This university, as expected, is not so easy to study. Chen Fuyun thought faintly in his heart, thinking about how to deal with some troubles that might happen.

There are two classes in the morning, the first is English, Chen Fuyun has always been not good at English, he can only listen to the book of heaven and mix up a class, the second class is a public class, taught by an old professor who seems to be highly respected, this old professor is very dedicated, from beginning to end did not use multimedia courseware to teach directly, but while explaining textbook knowledge while using chalk to write board books.

It may be that the Introduction to Art course itself is very boring, or it may be that the students of Su University have too tired and tired nightlife and are not restrained enough, looking at the whole room, except for a few good students who listen to the class, only Chen Fuyun listens to it with relish, and from time to time he also picks up the Parker pen of Tang Xiaowei at the next table and writes some notes seriously, summing up his experience or something, very seriously.

The old professor had gray hair and his eyes were not cloudy at all, and he soon found that the only male student in this huge teacher who did not lower his head to play with his mobile phone or sleep loudly, the professor nodded with satisfaction, and then, when talking about a knowledge point, he pointed in the direction of Chen Fuyun with a smile and said, "This classmate, can you answer what is the basis of film art?" ”

Chen Fuyun stood up and said, "The foundation of film art is montage. ”

The old professor nodded and said, "That's the right answer. Students, can you tell us more about your understanding of montage in professional language? ”

Chen Fuyun organized the language a little and said: "The original meaning of montage is derived from the French montage, which means assembly and combination in architecture. According to the content of the film and the psychological order of the audience, a film is shot into many shots, and then connected according to the original concept. In a nutshell: montage is the means by which groups of cut shots are connected.

The old professor smiled faintly, nodded with great satisfaction, and said, "It is well summarized, please sit down." ”

Chen Fuyun sat down as he said, and in the afterglow of his eyes, Tang Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaoyu, the two sisters, gave him a thumbs up, he touched his nose, smiled faintly, and continued to listen carefully.

The 90-minute class is simply the most painful thing for some students who want to leave the class as soon as they enter the classroom door, and it is too short for a person like Chen Fuyun, who has been away from the classroom for five years and is very thirsty for knowledge.

However, for Chen Fuyun, studying art obviously still can't meet his need for university knowledge, during the recess, Chen Fuyun specially chatted with the knowledgeable old professor, mentioning that he is quite interested in economics, the old professor is very optimistic about his knowledge-seeking and progressive mentality, and specially went back to the office to bring him a copy of Marshall's economics foundation.

Chen Fuyun was like a treasure, and after thanking the professor, he turned around and walked out of the classroom.

"Exchange student of the third class of visual transmission, Chen Fuyun."

Chen Fuyun had just walked out of the classroom not far from when a strange voice came from behind him.

Chen Fuyun turned a deaf ear and continued to walk forward.

"The legendary deflated three exchange students are really different from ordinary drags."

After a slight pause, and then shook his head helplessly, Chen Fuyun decided not to worry about the group of young men behind him who were already college students physically, and were still children psychologically.

That's what he thinks, but the dozen or so young and vigorous young men behind him don't!

A tall young man who was tall and sturdy like a calf walked towards Chen Fuyun, and when he was unprepared, he suddenly pulled out a one-meter-long iron rod and suddenly slammed it on the back of his head!

A vicious wind came after itself.

Chen Fuyun subconsciously flashed back!

Syllable!

Although Chen Fuyun dodged in time, the tall young man immediately swept the iron rod into the air after this knock, and directly swept his arm, and the sturdy stick hit the tendons of Chen Fuyun's arm, and the short and dull sound was terrifying.

After being slammed into a blow, Chen Fuyun's eyes were calm, and he stared coldly at the sturdy young student holding an iron rod and having a sideways face.

Chen Fuyun's eyes were sharp and cold, and he had a little murderous aura when he had just fought with a gun in the ruined cement factory two days ago, and when he stared at this tall man, he only felt that he had been pricked by a needle suddenly, which was very uncomfortable!

