"Students, something big happened just now, the newly received news about-"

Before the teacher could finish speaking, the hundreds of students below were already screaming, "The cat is dead!"

Then he got a response from many, and the students burst into laughter.

The teacher raised his hand and signaled that the students could let loose their emotions, and it seemed that he was also very enthusiastic about this matter, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for a teacher to allow students to be so noisy and indulgent in class.

Darker looked at the teachers and students who were immersed in the carnival in confusion.

"It seems that everyone knows about it, so I won't go into details. It's a big deal, so I'm going to adjust the teaching content today—"

The student who had just emerged shouted for the second time: "Teacher, we all know what to do, so let's start?"

The teacher nodded approvingly: "Good job, start!"

The large hall classroom of hundreds of people suddenly fell silent, and everyone lowered their heads to fiddle with the information terminals on their wrists, and lines of Atalantis words bubbled out of the input box like a trick.

The tense and excited atmosphere left Duck completely confused, and he looked around in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Internet celebrity Trapp's cat died.

Does this phrase have any special meaning?

What are these people doing?

Duck tried to stretch his neck to look at the same table, the same table was a petite glasses girl, seeing Duck's head sticking out, he smiled shyly: "Why don't you hurry up?"

"What's the hair?"

"Write a comment on the post in Trapp's giant blog space. ”

"Follow-up?comment?"

"That's right," the glasses girl looked at the big senior with a monster look, "This is part of the off-campus training practice, otherwise how would you save credits to graduate?"

"Credits? Graduation? What is Trapp the principal?"

"I hate it, let's get down to business!" the girl's face turned even redder, she thought Duck was pretending to be stupid, "The number of posts and comments you follow will be counted as credits, as well as the speed of your giant blog updates and the quality of your replies - your input speed must be super fast, right?"

"Uh...... Yes. ”

"No wonder you're so calm...... Ahhhhhh

The teacher, who noticed the anomaly, slipped behind them, and saw that the glasses girl looked nervous, he waved his hand to signal her to continue, and then gently patted Duck on the shoulder, motioning for him to stand up, "What's wrong?

Duck said calmly: "No, I just don't understand." ”

"What?"

"Now, everyone is writing that thread, commenting, and the theme is...... Well, the Trapp cats are dead?"

"yes, what's wrong with that?"

"Someone else's cat died, does that have anything to do with me, and am I to blame for it?"

"Don't be responsible, but it definitely matters, it's related to your studies, grasp the latest and hottest information and conduct preliminary processing and analysis in a timely manner, this is the basic skill of a qualified citizen!"

Duck almost didn't take a breath: "Teacher, I don't understand, what's the point of paying attention to such trivial things?

Duck said more politely, but the teacher smiled and patted him on the shoulder for the second time: "Hey, man, I appreciate your train of thought." Yes, yes, amnesia is a great way to be different, and an amnesiac is definitely more valuable than a dead cat, but, well, that's the Trapp cat, and ordinary amnesia is probably not as hot. If you have an idea, you might as well talk about it separately after class, maybe I can help you with the push, but for now, you have to do what you need to do first. Otherwise, I'll have to make a note of your practice. ”

"I'm really sorry, teacher, to be honest, I think it's insulting my IQ. It's better to go out for a walk or do a few push-ups than to spin around the butt of a dead cat. ”

This sentence caused a small fluctuation in the surroundings, and at least a dozen people stopped what they were doing and looked at this side in amazement.

Someone was whispering, and someone was holding up the information terminal and slamming it in this direction.

The teacher was a little dissatisfied: "What's wrong? It's none of your business, go on." He turned to Duck again: "Are you determined to get yourself in trouble? ”

Duck said calmly: "Teacher, I don't have any ill will towards you or the school, I just don't think I should waste my good time on these trivial things." If needed, I can write you a certificate that I am responsible for all my personal decisions. ”

The teacher's expression was cloudy.

"If the death of a cat can be brought to a university class and discussed, I think something must be wrong," said Duckron. It's either the world or it's me, and I'm not going to compromise so muddledly. ”

The teacher thought for a long time and said in a low voice, "If you choose your own path, don't look back." Moving forward or having a chance to live, going backward or wandering is a dead end. One last chance, do you really want to do that?"

"Yes. I refuse to do meaningless things. ”

"Maybe it will become an after-dinner conversation later, but at least for now, I am in awe of your firmness. Now, you're free to do something, like leave quietly, or see how others do it. The teacher looked at the students with different expressions around him and reminded him again, "Of course, you can always have a chance to change your mind before the end of the class." ”

"Thank you. Duck expressed his heartfelt gratitude to this dedicated teacher.

As soon as the teacher left, a green-haired student with a jujube pit head behind the glasses girl couldn't wait to raise the terminal and start taking a selfie: "What does it mean that a big event happened just now, right next to me, a powerful person who refused to take credit for a university practical class?

The next moment, the personal terminal was stuffed into Duck's mouth: "Hey, man, can I take the liberty of calling you Black Volcano?"

"Whatever you want. ”

"So would you be able to answer a few of my questions — hey, hey, guys, shall I start first? Did you know that I also gave up credits for posts and comments?"

After drinking the surrounding competitors who were vying for position, the green jujube core continued to ask, "So Mr. Black Volcano, do you know Mr. Trapp, and what do you think of him?"

"I didn't know him well and didn't have any ill will towards him – including towards his cat. I regret the cat's misfortune, but I don't want to comment on it, I just feel like it's a waste of time. ”

"Okay, you mean you don't have any personal prejudice against Mr. Trapp, but are unhappy with our current way of life, which is considered meaningless, right?"

"Yes. ”

So, what do you think...... Uh, what are you going to do......"

Duck grabbed his personal terminal, pointed the camera at him, and said, "Don't be nervous, it's easier this way - don't make it so complicated, simply, do something meaningful." Let's take a look at what we care about, on the street, an ordinary old man watering a flower by himself has someone posting attention, and the death of a cat of an Internet celebrity will trigger a change in the content of college practice classes, and it will also be linked to credits. Are we living all our lives in this stupid, fragmented entertainment? Is it that our happiness is based on a tommy girl who coaxes a baby in her mouth? Is it that we are too idle, or is the world too ridiculous? This is so ridiculous!"

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