"I have a question, can I ask you directly?"

Jiang Shuiyuan felt that it was better to go to the library to look up the materials than to come directly to Uncle Ge. Although he is ruthless in his old man's words, his knowledge is real, and it is always a hundred times better to ask him than to go to the library to try his luck.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ge frowned slightly: "Ask me? Before the end of June, you can do it, and after that, you should find another master!"

Jiang Shuiyuan heard Uncle Ge's voice: "What's the matter, Teacher Ge, are you leaving?"

"I won't leave during the summer vacation, and I'll stay in the school alone to cultivate immortals!"

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what are you talking to me about? Jiang Shuiyuan had no choice but to ask, "I mean, Mr. Ge, you are going to resign and leave Huai'an Mansion?"

"Which eye did you see that I was going to resign?"

"Both eyes saw it. ”

Uncle Ge finally stopped hiding it: "Yes, I'm ready to resign and go back to the capital to study for a graduate school." After speaking, he leaned back in his chair and explained in a low voice: "In the past, I always felt that my IQ was off the charts, surpassing my predecessors and making some achievements. When I first graduated from college, I thought that what I lacked most was not a degree or a famous teacher's guidance, but a lack of an environment where I could calm down and concentrate on thinking, just like Newton's Woolthorpe Manor and Sun Yuanqi's Chongshi School. So I stayed away from the capital and came to Huai'an Mansion to find an environment that was not disturbed by the outside world, so that I could calm down and think about some big problems, real big problems. ”

Jiang Shuiyuan didn't interject, waiting for him to continue.

"In the past few years in Huai'an Mansion, I feel that I have not wasted time, but the achievements I have made are lackluster. Only now have I grudgingly accepted a few harsh truths: First, I'm not as smart as I thought I was. As one of the books says, 'When I was a child, I always thought I was the protagonist of the story, but when I grew up, I realized that I was just an extra'. Maybe my qualifications are only in the middle and upper class, and there is still a lot of distance from a real genius, right?

"Second, in the past few years in Huai'an Mansion, I thought that 'the whole world was drunk and I woke up alone', concentrating on sitting on the cold bench. But looking back, compared with the students who stayed in Beijing and Shanghai, they have been unconsciously pulled away by several positions, and the distance is getting bigger and bigger! I understand now, the flowers and trees in the sun are easy to spring, not to mention reincarnation, selling oneself, buying a house, even to do learning, you have to go to the first-tier cities!

"Thirdly, the current era is not like a few decades ago. In the past, there were still Xiucai and high school students who wrote books by self-study, and then became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. Now if you want to become famous, start a family, and make achievements, you have to go to graduate school, get a doctorate, and enter a scientific research institute, otherwise you can't get a project or fight for financial support, or you can't send a paper you write, let alone anything else!

"These are my lessons from blood and tears. Regardless of you or Zhang Jin, if you take the road of academic research in the future, don't be opportunistic, honestly go to famous schools, worship famous teachers, take your degree seriously, publish articles, and then evaluate the deputy high school and the positive high, everything else is false!"

Jiang Shuiyuan suddenly felt that Uncle Ge was a little unfamiliar.

In his mind, although Uncle Ge is sloppy and unkempt, he is spiritually otherworldly, as if he is a master of the world who lives in seclusion in the mountains and comprehends the Dugu Nine Swords, and is not stained with the slightest fireworks. Today, he is like a small clerk who is worried about promotion and salary increase, and a housewife and man who cares about firewood, rice, oil and salt, a little worldly and a little greasy.

Maybe that's maturity, right?

Jiang Shuiyuan didn't have much sentimentality: "Go back to the capital to study for graduate school? Is it Jingshi University? Then when I see you in the future, should I call you senior brother?"

"Get out!" Uncle Ge pouted, "No matter how brilliant you are in the future, and no matter how miserable I will be in the future, then I am also your mentor, and you and Zhang Jin are also my founding disciples, and you can't mess up!

