When you get out of the motorway, your surroundings change.

High-rise buildings fill the eye again.

The air is filled with the modernity of the city.

After simply finding a fast food restaurant in the North Ward for a light meal, Minamoto Rarimitsu discussed the civil service exam with Sakuhatsu Koto, who seemed to have consulted a lot of information about the exam.

In fact, the popularity of the Japanese public examination has long since decreased.

Whether it is a small salary, or the overtime hours exceeding the limit of overwork and death at every turn, it has seriously affected the enthusiasm of applying for civil service examinations, and even the ratio of some relatively ordinary job applicants has dropped to the level of eight to one.

If this is placed in the country...

The frontier region can be rolled up to a thousand to one.

Of course.

Good jobs in Kyoto are also in demand.

However, Sakuhatsu Koto is quite confident.

Although I don't know why she has changed so much overnight, it is better than the original gloomy and directionless appearance, she should be full of ideals and ambitions at this age.

Just like Minamoto Yorimitsu said before.

I can't stay anymore, and I can support her.

It's always a good idea to try more.

Sending Sakuhatsu Koto directly to the hospital, Minamoto Yorimitsu went straight back to the apartment of the Shugaku, where he was going to hand in the opening report of his graduation thesis today.

Although they belong to the same class.

But the dissertation is in charge of different professional teachers, and about one teacher is in charge of seven or eight people, and Minamoto Raiguang and Kogi Harumi are in the same group.

When I drove in, I showed my student ID again.

This made Yuan Laiguang feel very troublesome, and planned to go back to the logistics office to go through the formalities and record the license plate into the electronic identification system at the door.

Empty when we got back to the apartment.

Although he had only been away for two days, a light layer of dust had drifted on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Yuan Laiguang glanced at the end of the room and realized that he had forgotten to close the window when he left, no wonder he felt that the room was a little dusty after only two days.

"Looks like we're going to have to clean it up tonight."

With a headache, he retracted his gaze, changed his shoes and carried the things in his hand into the door, and put away the souvenirs that his mother brought from home, Yuan Laiguang sat on the soft sofa, and the feeling of tiredness could not help but arise spontaneously.

Driving a car can be very draining.

Especially since today is Monday.

The highway from the countryside to the city was empty, but as soon as I entered the city, the streets were congested, and it took two hours to get home.

Yuan glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was already half past one in the afternoon.

After resting on the sofa for a while, I didn't bother to plug in the kettle and boil the water, poured a glass of water and drank it directly.

"This thing..."

Minamoto Raimitsu's gaze shifted downward.

He flicked through the sack that his mother had filled for himself, and inside was a pile of unpeeled corn, with yellow and green leaves stained with dirt.

Especially since it only rained yesterday.

The earth is moist and has a rich fragrance.

He hadn't eaten corn for a long time, and he just brought a lot of it this time, and Yuan Laiguang planned to cook two at night to taste it.

But his mind wasn't on corn at the moment.

Rather, it was something in a burlap bag that my mother had put up in a special wooden box.

Yuan Laiguang took it in his hand and opened it and looked at it.

A ginseng plant that resembles a radish but has a dark yellow color and a thin trunk is presented in front of you.

It is said that my father dug it up a while ago.

His mother claimed that she was very worried about his body, and gave him this thing in pain, and said that the effect of this thing was far beyond imagination.

Yuan Laiguang took a closer look.

It was found that some of the barriers had been broken.

Probably already used.

But he thought his father must have regretted digging this thing.

Maybe I'll want to stuff it back into the soil overnight.

Shaking his head, he put the thing away.

After resting in the room for a while, he sent a message to Xiaomu Qingming, but he was not replied to for a long time, and Yuan Laiguang was puzzled and didn't care too much.

I guess it was a traffic jam that came too late.

He went to hand in the proposal report first, and it was fine.

Simply cleaned up the room, Yuan Laiguang exported the computer files to the USB flash drive, and then went straight out to print things.

When I went out, I remembered that there seemed to be a lottery opportunity to no avail, and as soon as I thought about it, the roulette wheel appeared in front of me.

[The Sin of Lust (Micro): Lust Originates from Overly Intense and Immoral Love]

[Note: A sin of lust low-class roulette prize draw can be conducted]

[The roulette wheel has ended, please check the corresponding reward]

[Congratulations on obtaining the skill: Ontological temperament slightly increased]

【Rewards Loaded】

can only be so meaninglessly handsome.

Minamoto didn't feel any happiness.

It's an amazing state of mind.

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Yuan Laiguang first went to the printing shop of the Xiu College to print things, and then took the proposal report that had just been printed out and still had residual warmth, and went straight to the teacher's comprehensive office in the teaching building.

Walk to the door and stop.

"It's rude."

Symbolically knocked on the hidden door, then stretched out his hand to push the door open and walked in, and as soon as he entered, he saw many classmates, but most of them were unfamiliar faces, and most of them were girls.

Glancing around the teacher.

A direction was determined.

Walked to one of the workstations with the report.

Ten minutes later.

"Gen-san..."