"Look at you paralyzed, I don't like people to look at me with this kind of fucking look at me!" The tall young man was a little frightened by Chen Fuyun's eyes, so he had to scold hard, picked up the iron rod in his hand, and slammed it towards Chen Fuyun's head.

Syllable!

Another dull sound was heard!

The tall young man didn't even see Chen Fuyun's movements clearly, and the iron rod in his hand flew away, followed by a meat fist the size of a casserole!

Chen Fuyun actually used his arm to block the iron rod that slammed at him, and then a straight fist whistled like the wind against the fleshy face of the tall young man.

The concussive fist wind was like a terrifying wave, but it disappeared in a flash. The tall young man's eyes widened, staring in horror at the rough fist with several calluses on the joints of his nose, which was less than three centimeters from the bridge of his nose.

"College students should be a bit of a college student, you are fighting hard here, pretending to be scolding, do your parents know?" Chen Fuyun withdrew his fist like he was fine, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff, and asked lightly.

"I know you're fucking a wall!" The tall young man is also a person who is used to being used to on weekdays, where was he insulted by Chen Fuyun's tone, his heart was horizontal, his teeth were bitten, and he slapped Chen Fuyun's old face!

Syllable!

Chen Fuyun's movements were so swift, his backhand was a slap as big as a pu fan on the face of this shameless young man, this slap was strict and strong, and the tall young man's body slanted, and he suddenly deviated from the center of gravity and slammed it towards the hard ground paved with marble.

Click, click!

To Chen Fuyun's surprise, he knocked the tall young man to the ground with one punch, knocking his mouth and nose bleeding, and losing two teeth, the group of more than a dozen young students who had been watching actually rushed up to take pictures.

In this group of people, Sun Xinghe, who was tall and handsome, and was slapped by Chen Fuyun yesterday, was also among them, and after he took the photo, he raised the Casio digital camera in his hand and sneered: "Funny little red guy, fight with me, it's a little tender." If you dare to hit someone, I will let you walk around without eating. ”

After hearing this, Chen Fuyun naturally knew what he was doing with this camera to take pictures, but he didn't get angry, he just smiled faintly: "I want to see why you can't let me eat and walk around." ”

Sun Xinghe glanced at Chen Fuyun and snorted coldly: "Little red guy, let's see!" After speaking, he turned around and left with more than a dozen fox friends and dogs, as for the tall man who was knocked to the ground by Chen Fuyun, he didn't even help him, but struggled to get up and ran up to follow.

Chen Fuyun shook his head, turned to leave, and trotted all the way to the school cafeteria.

went to the second floor of the canteen, Tang Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaoyu occupied the table early, sat there chatting and waited for him to arrive, seeing Chen Fuyun going upstairs with a smile, Tang Xiaoyu turned around very carefully and chose a few dishes he liked to eat, and came over.

The three of them were sitting together and having lunch, when the siren suddenly sounded outside the cafeteria, and within three minutes, more than a dozen students supported a tall man who was wrapped like a mummy, and led several young police officers to the second floor of the cafeteria, and walked straight to the area where Chen Fuyun was.

"Who is classmate Chen Fuyun?"

A young female police officer about twenty-three or fourteen years old, who looked white and clean, with peugeot features, a delicate appearance, and a heroic spirit in her eyebrows, followed the dozen college students all the way to Chen Fuyun, and asked in a cold tone.

"I am."

Chen Fuyun picked up the last bite of rice left on the plate, swallowed it slowly, raised his head, and replied indifferently.

"We have received a report that we suspect that you are involved in a fight in your school and are suspected of intentionally injuring someone, so please come back to the police station with us." The young female police officer took out her police ID card and said coldly.

Chen Fuyun's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the three words "Zhou Jinyun" printed on the police officer's card, and then his eyes stayed on the two solemn people's policemen behind him for a moment, and finally landed on Sun Xinghe, who was smiling proudly, and raised his middle finger at him with a smile.

This group of intellectuals is really smart enough to know how to use the power of the people's police to make trouble, and seeing that they are so sophisticated and quick to call the police, I am afraid that this is not the first time they have done this kind of thing.