Chapter 110 Do you want to step on the sewing machine?
Chapter 110 Do you want to step on the sewing machine?
Author: Mai Mai Yiqiu
"Yes, that's right!"
Tang Yuanmao's eyes began to well up with tears as he spoke, the ravine-like wrinkles on his face deepened, and the knots formed by his two eyebrows almost came together.
"Teacher, you don't know how I survived that period of time. I was afraid that when I woke up, I would have no memory of you in my head. I stayed up all night, but I didn't dare to close my eyes. I finally squinted.
, you will wake up immediately.
Later, after enduring it for a month, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I collapsed in the laboratory and was sent to the ICU of the hospital. It took half a month of resuscitation to save my life.
When I woke up, I felt like the sky was about to collapse. Could I have forgotten you?
Fortunately, God is very kind to me and has not taken away the memory of you."
Tang Yuanmao was old, and his speech was slow. In addition, he was sobbing while speaking. He had just over a hundred words, and he had to speak for nearly ten minutes.
Sang Ning always felt that she had little patience, but this time she listened very carefully and did not feel any impatience because Tang Yuanmao spoke slowly.
Instead, as Tang Yuanmao suppressed sobs, his heart began to throb.
After not sleeping for a month, this kid is a werewolf!
Seeing that Sang Ning was silent, Tang Yuanmao put away his emotions, wiped the tears on his face, and asked with a hint of tears in his voice: "Teacher, do you have any ideas?"
"Xiaotang." Sang Ning called Tang Yuanmao very seriously.
Tang Yuanmao didn't know why and responded blankly: "Ang?"
Then Sang Ning stood up from the chair, put her hands on the desk, and said with a stern face: "I should tell you before disappearing, no matter what happens, even if the sky falls, you must ensure that you stay eight hours a day.
The science of sleep!”
Tang Yuanmao: "..."
Now is a sad time. Is it really good to discuss scientific sleep?
"So, mentor, you believe what I said, right?"
To be honest, the moment he decided to tell Sang Ning the truth, he was actually very nervous.
It is really unbelievable that a living person disappears out of thin air and then reappears 45 years later.
If Sang Ning didn't believe him and still thought he was an old gangster looking for excuses to harass her, and called the police in anger, he wouldn't know how to explain himself to the police.
"I believe that saving you and giving you a kick is indeed what I will do." Sang Ning's frown finally smoothed out, and she sat back on the chair very relaxedly.
The corners of Tang Yuanmao's eyes couldn't help but twitch. As expected of his mentor, his perspective on thinking about problems was different from ordinary people's.
Sang Ning looked up at the ceiling and suddenly felt confused.
According to Tang Yuanmao, she was originally a marginalized character in this book who didn't even deserve a name, but she clearly came from reality into this book.
Sang Ning who didn't even deserve her name in the book 45 years ago, Sang Ning who was the cannon fodder in the book as a control group for the real daughter 45 years later, and Sang Ning who lives in reality.
What is the connection between the three?
Very few things could bother her, but now there was a huge mystery intertwined in front of her.
What's the connection between the space-time vortex and that stupid system that wants to force her to gain 100 million fans?
Sang Ning felt a headache and was ready to ignore these annoying problems for the time being.
She sat up straight with her elbows on the table, her fingers interlocked to support her chin, she slightly raised her head and looked at Tang Yuanmao, and asked: "Didn't you say that you have been studying the space-time vortex since I left?"
How is the research progress?"
Tang Yuanmao reached out and touched the back of his head, pursed his lips and hesitated to speak, then pulled his short, graying hair with his hand, and said with erratic eyes: "The current research progress is zero."
Sang Ning: "..."
The progress was zero 45 years ago, and the progress is still zero 45 years later. It is a lonely study.
Tang Yuanmao saw Sang Ning's worried expression and quickly explained: "I have accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge, but every test failed, so isn't the progress zero?"
Tang Yuanmao stared at Sang Ning, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind. He clapped his hands vigorously in excitement, and then said: "Teacher, you should be considered a witness to the time and space vortex. How about I personally invite you to participate in this research?"
"No." Sang Ning refused, "The astronomy laboratory has regulations and non-staff members are not allowed to enter."
"This is not a problem." Tang Yuanmao immediately waved his hand, "I am the dean, and I have the authority to let you enter the laboratory."
Sang Ning curled her lips in silence: "Xiaotang, do you think this is the end of your role as the dean? If people find out that you used your personal power to let me in, removal or demotion will be considered minor. Seriously,
I guess you and I both have to go in and step on the sewing machine."
Tang Yuanmao was anxious: "What else can we do? At present, other than this method, there is no other way for you to enter the laboratory openly."
"Yes!" Sang Ning said decisively.
Tang Yuanmao pricked up his old ears: "What is it?"
"I am admitted to your college as a graduate student. As long as I become your person, don't I have a valid reason to enter the laboratory?"
"Then it's better for me to take you in directly." Tang Yuanmao felt that this method was inappropriate.
Sang Ning is a star now, and he doesn't know how much professional knowledge she still remembers. Besides, the number of people taking the postgraduate entrance exams has skyrocketed in recent years, and the postgraduate entrance exams have entered hell mode. Taking the exam in their college is simply an infinitely enhanced version of hell mode.
"Teacher, please stop thinking about it. Either I doubt your professional level, or I simply feel that studying is very tiring. You are a big star and you run around every day. What will you do if your body collapses?"
In order to prevent Sang Ning from thinking too much, Tang Yuanmao made up a perfect lie.
But Sang Ning snorted indifferently.
Admit it, Saonian, you are doubting my professionalism.
"Okay, stop talking. I'm not a person who listens to advice. I've passed the postgraduate entrance examination. You will be my tutor when the time comes."
Seeing Sang Ning's insistence, Tang Yuanmao couldn't say anything else.
I just quietly thought about it in my mind, how can I release San Ning while ensuring legal compliance?
Sang Ning thought about it and found out that the Zijin Research Institute usually determines the list of newly admitted graduate students at the end of February every year, and there are still about five months before the task deadline given to her by the system.
Taking advantage of this period of time, you can carefully study whether there are other ways to survive. After all, completing the goal of increasing followers of 100 million within a year is just like a fantasy.
After talking about the business, the air suddenly became quiet.
Neither of them were social cows, so they didn't know what topic to start.
Sang Ning took out her cell phone from her pocket and took a look at it, then looked up at Tang Yuanmao, breaking the silence in the air without haste.