Mr. Kitagawa is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, and his sparse hair is combed to the side to barely cover his scalp, and he feels that a gust of wind can take away the little hair left.

As a part-time teacher of the class, Kitagawa has a lot of contact with students.

Coupled with his nearly 30 years of experience, as well as his impression of a soft-spoken attitude, his handling of class affairs is not biased, and he is not a little arrogant, and he is a very respectable teacher.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Kitagawa?" Yuan Laiguang watched the other party put down the report, and after a moment of silence, he asked out loud, "Is this subject not in accordance with the regulations?" ”

Explain the application of management from the perspective of love.

I can't listen to it.

To be honest, he wasn't sure.

But Beichuan Guifeng shook his head when he heard this, waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down, without imaginary refusal, but looked at him with interest, and then said in a mocking tone:

"It's not out of order, it's just that your topic is a little different, and I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to defend it when the time comes, but I don't have a problem here, but you have to be mentally prepared in advance."

What's wrong with applying management to love?

Beichuan Guifeng has been working at Beijing University for so many years, and the students under his command have led one session after another, thanks to the local education adhering to the concept of openness, he has seen many strange topics with his own eyes, and the students' brains have also opened their own holes, compared to Yuan Laiguang, this is all trivial.

There are applications that can be applied to farming at home.

There are applications to sow calve.

There are also those who go to Gion to wash their feet.

It is also since becoming a defense teacher that Kitagawa Guifeng's cognition of management has been subverted, and he understands that everything can be managed, and his own thinking is too traditional and he should learn from students.

"I'm confident in that."

Minamoto said there was no problem.

As long as the proposal report can be passed, it is fine.

However, before he came back to his senses, he saw that Beichuan Guifeng's face in front of him became solemn, and then he said something inexplicable:

"Student Yuan, let's not talk about the defense in advance, I want to remind you of one thing, although we are writing the paper with a scientific attitude, we should also pay attention to some impact when collecting data."

The right words sound very reasonable, but when you think about it, it looks like nonsense literature, but he always feels that Mr. Kitagawa's tone is strange.

"What are you talking about?"

Yuan Laiguang asked tentatively.

"You confessed to all the girls a while ago, right?"

Beichuan Guifeng asked very dryly.

Yuan Laiguang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then remembered what happened before, but he also calmly: "Yes." ”

Seeing him so direct, Beichuan Guifeng didn't mean to be angry, but just sighed and said earnestly:

"Do you know that this incident has a bad impact, not only on your personal reputation, but also on other female classmates, and several classmates have already reported to me, saying that you-"

"Mr. Kitagawa, excuse me."

Before Beichuan Guifeng could finish speaking, a female voice suddenly interjected.

The girl who looked a little sunny and cute walked over, took out her mobile phone and handed it to Yuan Laiguang with a smile, and then squinted and whispered:

"Classmate Yuan, can you add your contact information, it seems that I deleted it by mistake a while ago."

“... Yes..."

Yuan Laiguang raised his eyebrows, glanced at the unfamiliar girl in front of him, and hesitated to enter the account.

The moment he finished losing his account.

A voice of confusion sounded beside him.

"Mami-san, you weren't a while ago..."

Kitagawa Guifeng's face showed a look of consternation.

It's just that before he finished speaking, the cute-looking girl was in a hurry, put away her mobile phone and hurriedly left: "Huh? What do you say, teacher, I'll hand in the opening report first, and you and classmate Yuan will talk slowly. ”

Seeing the cute girl coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry, Beichuan Guifeng's face was very stunned.

But his gaze turned to the door.

I saw a few other female classmates in the class.

and the sound of their communication in the ears.

"Do you want to get the contact information of Yuan Yoriguang?"

"It's coming, why did he suddenly become handsome, if I knew that he was so handsome, I wouldn't have rejected his confession in the first place."

"He's confessed to everyone."

"But as far as I know, I didn't agree, probably because of previous rumors, and there should be hope if I add it back now."

"Is it Yoshikawa from the Faculty of Letters? I heard that she has dropped out of school, so I guess it's okay anymore. ”

"Who knows, I didn't notice him before, I didn't expect him to be so handsome, you said that if you have a child with him, it will definitely be a modified gene."

"Don't rob me! I haven't been in a relationship yet! ”

"No, no, no, didn't you guys disgust him a while ago, let me bear this disgusting."

“......”

A few girls were chattering at the door of the office, without the reserved appearance of students in front of the teacher, mainly because they were about to graduate.

It's just that their words have attracted a lot of attention.

I just asked for contact information.

Now many people in the office are looking at him, at least he feels seven or eight eyes on his face, and there are even female teachers among them.

Yuan Laiguang touched his face a little thoughtfully.

And Beichuan Guifeng sat there a little messy.

Wasn't it the most beautiful Mai in your room a while ago.,Ran to my office and said why there are such disgusting people in the class.,Why is it suddenly changed now!?

He came back to his senses and looked at Minamoto Raiguang's face.

That's probably the case.

Quietly moved the mirror on the desk that was used to comb his hair every day to prevent the mirror from reflecting on his chubby face.

I brushed my little hair again.

I feel that this world is really unfair.