In the large classroom 202, there are still five minutes left before class begins.
Different from the mess in the past, the classroom before class today seemed particularly quiet. There was a lot less noise and fighting, but a lot more whispers.
Looking at Zhao Song talking on the phone outside the door, many students couldn't adapt to it for a while.
Before, he was still a good bag-carrying boy, which was in line with everyone's and society's expectations. How did he become a billionaire quietly?
In the classroom, Liu Lili was sorting out her books with an expressionless face. She had always been like this since she broke up with her rubbish senior.
Li Ying, who was sitting next to her, glanced at Zhao Song outside, turned around and said, "I don't know whether you should thank him or scold him. In the past two days, there have been rumors in the department that Zhao Song stole his love from you."
"Of course I thank him," Liu Lili chuckled, "for helping me divert everyone's attention.
Now think about it, compared with Zhao Song and Liao Yingzhu, I, a poor family in northern Jiangsu who only cares about love and love, am simply a frog in the well."
Hearing this, Li Ying looked at Liu Lili as if she didn't know her. Everyone knew that this girl's family was in trouble, but she tried her best to conceal it all from the moment she entered school. Self-esteem is a good thing, but she used it from the beginning.
Wrong place.
"Have you figured it out?"
Liu Lili nodded generously and said with a smile: "Zhao Song said that girls like me don't have to worry about getting married. The most important thing now is to have more experience and learn how to judge people. He also gave me a careful analysis of the characteristics of the boys in our class.
The potential of the Phoenix Man!”
"What is Phoenix Man?" Li Ying asked doubtfully.
"The golden phoenix that flew out of the chicken coop!" Liu Lili explained, and then said with a strange expression: "He always says some weird things from time to time."
"Pfft~" Li Ying laughed, looked at Zhao Song who had walked in, and asked casually: "How do you feel about being held by a billionaire?"
"Very good!" Liu Lili also looked at the classroom door and said with a smile: "Very good."
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In my last life, when I watched DouYa's dad walking around like a tiger and a tiger, whether it was on or off the screen, that thin man seemed to occupy everyone's attention and could no longer accommodate anyone else. Zhao Song often thought at that time
Think about it, if you were so awesome, would you be able to get out of that aura that leads people to beat others?
Now the answer is out - no!
When Zhao Song walked into this large classroom that could accommodate sixty or seventy people and enjoyed the attention of the audience, the anger in his heart disappeared, sweat broke out on his forehead, and then - he turned around...
Today Li Yong occupies a seat near the front, and Zhao Songshun sat next to him within a few seconds, and no one noticed his ugly appearance.
"What the hell!" Zhao Song secretly cursed at his own worthlessness. Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Why do you want me to do this?"
"What do you think?"
"..." Zhao Song said nothing. Of course he knew why. Even though he was prepared, he still felt that everything was too fast.
Every master comes from a grandson, but his time as a grandson in this school is too short. These students don't care that Zhao Song is still a grandson among many great masters in Zhongguancun. They only see what is in front of them.
Regardless of whether he is a billionaire or not, Tesla’s popularity cannot be faked at all.
With his incredible cheating methods, the top elites in another time and space spent countless time, energy, and tens of thousands of manuscripts creating finished products, creativity, advertising, and industrial designs that he shamelessly copied. He just got to where he is now.
To a certain extent...he was more or less a little embarrassed psychologically.
"I still want to save face." Zhao Song muttered silently to himself.
Billionaire!? Zhao Song scolded the SB reporter countless times. He now needs Lianshun to accompany him from Xiagou Village to school, just for fear of attracting the attention of the legendary bad guy. As for going out, Director Hong
We have already started looking for someone for him.
The biggest rule for reborn people - you have to live until the time you come back! Otherwise, what will you do when you come back?
"Zhao Song!" Li Yong called Zhao Song back to his senses, "You haven't been here for more than half a month, can you still keep up?"
Zhao Song shook his head, looked at the professor who had already stepped onto the podium, and said uncertainly: "Let's listen and give it a try."
Li Yong hesitated for a moment, then said: "Zhao Song, several professors from the Central Finance Department will teach us in our sophomore year. I think what we can learn in this year is much better than finding ways to make up for it on your own later."
Zhao Song nodded, patted Li Yong on the shoulder, and said nothing.
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Just when Zhao Song was frowning and trying hard to listen to the lecture, on the other side of the blue star, New York City, America, had entered late at night.
In a laboratory at Columbia University.
Wen Jing stood up tiredly and hammered her small waist with both hands, with a disappointed expression on her face.
After tidying up the messy laboratory, Wen Jing put on her backpack and walked out.
After relaxing and admiring the bright starry sky for a while, Wen Jing picked up the phone and made a call.
"Mike, I hope I didn't disturb your rest."
"Good evening, Wen, I'm sorting out the data on the disk, what can I do?"
"The experiment didn't go well, Mike!" Wen Jing bit her lip and said sadly, "I overestimated myself a little."
"Wen, you have done a great job! You know, this is not something that one or two people can accomplish! What we need now is a complete laboratory and then find a few researchers."
"Funds! Mike." Wen Jing said with a headache. She had never considered taking money from her father Wen Wen. "Funds! Back and forth, I have already received 300,000 US dollars from an old classmate. I don't know if I should still
Opening your mouth to him."
"Wen, how long has it been since you read news online?" On the other end of the phone, Mike said in a strange tone, "Your old classmate's Tesla is very popular now?"
"Fire?" Wen Jing asked doubtfully. In her impression, Zhao Song's Tesla has always been a very large machine builder. In addition to the two vertical recording technology patents she made, there are only a few remaining
This is a patented technology with no prospects.
"Yes, Wen! The latest TPOD released by Tesla is known as the most anticipated electronic product in October. The group of young girls on the Internet have been completely conquered by its appearance!
Many people have started planning to go to Fry's Electronics and Best Buy in advance on October 1st to queue up to buy?"
"TPOD?" Wen Jing asked confused.
"Yes, there is also its core-frozen heat pipe radiator and the extension cord power supply. There are no competing products yet, and they were all sold out as soon as they were put on the shelves."
Wen Jing was a little shocked, "Mike, I'll call you later. I want to go back to the dormitory and check the Internet."
"Okay, Wen." Mike said with a smile on the other end of the phone; "You have an amazing old classmate!"
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After a one-and-a-half-hour class, Zhao Song was convinced that even after being reborn, his IQ would still be there, neither increasing nor decreasing, and reality would always be with him, never leaving him.
It seems that in the next 8 months, I have to reduce the number of vomiting sessions, otherwise I will not be able to master some professional English that needs to be memorized by rote, and I will not be able to take these professional courses taught by central finance professors.
The tired Zhao Song returned to Xiagou Village, took out two deck chairs from the compartment, placed them in the small square, and then lay down.
After letting out a long sigh of relief, Zhao Song turned his head and said to Wei Fang, who was sitting on another recliner: "Let's talk about Ali's father's situation first."