A week before the final exam, Professor Ashley actually came to class in person.

All the students noticed that Professor Ashley was in a particularly good mood today.

On behalf of the class, Eric congratulated Professor Ashley on his recovery.

Professor Ashley kindly greeted the students whom he had not seen for a long time, and wrapped up the last bit of the semester with high interest: "That's it for this semester, and I hope everyone can get good grades in the final exam." ”

All the students looked at each other and thought to themselves, "Other teachers are talking about the key points of the final exam now, why don't you mention it a little?" ”

Professor Ashley ended the lecture unconsciously, and said to Duchamp, "Help me with the handouts and go to the office." ”

After Professor Ashley left the classroom, the other students were all frowning at Duchamp, and Mark waved a test paper and poked it with his finger, the meaning was very obvious: find the professor to get through the questions.

Duchamp couldn't help but laugh, quietly responded to a received gesture, followed the professor, and walked towards the student laboratory building.

On the way, Professor Ashley couldn't contain his excitement and told Duchamp the good news he had just received: "The Journal of Epstein Conductivity has replied to confirm that our paper on graphics operating systems will be published in the next issue of the journal. ”

"Is it a formal invitation?" When Duchamp heard this, he couldn't help but be happy.

"Yes, through formal exchanges, you can learn more from there, I have planned the time, go over in mid-August, study there for a month, you can go with me."

Duchamp hurriedly took out an invitation letter from his pocket and handed it over, carefully explaining: "The Chase Central Workshop has just mailed an invitation letter over, and there is a week-long exchange activity, which is said to be of epoch-making significance, and the Green Leaf Society is also one of the partners. You can also go to Chase first, and after attending this event, then go to Lehman. ”

Professor Ashley took the invitation letter, glanced at it, and was even more proud: "Chase's exchange activities are still worth visiting, you can go to Chase first, and then go directly to Lehman, and there is time to do it." ”

Duchamp hurriedly followed Professor Ashley's words and said that he would greatly reduce other affairs and try to meet Professor Ashley at Lehman as soon as possible.

"By the way, Stellary, you are responsible for the test papers of this year's Guiding Theory Exam, just be as difficult as last semester."

Duchamp smiled dumbly, complacent about his uncertain prophet.

When he was in class just now, he had already flipped through his textbook and produced a test paper.

July is getting to the end of the month.

It's late at night, and the lights are still shining in the underground workshop of Chun Nuanju.

Duchamp picked up the pile of leather bags stacked in the corner and silently began the final process: using a steel mold to press the wolf mark on the surface of the leather bags, then packaging the product and putting it into a cardboard box.

After suppressing hundreds of product imprints in one go, he stretched out tiredly, and it was really not easy to be a black workshop owner.

The book says that 80% of entrepreneurs start by selling their labor, which is not true at all.

After days and nights of hard work, the huge project of 3,000 wild wolves is nearing completion.

Duchamp took the pressed leather bag, smeared a little lubricating oil on one finished product, put it into the leather bag, put it away, and repeated the work of the next one.

"2981, it's finally coming to an end!" Duchamp triumphantly compared to a scissorhands, and lay wearily in the basement, asleep.

The next day, he went to his final exams on the last day, exhausted.

At half past five o'clock in the afternoon of July 19th, Class A of the second year of the Department of Guidance finally finished the last subject exam and returned to the dormitory one by one top-heavy.

The last subject is the Channeling Network, which consumes all their mental energy, despite having participated in many internships, it is completely difficult for many people to imagine and comprehend the laws of information flying in the sky.

In the dormitory, Duchamp happily proposed: "Let's also go to the Wilkinson tavern for a bar!" ”

Leermu buried his face in the pillow and said with difficulty: "No, it's difficult for my brother to even turn over, so I have to sleep until tomorrow morning." ”

Duchamp turned to look for his teammates: "Fang! ”

He was answered by a burst of snoring.

Dietrie lazily pulled out a few pieces of clothing, took a shower, and threw down a sentence in passing: "Styri, the three of us are counting on you for dinner." ”

Duchamp helplessly carried a string of lunch boxes to the cafeteria. He had an idea, turned a corner, and walked towards the white house.

The white house was overcrowded, and sure enough, someone was preparing a dinner.

Seeing Duchamp coming, many people shouted with joy: "Styry is here, Chef is here!" ”

Duchamp's vitality was fully restored, and he rushed to the kitchen, snatched the spatulas of the girls who were cooking, and occupied the favorable terrain, which was a burst of steaming, frying, boiling, and stir-frying.

When he was over, he suddenly remembered that there were still three lazy people lying in the dormitory, grabbed three lunch boxes and filled them, and put them on the stove to warm up.

After you have had enough food and drink, you pick up your lunch box and walk to the dormitory.

When he walked to the door of the dormitory, he heard Fang Zai shouting helplessly inside: "Why hasn't Stelley come back yet, the Sprinkle family is going to starve to death." ”

Learmu said cheaply: "He must have gone to the restaurant by himself, and will bring us some leftovers later." ”

"Here comes the leftovers!" Duchamp shouted loudly and handed over the three lunch boxes.

Learmor said embarrassedly: "It was just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!" ”

Fang took two bites, frowned and said, "No, this is not a dish in the cafeteria." He suddenly shouted, "Styri, you're going to be a chef again today, aren't you?" ”

Duchamp nodded triumphantly and said, "Brother is considerate, for your sake, I went to the white house to cook in person!" ”

Fang said angrily: "You go to be a chef, why don't you ask the three of us to eat and drink for nothing?" ”

Duchamp said helplessly: "Aren't the three of you all too tired to move?" Besides, there are many people in the white house, which is not good for Dietrie. ”

"What the hell, you mean I'm prejudiced against my civilian classmates! Please, if you want to be alone with the little girl in the research club, just say it.,Find a better reason next time.。 Dietrie exposed Duchamp's sinister intentions at a glance.

Duchamp said embarrassedly: "Dietrie, you have become bad!" ”

Dietrie buried his head in his meal, leaving him with the back of his head.

The next morning, at the school gate, there were several long queues.

Emma held a sign that read "Green Leaf Society" and repeated to the students who kept coming to gather like a tour guide: "Everyone is welcome to come to Green Leaf Club for internships." Behind her, more than a dozen students have gathered.

The other team was led by Goode to Pvennes.

“12、13、14。 Okay, our people are all together, have you brought all your things? Grab us and we're ready to go! Goode shouted loudly.

The eleven brothers' procession was belated, and after Duchamp and Goode had greeted each other, they all walked together into the city. When they arrived at the east gate, they would soon part ways.

Duchamp once again advised: "Goode, don't forget to hand over the package to Goethe, and don't delay the time to meet in the imperial capital." ”

Goode scoffed, "You nag like an old woman. "With the team, we walked towards the west bus stop.

Duchamp and the rest of the aristocratic brothers with musical instruments naturally headed south to the train station, and in this direction there were many classmates returning home.

"Hey, Mr. Remur, are you with us?" Duchamp found acquaintances on the platform.

Remur explained with a smile: "My family is from the imperial capital, so naturally I go back every holiday." ”

(End of volume)