had been constipated for three days.
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Qi Bing flipped through those tattered things with yellowed paper, held his cheek with one hand and said, "I don't understand why you would choose to make up an unpopular course that you can't even find much information on the Internet."
Wang Xu sneered: "Ha! You should really see the expression on the librarian's face when I went to the school library to borrow these books..." He half-opened his mouth and looked ahead.
, acting like a dementia patient, "He just stared at me with this face for thirty seconds, and then suddenly asked me as if he was remembering, 'Which department are you a professor in? I have never seen you before.
ah.'"
Elbert shrugged helplessly in front of the computer: "I gave up. I can't access relevant foreign websites at all."
Wang Xu sneered again: "Son, can't you even climb over a wall?"
Elbert replied angrily: "Hey! Never mention the wall in front of a German! I tell you, I have the genes of a wall-climbing expert in my blood! But this! It's so ridiculous! I've been there
There are so many countries in the world, and this is the only firewall I have ever seen that is used to protect netizens within its own country! What are they going to do next? Designate you to access the websites they specify? Where am I? Somewhere
An Asian peninsula that only plays the same movie?”
Qi Bingbing answered coldly: "Be careful what you say. Do you want to be wiped out by a department more powerful than the 'Nine Sections'?"
Elbert spread his hands: "You mean the 'relevant departments'?"
Wang Xu covered his face with his palms and said: "'Guan' is not the name of a department... just like 'Part' is not the name of a place."
Elbert was surprised: "What?! The 'local' area does not exist?"
Qi Bing sighed deeply: "A history student who fabricates weird subjects, and a foreign dropout whose Chinese is half-baked, very good. There is no doubt that the principal will see a masterpiece on his desk in two days."
Already..."
…………
The early morning sunlight shone through the blinds, making the dark circles under the eyes of these three guys look particularly ferocious. They talked all night like that, and the next morning they actually produced a five thousand word paper. Just as they
When they were about to go back to their homes to wash up and sleep, the door to the house was opened.
Cat Master walked in with a shit cucumber in his hand (yes, you heard it right, a cucumber stained with an unknown yellow liquid... I think it was his breakfast).
"Hey, boys, did you burn the midnight oil last night?" He seemed to be in high spirits.
Wang Xu said: "Yes, Mr. 'I'm very busy.'" In fact, he called Mr. Mao yesterday and wanted to trick him, but unfortunately the other party gave him the above three words.
Mr. Cat picked up the paper casually: "Let me see your masterpiece...um...this..." He is a man who can see everything at a glance. This is a talent, but sometimes, it is a disaster.
Albert said: "What do you think? Will the principal make Wang Xu qualified?"
Master Mao took a deep breath: "Well... this article... is longer than a foot wrap, is confusing, slightly anti-gay, and at the same time, very, very clearly, accidentally, and without reason criticizes Israel.
There’s also talk of some non-existent connection between India’s population density and the popularity of Buddhism…which reminds me that the only thing not included in this crap is an argument that could pass you by!!”
Qi Bing's face hit the table hard. Maybe he was unconscious, maybe not. You can understand this as a strike of the body. Your brain issued an instruction, the content of which is as follows: Losing consciousness is the most important thing at this moment.
Best choice.
Mr. Cat put down the paper, chewed his cucumber and said, "Forget it, I'll take the time to help you write this crappy paper."
Wang Xu's eyes changed, and he asked in a tone between a question and a rhetorical question: "Will you write it for me?"
Mr. Cat sneered and said: "What for? Do you think I am not capable enough? I tell you, if it materialized, my profound knowledge could bite your face off."
Wang Xu replied: "I mean, would you be so kind as to help me write it?"
Mr. Cat laughed three times, and then his face suddenly turned grim: "Of course not, I have conditions."
Wang Xu said angrily: "Say~"
Mr. Cat didn't say anything first, he did it first. The guy whipped out a hatchet from his waist and slapped it on the table, "That's what it's about..."
