Why do graduate students need to wear professional attire for formal occasions?

No way, graduate students are not actually students anymore.

The documents used to prove the identity of students are called student IDs, and the documents that prove the identity of students in elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university are called student IDs, while graduate students are graduate student IDs.

Even if you take the high-speed rail, you will find that in fact, the people written on the country's preferential policies are also 'students and graduate students'.

So, graduate students are not students.

However, graduate students do not pay social security, and they are not considered to be employed and are not protected by the labor law.

It can only be regarded as an apprentice.

What is the treatment of an apprenticeship?

Go without saying.

No one in Fudan University dared to play Su Caiwei's routine of returning the labor fee, but after all, the labor fee was pitiful.

Therefore, Su Caiwei's shirt is not the ultra-high-count fabric on Qingyun and Qin Manman, and even Tang Qianying, Chen Yue or those clerks in the company are not as good as the OL fabric.

She wore the 100-yuan cheap professional clothes that the students bought during their graduation season.

Although Mr. Xiao Su does not need to look for a job, after graduate school, he needs to attend academic conferences, so he still needs to dress appropriately.

After all, Su Caiwei was not even 17 years old at that time, and her face was very young and immature, so she could only rely on professional clothes to forcibly raise her aura so as not to be underestimated.

No way, no matter what country you are in, seniority is a hateful thing to do, but you have to pinch your nose and admit it, which may be the best way.

What will happen to this cheap white shirt when it encounters water, Su Caiwei knows it.

Looking down at the ghost paw mark on her chest, she couldn't cry or laugh.

Not only is there a large black in the white, but the masterpiece of the small farmer who was in the office before is also looming.

On the contrary, it is sexy and seductive.

She has some difficulty breathing when she looks like a woman, not to mention the big color embryo next to her.

There was the sound of the little villain's heavy breathing in his ears, and Mr. Xiao Su, who was rounded and flattened by him, couldn't help but arch his body.

Refusal is her attitude.

However, cooperation is the autonomous response of her body.

The lover's obsession with her body makes her actually quite happy at the moment.

A little ashamed, shy, but not much, after all, he was all seen in the office, and the little villain took advantage of her a lot during this time.

And this strange feeling, to be honest, Su Caiwei is not disgusted, and even secretly enjoys it.

Teacher Xiao Su held his arched head and let him continue to greedily plant marks on his body, declaring his sovereignty.

This kind of mark will make her very shy, for fear of being seen, but she has a strange and inexplicable urge to be seen.

She has become famous and has a master.

She has a dependency in this life.

However, after half a ring, Su Caiwei still pulled his ear, pushed him, covered his shirt, and said with a cold face, "Okay, it's time to go back!" ”

The reluctant eyes of the little villain buried in her chest when she raised her head made the corners of her mouth curl again, "Okay! It's too late! ”

A piece of candy, a big stick, then another piece of candy, a little push and pull, Mr. Xiao Su had a lot of fun.

Qingyun ignored her, her chin rolled around her neck and she was a scoundrel, and her stubble made her giggle, "Sister is angry!" ”

This little villain, how can he have the demeanor of a domineering president at this moment!

Pure and coquettish child!

However, Su Caiwei was even more proud at this time.

She bet that the childish face of Qingyun in front of her at this time would be impossible for Qin Manman and the others to see.

Because, only the outcast understands the outcast better.

She not only has to be weak, so that he has the idea of bullying her, but also has a desire to protect, and she also has to show some motherhood that Qingyun has never experienced in her life.

Fighting up his strength, Mr. Xiao Su, who had a horse-faced face, rubbed his ear hard, and said angrily, "Sister is really angry!" ”

Emperor Yun straightened up at this time, hugged her tightly in his arms, a pair of starry eyes sparkled, and said innocently, "Good sister, I'm thirsty." ”

Su Caiwei pinched his nose angrily and funny, and saw through his expression with a face, "Are you going to say you're hungry later?" ”

Thirsty, hungry, sleepy, prepare to stay here tonight!

Well, if you don't leave, this bastard won't dare.

After all, the problem of not returning home at night, no matter how generous Qin Manman is, he will not get used to him.

In the future, perhaps, it will also be after he officially bowed his head to Qin Manman.

