"Wenwen, what kind of homework?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked Lin Wenwen, who was sitting next to him, sideways.

"I forgot to tell you, this is last week's assignment, the topic is ......"

"Quiet. The old professor on the stage looked over to them, and Lin Wenwen was so frightened that she immediately closed her mouth, lowered her head and looked at the book in her hand, not daring to speak again.

"The third girl from the left in the second row, tell me how you wrote it. The old professor tapped chalk in his hand on the table, looking at them.

Zhao Xiaoyu saw that they were all looking at him, and Lin Wenwen also whispered beside him, "The professor called you." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu hurriedly stood up, but she didn't know what the homework arranged by the professor was, so Zhao Xiaoyu stood up and didn't know what to say.

The old professor looked at it and snorted coldly, "It's another person who doesn't take class and homework seriously, what's your name." ”

After speaking, the old professor lowered his head and flipped through the roster in his hand, "Seeing that you are so strange, I'm afraid that you haven't come to class for more than a month, in your situation, do your family know? They have worked so hard to support you so much and let you come to college, and you, if you don't want to make progress, you skip class every day, don't write homework, and don't study, are you worthy of your family? Can you find a job in the future?"

"Teacher, my name is Zhao Xiaoyu, I don't have any family, I only came to the school yesterday to report for personal reasons. ”

"Zhao Xiaoyu?" the old professor looked up at Zhao Xiaoyu when he heard this name, "It turns out that you are Zhao Xiaoyu, cultivators don't go to K University, come to us to study history, do you like history? Do you understand the efforts of every great man in history? ”

Zhao Xiaoyu looked at the old professor, she wanted to understand history and study, "A cultivator does not mean that he will definitely go to K University to report, I like history, the wisdom and knowledge of the ancients can allow me to progress and learn from it, a nation with history must be cultured and thoughtful, a nation full of great national spirit is a nation with hope, so I came to A University to study history." ”

"If you have a vision, then you like history, how did you study science in high school, not liberal arts. The old professor raised an eyebrow, a little admiration in his eyes.

"Because the school I went to was rather special, there were no liberal arts in the cultivator class, only science. "All the cultivators in Crescent Moon Middle School are in science, but there is no liberal arts, this is what she found out later, she asked Lemon, they think that liberal arts are not suitable for the path that cultivators will take in the future, and they can't let a cultivator do some literary work.

However, there are a few cultivators who don't like science and switch to liberal arts after going to university, but the only subjects studied in high school were science.

"Sit down, come to my office after class. The old professor nodded, let Zhao Xiaoyu sit down, and began to talk about today's content.

Zhao Xiaoyu sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, and Lin Wenwen on the side gave Zhao Xiaoyu a thumbs up.

The old professor snorted on the stage, and they hurriedly listened carefully.

After class, Zhao Xiaoyu asked someone where the old professor's office was, and then said goodbye to Lin Wenwen and went to the old professor's office to find him alone.

"Xiaoyu, when are you coming back. Before leaving, Ying took Zhao Xiaoyu's hand, she wanted Zhao Xiaoyu to bring her food back when she came back.

"I don't know, if I'm going back, I'll say it in the WeChat group. Zhao Xiaoyu shook her head, she didn't know what the old professor was looking for her to do, so she didn't dare to say when she would go back.

"If I come back at noon, I want to eat knife-cut noodles on the third floor of the cafeteria. Fang Ying swallowed her saliva as she spoke, looking greedy.

Looking at the screening like a little gluttonous cat, Zhao Xiaoyu smiled a little, "Okay, I know." ”

The old professor's office is on the first floor of the Zhixing Building 115, and when Zhao Xiaoyu went over, a boy happened to come out of it, and when he saw Zhao Xiaoyu coming over, he was stunned, and turned sideways to let Zhao Xiaoyu pass.

After watching Zhao Xiaoyu enter, he took out his mobile phone and posted in the dormitory group, "Brothers, I feel like I'm in love." ’

'What's the situation?'

"Awesome, I've only been in school for a month and I'm in love, so my brother will teach you some experience." ’

Liu Ziheng: 'As long as you look as handsome as me.' ’

"It's okay, son, it's fast enough, when will you bring your daughter-in-law over for a meal." ’

The corners of Liu Ziheng's mouth raised, and he typed in his hand, 'Get out, whose son is it.' ’

Liu Ziheng stood at the entrance of the building while waiting for Zhao Xiaoyu to come out, while chatting with his roommates.

Zhao Xiaoyu in the room closed the door and walked to the old professor, who was processing a document, and when he saw Zhao Xiaoyu coming in, he asked her to sit on the sofa next to him for a while, and waited for him to finish the document in his hand.

Ten minutes passed, and the old professor closed the Word document and looked at Zhao Xiaoyu, who was sitting firmly on the sofa beside him, "Come here." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu heard the old professor's voice, stood up and walked to the old professor's side, "Teacher, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Well, since you like history so much, you can look at this, I want you to write a paper for me on the weekend. The old professor handed Zhao Xiaoyu a piece of information in his hand.

Zhao Xiaoyu looked down at the title above, "XX criticizes the aborigines of the houses of a certain historical and cultural street".

"Okay, I got it. Zhao Xiaoyu picked up the information on the table.

"Well, you go back first. Seeing that Zhao Xiaoyu didn't say anything, the old professor answered directly without asking, snorted coldly, and continued to read the next document.

Zhao Xiaoyu heard the old professor's cold snort, and was a little confused, what did the old professor mean by this, she also responded to let her read the materials and write a paper, why did she still look unhappy.

Should she leave now, or stay, Zhao Xiaoyu thought for a while, or left.

After the old professor watched Zhao Xiaoyu close the door, he became even more angry, and now the children don't ask how to write the homework when they hear the teacher's instructions, and where to start?

Liu Ziheng saw Zhao Xiaoyu coming out of the house, and immediately stepped forward, "Little sister, can I add you on WeChat?"

As he spoke, he confidently took out his mobile phone and prepared to scan Zhao Xiaoyu's QR code.

"I'm sorry. Zhao Xiaoyu looked at the boy who stopped him and left sideways.

Liu Ziheng didn't expect that he would be rejected for another day, he tilted his head and looked in the direction Zhao Xiaoyu left, and sighed in disbelief, "I've been rejected?"

Since he was a child, he was the only one who rejected people, and no one had ever rejected him.

Liu Ziheng suddenly remembered that his sister liked to watch it very much, and generally this situation was that the female protagonist was trying to welcome or refuse, attracting the attention of the male protagonist.

He touched his chin, could it be that she did it on purpose? Thinking that Zhao Xiaoyu might have done it on purpose, Liu Ziheng touched his chin, "I know, alas, my charm that has nowhere to be placed." ”