Jiang Shuiyuan replied lazily: "Then I will worship under Academician Hui! Well, Sister Qiong Ju is the granddaughter of Academician Hui, and Teacher Ge, you are Sister Qiongju's fiancé, and I am Academician Hui's disciple, so you should call me Uncle Shi?"

"Get out of here!" Uncle Ge laughed angrily, and smashed a book casually: "Before I change my mind, hurry up and hug your pile of things, as far as your ideal is, you can roll me as far as you want!" I'm afraid that I won't be able to control the power of the wilderness in my body and beat you to the point that I can't take care of myself in life!"

Jiang Shuiyuan accepted it when he saw it, and immediately escaped from the office with the hard drive and the pile of materials.

After chatting with Uncle Ge for a long time, it was past class time, and the whole campus seemed empty. When Jiang Shuiyuan passed by the small garden in front of the teaching building, he vaguely heard a girl crying in a low voice. She cried very sadly, but she didn't want to be heard. That suppressed cry is even more heart-wrenching.

Didn't do well in the exam, did something happen in the family, or fell out of love?

Jiang Shuiyuan hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and asked, "That, that, can I help you?"

Hearing this, the man quickly stopped crying, wiped his face indiscriminately, lowered his head and replied softly, "I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

Although it's fine, I cry until I cry in a hoarse voice and can't stop sobbing, and I don't look like I'm fine. And as soon as she spoke, Jiang Shuiyuan could hear who she was, no wonder she was a little familiar when she heard it before: "Teacher Huang, you-"

Huang Tongyuan raised her head in embarrassment, and her eyes, which were crying like rotten peaches, were suddenly exposed. She smiled reluctantly, "I—I'm fine." You've won the first prize in the Biology Olympiad, and you don't know how many days girls have every month? I'm in a lot of pain, just cry and vent. Go to class and leave me alone. ”

As soon as Huang Tongyuan said this, Jiang Shuiyuan, who had been a single dog for more than ten years, really didn't know how to take it, so he held back a sentence for a long time: "Then I'll go and make you some brown sugar water?"

Huang Tongyuan laughed out loud, and her face was still stained with tears: "I thought you were going to persuade me to drink more hot water! Forget it, I don't dare to drink your brown sugar water, I'm afraid that I will become the public enemy of the girls in the school, and the sea of vinegar will drown me." I'm getting better now, I'll go to the hospital later to get some medicine, and I'll be fine after a rest. ”

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!"

"Well, you have to pay attention to your body. ”

When Jiang Shuiyuan returned to the classroom, he felt that something was wrong: Although he had never had menstrual pain, and he had never had the opportunity to do so in his life, no matter how painful it was, he had to talk about the Basic Law, right? Is this kind of pain a problem that can be solved by crying for a while? Besides, the pain will not be so painful that his eyes will be red and swollen and he will be sobbing in the water, right?

Seeing that Jiang Shuiyuan looked thoughtful when he came back, Pu Xiaoxiang turned his head sideways and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied casually: "Menstrual cramps-"

"Scoundrel!"

So Jiang Shuiyuan was inexplicably put on a big hat. Pu Xiaoxiang quickly turned his head again and asked, "Who is hurting?"

"Teacher Huang. ”

"Do you know this kind of thing? Could it be that you and Teacher Huang—" Pu Xiaoxiang's face was full of gossip, but his tone was a little unclear, as if the original partner had caught the husband who was stealing outside.

Jiang Shuiyuan rolled his eyes: "I told you to read more books when you have time, don't open your mind and think about those messes." Why don't you listen?" After a pause, he still explained: "Before I came in just now, I saw Teacher Huang crying in the small garden downstairs with red eyes, so I asked her why she was crying, and she said it was painful. I've been wondering how it hurts so much—"

Pu Xiaoxiang was straightforward: "She's out of love, right?"