Otherwise, Qin Manman would definitely be strict against himself.

So most of this little bastard just wants to break into his boudoir and sit in his boudoir.

Su Caiwei, who was popularized by the big sisters in the dormitory, knows this process very well.

Dry mouth...... Didn't he eat enough of his saliva just now?

Qingyun shook his head with a smile, "Things to be done later, I'll talk about it later, I'm really thirsty now." ”

As an entrepreneur, the process is a very sacred thing, okay.

Be obedient by your own actions.

Teacher Xiao Su, who didn't have anything to do with his ruffian, twisted his nose angrily, and turned around to prepare water for him.

No way, what if it's true?

The fact that this guy was holding his urine just now made her really dare not bet on this possibility.

Qingyun didn't take the opportunity to break into anything, just walked around casually on the first floor, looking at this building from the Republic of China era.

I have to say that the Republic of China is the paradise of professors.

This kind of house is actually not much better than the old houses on Huaihai Road.

The inner decoration, like a picture scroll of history, every inch is full of stories and traces of time, walking in it, you will be attracted by that unique atmosphere, as if returning to the era of the masters.

On the walls, delicate murals and retro wall clocks silently tell the glory of the past.

Gorgeous chandeliers, casting warm and soft light and shadow, illuminate the entire space.

Quaint furniture, each piece has a unique design and excellent craftsmanship, full of luxury and elegance.

The carpet is soft and textured, and every step is like stepping on the dust of history, and you can't help but fall into deep contemplation.

Display shelves around the perimeter...... It can only be said that it is a bookshelf, which is full of books, as if it is an independent time capsule, solidifying the traces of time in every corner.

Qingyun glanced at it, not only mathematical monographs, but all books, especially literary books that occupied a lot of space, and the covers of each book were full of historical vicissitudes.

The old-fashioned rattan sofa in the living room, with its white curtain covering the backrest of the chair, exudes a calm and restrained atmosphere, although it is slightly old.

The rocking chair by the window swayed gently, as if whispering, telling about those forgotten pasts.

No wonder, this place will be turned into a memorial hall by Fudan University in the future.

Su Caiwei's temperament has a feeling of 'poetry and writing in her belly', but she definitely has nothing to do with 'rough cloth wrapped career'.

has lived in such a family since she was a child, even if her clothes are not as gorgeous as Qin Manman's, the collection of books in this house makes her temperament not fall behind when she and Qin Manman stand together.

A copy of "The Blend of Numbers and Poetry" on the bookshelf attracted his attention, and when he took it out, he took a look at the author, which turned out to be Mr. Su's own work.

Looking at the books on the shelves around him, Emperor Yun inexplicably understood.

Su Caiwei, who brought him a glass of warm water, was startled by his gurgling drinking action before he could say anything.

In an instant, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled shyly, "I want to." ”

Su Caiwei suddenly glared at him with tears and laughter.

If nothing else, she has a new understanding of the endurance of this thing.

It's so suffocating!

The cup she had just brought was not big, and she thought it was his excuse, thinking that it was too late, and she drank too much water and got up the next day with edema, so she didn't take it much.

But now it seems that this bastard really didn't lie to her, he was really thirsty.

Su Caiwei hurriedly went to change the big cup and took a cup, mixed it with cold water, took a sip to test the temperature, and brought it to him.

"Differentiation shows everything, and the ...... of geometry in my life"

The old man who has a volume of poems in his life, the crystallization of wisdom in his life, firmly caught Qingyun's eyeballs.

Su Caiwei stood next to her with water, with a gentle smile on her face, and she didn't urge.

The adoptive father's achievements also made her proud, and she didn't want to disturb him when she saw that the little bastard could see God.

After all......

In her heart, Qingyun's talent in mathematics is far better than hers, maybe it is such a momentary fascination that will make him have some brilliant ideas in his heart.

Although this book has been published in the world, many people have read it, in addition to lamenting that Old Man Su's poems are unique, they can only sigh that they can't understand it.

After all, it's math in particular......

But on the road of scientific research, sometimes, things are so full of metaphysical meaning.

In just a moment, some geniuses can achieve enlightenment.

Cloud Emperor ......

