Ahh

Guo Shengye thought calmly, and his fingers continued to fly on the keyboard.

Fang Ping couldn't get an answer next to him, and he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

"You're really cross-traveling?"

"Are you from the same place as me?"

"What did you do before?"

Guo Shengye recalled with difficulty: "I used to be a rich second generation who ate and waited for death. ”

And it's a lawless bastard who bullies men and women, and can shout "My dad is Li Gang" on the street.

Fang Ping: "Damn! ”

Why are people from the rich second generation in their past and present lives?

Fang Ping felt sad when he thought of the house that his family had waited for ten years and had not been demolished.

"Then you're from ...... Ahem the world? ”

Guo Shengye glanced at Fang Ping: "You obviously come from a peaceful world. ”

Fang Ping's quail appearance when he first entered school is still fresh in everyone's memory.

That's the kind of mild temperament that can only be cultivated in times of peace.

Fang Ping was interested: "You are from the era of war?" ”

Speaking of this, Fang Ping said with bad intentions: "Then do you know what the wild king means?" ”

Guo Shengye's hand patted Fang Ping's shoulder, his hand strength was not small, and Fang Ping exhaled directly.

After Fang Ping calmed down, he leaned over and asked curiously: "Since you know the Wild King, it means that you are in a similar era as me." So how did you come from a war-torn era? ”

Guo Shengye asked rhetorically: "Why can't there be war in modern society?" ”

Fang Ping nodded: "That's right." So how did you die? ”

Guo Shengye asked, "Are you polite?" ”

Fang Ping also changed his words and asked, "Then how did you pass away?" ”

Guo Shengye said in a normal tone: "It's normal to die in battle. ”

While speaking, Guo Shengye's gaze never left the computer screen.

"Aren't you a rich second generation who eats and waits for death?"

Fang Ping said strangely, no matter what, it would not be Guo Shengye's turn.

Guo Shengye asked rhetorically with some confusion: "What's wrong with the rich second generation, the rich second generation can't join the army?" Can't go to war? ”

Fang Ping teased: "I can't imagine that you have been defending your family and the country in your past and present lives." ”

Guo Shengye rolled his eyes: "you." ”

He is not a prodigal son.

At the beginning, Guo Shengye felt that only he could bully these people, and outsiders could not bully them.

So he simply left a letter to his family and left home to join the army.

In the end, he died on the battlefield, which can be regarded as a well-deserved death, and he was willing.

"Are you okay? Get out of here if you're fine. ”

Guo Shengye flipped through the information next to him and said impatiently: "It's just disturbing the senior's study here." ”

"Why are you a senior again?"

"Nonsense, I'm going to graduate, isn't that your senior."

Fang Ping was speechless: "After that, wouldn't I be the first person in the 08th class?" ”

"Yes, you're right, I'll barely be the first person in the three generations of old, middle-aged and young people."

Guo Shengye also began to brag, although it is not as good as some old people now, but sooner or later.

Fang Ping stopped chatting with him, got up and said, "Then I'll go, don't look for me if you have anything to do." ”

"Uh-huh."

"Hey."

Fang Ping sat down again and asked, "Is your dog-beating stick method real or fake?" ”

"Can't you go?"

Fang Ping said cheekily: "I'll leave after I ask, are you really fake?" ”

"Of course it's true."

Guo Shengye said proudly: "This is a tactic practiced on the battlefield. ”

Fang Ping continued to ask cheekily, "Then can I learn?" ”

Guo Shengye was curious: "Didn't you learn knives?" Your governor is not enough for you to learn? ”

"But I also like Mr. Kim."

Guo Shengye nodded: "If you want to learn, you can go to the Demon Martial Arts Room to find it when the time comes." ”

Fang Ping rubbed his little hands and asked, "By the way, can you also create the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and I will definitely abandon the sword and follow the sword when the time comes." ”

Although this world has names such as the dog-beating stick method, there is no martial arts of Old Man Jin.

Fang Ping only realized that Guo Shengye was crossing after reading the specific moves of the dog-beating stick method written in the paper.

"Are you going to get out?"

"It's not that I have to make inches, it's mainly ......"

"To get out of here?"

Fang Ping silently glanced at the spear that suddenly appeared in Guo Shengye's hand, turned around and left.

This guy actually has storage space.

However, Guo Shengye has many secrets, and storage space is only one of them.

Fang Ping teased Guo Shengye, a mysterious man, in his heart.

Fortunately, Fang Ping himself did not have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Otherwise, he will get to the bottom of it and solve all the mysteries on Guo Shengye one by one.

Fang Ping thought, if there is really such a person, I don't know who will be crazy at that time.

Is it an obsessive-compulsive person, or Guo Shengye himself?

After Guo Shengye stayed in the library for a few more days, he went to Huang Jing's office with a USB flash drive.

Because of having a student who often produces moths, the current demon martial arts are used to special things.

After Huang Jing gathered all the teachers to finish the test papers, the examination room was set up in Huang Jing's office.

Guo Shengye handed the USB flash drive to Huang Jing: "Inside is my graduation thesis, you can help me print it out." ”

Good guy, Huang Jingdu was shocked, it was the first time he had seen such an unseen and arrogant student.

This is equivalent to the defendant suspect going to court, handing the materials he has prepared to the judge and asking the judge to print them out for him.

What?

The vice-principal of the Demon Martial Arts, that's fine.

Huang Jing staged a small theater in his mind, turned on the computer on his desk, and prepared to print his papers.

"The test paper is there, it's 9:27, you wait three minutes, and start answering the paper on time at half past nine."

Huang Jing pointed to the specially moved set of desks and chairs placed in the center of the office.

Guo Shengye sat obediently on the chair, waiting for the time to come.

The long legs couldn't be stretched under the table, and he looked a little aggrieved.

When half past nine arrived, Guo Shengye began to write the thick test papers.

It can't be said to be a test paper, it's almost a collection of test questions.

Guo Shengye began to answer the questions, and Huang Jing began to read Guo Shengye's papers.

Huang Jing was somewhat obsessive-compulsive, and while he was reading, he conveniently arranged an edition of Guo Shengye's paper.

Because both the teacher and the student are grandmasters, there is no need to eat, drink, and sleep.

So this particular exam lasted from half past nine in the morning until half past five in the afternoon.

It took a full eight hours of writing before Guo Shengye handed in the paper.

After handing in the paper, Guo Shengye was dissatisfied: "Why are there so many discussion questions, my hand is about to be broken." ”

Huang Jing handed the printed and bound graduation thesis to Guo Shengye and said, "If you can write the golden bones, you can also go down in history." ”

Guo Shengye was silent, how embarrassing it was.

Write the test paper to the eight-rank grandmaster who broke his hand?

It's almost as good as a joke in history, and the election is about the same.

Guo Shengye held the paper, and the nails bound on it were neatly and neatly, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you, Lao Huang."

Guo Shengye patted Huang Jing's shoulder: "Then I'll go, you can correct it slowly, tomorrow's defense time will still be half past nine, right?" ”

Huang Jing said with a dark face, "Yes." ”

There is no respect, no big or small, no stinky boy.

Guo Shengye ignored him and left the office humming a song.

Graduation theses are really difficult to write, and typesetting is really difficult to typeset

(End of chapter)