Thomson sat back at his desk with a serious expression on his face.

"Okay, Mr. Wang Kefan." Da Yuanqiu, as Guo Yujing remembered, turned his pen habitually and said, "Which subject are you going to apply for as a teacher?" ”

"Aesthetics."

"Oh, aesthetics, this is not easy to teach." Thomson said, "Do you have a Ph.D.?" ”

"Nope."

Thomson tapped the table with a pen and said, "Can you show me the resume of the professor you plan to apply for in our college?" ”

Wang Kefan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, professor, I didn't prepare my resume." ”

Thomson frowned slightly, and said, "Mr. Wang Kefan, I think the practice of applying for a job without even preparing a resume is a bad habit, and it ...... Seems a little rude. ”

Wang Kefan said: "Professor, in fact, I think it would be even more impolite if I used my resume as a stepping stone to apply. ”

"Why?"

"If I insist on writing a written report on my current academic achievements, it will probably be even more ugly than the resume of a freshman who has just entered your school."

Thomson was silent for a moment and said, "Mr. Wang Kefan, I think that if you rely on your skills to pick up girls, you will not be able to impress the board of directors of the school and agree to let you teach at Stanford." ”

Wang Kefan said: "Professor, I just don't have a diploma, but it doesn't mean that I don't have the ability. ”

Thomson leaned back in the chair, pressed the custom-made big chair to creak, and said to Guo Yujing with a casual face: "Little grasshopper, I hope your boyfriend's ability is not limited to being able to please you." ”

"Of course." Guo Yujing smiled slightly, stood up and walked to the bookshelf in the room, glanced at it, took down a brand new tome, and asked Thomson, "Professor, this book was just published this month, and it has not yet been published in Chinese, right?" ”

Thomson nodded and said, "Yes, I just bought it the day before yesterday." As he spoke, he couldn't help asking, "Little Grasshopper, what do you want your boyfriend to perform?" Shorthand? ”

"Yes."

Thomson shook his head with a smile and said: "There are simply too many people in our school who have this kind of ability, and they have a good memory, which is not enough to become a professor at Stanford, but for your sake, I can let your boyfriend in as an auditor." ”

Guo Yujing disappetically handed the book with a thickness of about 400 pages to Wang Kefan, and replied lightly: "Professor Thomson, what you are going to see next is not an ordinary shorthand. ”

As he was talking, Wang Kefan had already picked up the book and flipped through it quickly as if he were scanning.

After many exercises, Wang Kefan's speed of reading books is no different from that of a machine, and in Thomson's view, Wang Kefan is not reading books at all, but just flipping books at a speed that is incomprehensible.

However, Thomson did not open his mouth to interrupt Wang Kefan's movements.

Thomson felt strange in his heart, but at the same time he had some expectations.

In the past few years, many prodigies from East Asia have brought great surprises to Stanford, among which Guo Yujing, a few years ago, was a group of young international students. Han Baichuan, who came to Stanford a year earlier than Guo Yujing, has left a deep impression on Thomson to this day.

In Thomson's view, it is not particularly unusual for a country as large as China to have one or two geniuses with high intelligence that have faintly reached the limits of human beings.

In particular, this person is Guo Yujing's boyfriend.

Things gather like people and divide people into groups, such a simple truth, Thomson really understands.

About half an hour later, Wang Kefan turned the last page and closed the book.

Thomson then asked, "Mr. Wang Kefan, don't tell me that you have memorized this book." ”

Wang Kefan shook his head, closed his eyes, and reviewed for a moment to make sure that every detail on every page of the book was remembered clearly, before nodding and saying, "I think, it should be." ”

Thomson held out his hand, and Guo Yujing handed him the book.

Thomson turned the first page and said, "Sir, show me your work." ”

Wang Kefan opened his mouth and recited, and after reciting half a page, Thomson interrupted him with some surprise: "Wait, now tell me, what is the last sentence on page 1?" ”

"Decadence, represented by Lawrence, not only failed to restore the revival of Britain, but on the contrary, it led to a misunderstanding."

"Page 2, line 3?"

"Worldwide, the speed of innovation in form has its own rules."

Thomson was stunned for a moment, glanced at Wang Kefan, and saw his expression of "you are casual", so he directly turned to the second half of the book, counted carefully, and asked: "What is on page 365, line 8, to the left of word 16?" ”

Wang Kefan recalled for two seconds, and replied calmly: "Period, and the closing quotation mark of double quotation marks." ”

Thomson put down the book and looked at Wang Kefan's expression, as if he was looking at an alien.

"Mr. Wang Kefan, are you sure you haven't read this book before?"

"Yes."

"How many books have you read in this way?"

"That's about a hundred."

"What are they?"

"Classical Chinese philosophy, ancient and modern Chinese historiography and monographs, German classical philosophical theoretical monographs, music and fine arts, and film theoretical monographs, etc."

"How well do you think you have mastered it?"

Wang Kefan smiled slightly and said, "Integrate and understand." ”

Thomson took a long breath, then sat up straight and said to Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing: "I'm going to make a list for you, there are about 30 books, and you can pick them up in 30 minutes." ”

Guo Yujing asked, "Test?" ”

"Nope." Thomson shook his head, "I have to be accountable to the school's board of trustees, and you have to spend at least the time to publish a decent paper in the journal Humanities before recommending you to the principal." As for the rest, we'll talk about it later when you get back. ”

Thomson was already typing on the keyboard as he spoke.

Wang Kefan and Guo Yujing glanced at each other, smiled slightly, and walked out of Thomson's office.

Half an hour is a short period of time.

The two walked out of the red brick building and walked along the quiet path into the campus community.

Stanford University is so large that the entire university town is a small city.

Because of its proximity to San Francisco, Asian faces can be seen everywhere on campus.

Guo Yujing took Wang Kefan's arm, walked to a nearby square, looked at the students and tourists frolicking in the square, and sighed: "Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, it has been three years since graduation." ”

"Yes...... Wang Kefan also sighed, "The older I get, the more I feel that time flies." ”

Guo Yujing smiled knowingly and said, "Listening to your words, it seems like how old you are." ”

Wang Kefan immediately laughed and said, "That's right, I'm obviously three years younger than you." ”

"You're going to die." Guo Yujing pretended to be angry and waved her fist to Wang Kefan, but Wang Kefan suddenly turned around, hugged her, and kissed her deeply in front of many people.

There were a few commotions around.

"Idol!"

An exclamation interrupted the sweet time between the two.

Wang Kefan turned his head and saw Liang Jing who was excited, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Liang Jing was a bachelor, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all and pointed to Guo Yujing, who was hugging Wang Kefan, and asked, "Is she your girlfriend?" ”

Wang Kefan nodded stupidly.

Guo Yujing let go of Wang Kefan, generously stretched out her hand, and said to Liang Jing: "My name is Guo Yujing, you are Liang Jing, right?" ”

Liang Jing didn't mean to shake hands with Guo Yujing at all, she opened her eyes wide, looked at Guo Yujing's face, and then showed a slightly surprised expression, and then shifted her gaze to look down.

Liang Jing looked at the twin peaks that could inferiority to death for many Chinese women, shook his head and said to Wang Kefan: "Idol, I said that you are too realistic, right?" ”

(To be continued)