On the plane back to China, Chen Bo expressed his confusion.

"Why do you want to tell Prad this, I think he's a little bit of a problem."

Wang Xu turned his head and looked back from the porthole, he pursed his lips, and shrugged his shoulders relaxedly, as if smiling but not smiling, unpredictable.

"You've guessed it, he's a bit of a problem." Wang Xu paused for a moment, and then added: "He's a psychopath. ”

"Psychosis? Really fake. Chen Bo looked incredulous.

Wang Xu nodded affirmatively: "Really, he posted a confirmed report on his personal social account in the early years, but anyone who knows a little about him knows it well, but this does not prevent us from doing business with him." ”

"This may be a disease peculiar to artists, I think many people have it, but there is a difference in degree, and that fleeting inspiration always needs to pay an inhuman price to grasp."

Wang Xu seemed to have forgotten something important, and suddenly turned on his mobile phone, and after half a minute, he raised his mobile phone, and one side of the screen was facing Chen Bo.

"G.... Claire Fiz da Niere.... Otovsky's deep claustrophobia? What a long name. Chen Bo stared at the screen, and it took a lot of effort to read the name smoothly.

"Yes, that includes four famous sick artists: Claire, Fitz, Daniel, and Otovsky."

Wang Xu also shared the fun of the origin of this disease name, "When it was naming, scientists had a dispute, they all wanted to name it after artists of their own nationality, and many parties were deadlocked, and finally decided to write together, just like you see today, isn't it ironic." ”

"Isn't that also divided into before and after." Chen Bo teased.

"The front and back are decided by rolling the dice, what a bunch of idle and boring guys."

Wang Xu went around and went back to the previous topic, Chen Bo learned that revealing business opportunities to Prad was not a whim, but just wanted to take the opportunity to divert the attention of the other party, so as to get better discounts on the business he was concerned about at the moment.

"As for whether those money-burning ceremonies can be aristocratic, the market prospect needs to be studied, and I don't have the energy to get involved, so I have to let this guy help us test the water first." Wang Xu said.

"It's been a long time since I've been to Europe, and I don't have time to browse the culture." Chen Bo looked at the long-disappeared coast of love and let out a long sigh.

"It's just a tourist pastime, it's not easy to think about, just pick a weekend and you can go on the road."

Wang Xu has no good impression of the riots in Milan, instead of going to the real European and American cities to enjoy the feeling of a Jedi battle royale, it is better to immerse himself in the one-to-one city model imitated by the virtual world, so that the citizens there will not blatantly rob on the streets.

The two of them coincidentally received a voice prompt for the unread notification, and Chen Bo was quick to pick up the phone first to unlock the screen.

"The credit system is going to be reformed, starting with our term?" Chen Bo didn't read the content carefully, the eye-catching headline grabbed his eyeballs, the Internet has developed for decades, and the problem of the title party has still not been cured.

"Yes, that's good news, I finally don't have to postpone my graduation." Wang Xu glanced at ten lines and roughly figured out the main content.

For outsiders who don't understand the professional market, a four-year major takes seven or eight years to graduate, which will undoubtedly lead to misunderstanding.

There are two ways in front of the school, one is to simply extend the school year, round down with the average graduation years, enrich the knowledge system by filling in the curriculum, and forcibly make it an eight-year system, so as to ensure that students can complete the credits and get the graduation certificate in the semester to go to the society.

However, the school resolutely chose the second one, added a large number of social practice projects, and further compressed the original curriculum, which is equivalent to increasing the intensity of the original eight classes a day to twelve classes, hoping to speed up the graduation progress of the students.

"The new rules are not very friendly to scumbags." Wang Xu scratched his head.

As soon as he heard the word scumbag, Chen Bo subconsciously held his breath and substituted himself into the seat.

Wang Xu slowly read the detailed rules and said: "The social practice project is confrontational, that is, there must be a winning side and a losing side, and only the victory can get credits. ”

"If I keep losing, won't I never be able to get credits and finish my studies?" Chen Bo began to worry about his future.

"In principle, that's the case, but I don't know if he has a weak chicken protection mechanism, if your win rate is too low, he will assign you a stronger teammate."

"It's the worst news I've heard since I returned home." Chen Bo held his phone tremblingly, and his other hand kept twitching his thigh.

Wang Xu said with relief: "This is the first news, be confident, this is a new regulation, who knows if it is difficult to practice the project." ”

Social practice projects are divided into many categories, which can be roughly divided into two categories according to the form of expression, one is virtual experience, that is, students enter a special environment or era through immersive equipment, and what they do will not have an impact on the real world.

The other is real-life experience, such as acting as an ad hoc representative in a region to discuss the legal provisions of a dispute, or challenging an unlikely task in an extreme environment.

"The good news is that our monthly pension has gone up by 20 percent." Wang Xu had already turned to the colophon and extracted all the key information.

"That's one of the few pieces of good news." Chen Bo's face was happy, the pain caused by the reform of the credit system will not come until at least the next semester, but the money in his hand has indeed increased visibly.

"How can I still have a message." Chen Bo scrolled down and found that there was more than one unread notice from the school.

"Is there one? I'm gone. Wang Xu confirmed it, and it was indeed not.

"Oh, you notified me to make up for the exam." Chen Bo has no concept of this historical debt, and only knows that it is not a worry-free matter to fill in more than a dozen subjects.

Wang Xu reminded: "Then you have to pay attention, the subsidy may be suspended for missing classes and credits." ”

"What? Suspension of subsidies? Chen Bo's voice suddenly sharpened.

"Yes, in order to prevent people from receiving money and not studying, the new regulations this time make it clear that there is a high probability that you will stop sending money in this case." Wang Xu solemnly read the relevant regulations to Chen Bolang, although the latter's face was gloomy.

"I'll go, how much money I'm going to lose here." Chen Bo, who came back to his senses, immediately switched to the calculator to calculate the loss.

"It's okay, it's okay if you can finish the make-up exam before the end of this semester." Wang Xu emphasized at the same time.

"For the sake of small money, it's time to fill the hole." Chen Bo clenched his fists to cheer himself up.