Obviously, he's someone else.

He realized the way of a fart.

Mathematically, if he had such a high talent, as for being pressed under Qin Manman in his previous life, he wouldn't be able to turn over?

Physics is pretty much the same.

But the collapse of the physical world cannot be reversed by himself, so he can only hold back the aggrieved interdisciplinary and chemistry together with the paper, willing to be a cow, hoping that the progress of the times can blow away the dark clouds and truly rebuild the edifice of physics.

What else to do?

Physicists also need to be on the right track.

Anyway, the edifice of physics has collapsed more than once, and the edifice of physics has collapsed more than once, and it is not known that in the end all the ruins will be put together and a new discipline will be erected.

He's just thinking about interdisciplinary things.

Originally, he was a professor majoring in physics and chemistry, and Mr. Su's combination of mathematics and poetry made him feel a little perceptual in his heart.

While thinking about interdisciplinarity, Qingyun reached out to hold the water cup in Su Caiwei's hand.

However, because he was so focused, he didn't notice that the size of the cup had changed when he drank the water, and the water inevitably leaked out.

Fortunately, he moved quickly and didn't wet the book.

However, the shirt on his body was also soaked in soup, and a lot of it was spilled on his trousers.

Teacher Xiao Su was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly went to find a tissue to absorb water.

One of the great advantages of the high-count fabric is that it can absorb water, and when she turns around, she realizes that she doesn't want to waste paper towels, and they have all spread.

Su Caiwei looked at his shirt and pants depressedly, and her teeth itched for a while.

If it weren't for Qingyun's focused eyes just now that she couldn't deceive people, she had every reason to suspect that this bastard was doing it on purpose!

Emperor Yun was naturally smiling.

is worthy of God's father's favorite cub, he was still thinking about what excuse to keep.

Hey! Is this unfortunate?

Are you kidding!

He came in today, and he didn't think about going out.

It's not that the monkey is anxious to do something, but he knows Su Caiwei's idea of delaying the process at the moment, and naturally he needs to keep speeding up, so that he can have stronger momentum to bombard the critical point that breaks the deadlock.

Love is the first time when the energy is the greatest.

The further back you go, the more you get to know each other.

It's been a long time, and if you want to do something unexpectedly, the old husband and wife are in a state, and she knows what you're going to fart when you pout your ass.

"Scoundrel!"

Su Caiwei's face burned again.

A certain slut who was very conscious had already taken off his shirt and handed it to her topless.

Such an automatic behavior made her helpless, so she could only take it over, let him go upstairs, and prepare to use a hair dryer to dry his clothes.

Emperor Yun smiled and followed behind her and walked upstairs.

Su Caiwei can't help it, it's already autumn, and the night temperature in Huating in mid-September has returned to 20 degrees.

Let him go out in a wet shirt, in case he catches a cold, she'll probably be in trouble.

Su Caiwei knows very well that the stronger a person is, the more outrageous the condition will be once he gets sick, and she is like this.

Those three little girls, although they are not scared, there is no need to find trouble for themselves.

Of course, the most important thing is that she can't bear to let this little bastard get sick.

Su Caiwei's boudoir is on the second floor of the old house.

Obviously, this is a well-furnished room.

The bedding is a set of elegant and refreshing goose yellow, which has a pleasing psychological feeling and calms down in a bright and refreshing mood.

Visually, it has a slightly sweet and fresh atmosphere, representing happy and hopeful colors, diluting the quaintness of the Chinese furniture in many rooms.

There are some old paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, exuding an ancient atmosphere, as if every stroke tells the story of the years.

Translucent gauze curtains hung from the windows of the room, swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight shining through the curtains on the floor, mottled and mottled.

A desk covered with white muslin sits horizontally by the window, and the laptop on the left is set up by a stand and hidden behind the wall to block the light.

Next to the desk is a vintage-style rocking chair covered with soft cushions.

In the room, in addition to the wardrobe, the free space is full of bookshelves of different heights, which are filled with all kinds of books.

A green potted plant sits quietly in the corner, adding a touch of life to the room.

It seems that this is a quiet world for an intellectual girl, and every place reveals the calmness and wisdom of the scholarly girl's heart.

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