"Isn't that just a lecturer?"

At this moment, a boy next to the tall and thin boy who looked like a scumbag looked at Zhao Sheng on the podium and said with disdain.

"Brother, believe me, university teacher, you are the best person you can get close to in your life."

The tall and thin boy looked at the scumbag boy and couldn't help but sigh and say in a low voice.

As for why the scumbag can enter a key undergraduate university like Zhongdu Medical University, I can only say four words, Zhongdu is local, and everyone who understands it understands.

"That's it? If you are a cow, you are still a lecturer? ”

The scumbag boy said with a look of disbelief.

"Don't believe it, just take a look."

The tall and thin boy pointed out the page of the editor of "Diagnostics" to the scumbag boy.

"Holy! He wrote this book?!! ”

The boss of the scumbag boy's eyes, as a scumbag who relied on policy to enter the university, he couldn't imagine what level he could compile textbooks.

"Brother, Mr. Zhao is only thirty years old, and being a lecturer at the age of thirty is already the upper limit of this age."

The tall and thin boy looked at the scumbag boy with an expression that you are a little unlearned and unskilled.

"But I think this editor-in-chief is Yu Zhongbo!"

The scumbag boy said very puzzled.

"Teacher Zhao is Professor Yu's student, how can Professor Yu have time to compile books."

The tall and thin glasses boy sighed again and said.

This is not learning, I don't know anything.

Many people are ignorant of the network resources that university teachers have access to.

University teachers, and primary and secondary school teachers, are essentially two professions, the threshold is extremely high, and the upper limit is also extremely high, and many people do not have this awareness.

For 99% of students,

When I was in school, the professors invited the students to their homes for the holidays;

After graduation, it is very difficult to invite the county deputy section leaders to dinner.

There are also people who were doctoral supervisors when they were studying for their PhDs, and they used to be teachers for many college students, and they were very kind and approachable in their daily lives, but since this teacher was transferred to work, if they want to see this tutor, they can only watch the news.

"Huh? Mr. Zhao turned out to be so good! ”

At this moment, the scumbag boy finally looked at Zhao Sheng, who was standing on the podium and was lecturing, and said very shockedly.

It turns out that the cow man is right next to me!

It's because I don't know Tarzan with my eyes.

"But what does he have to do with me?"

After a pause, the scumbag boy said again, and when he said this, his eyes revealed the kind of clear stupidity that is unique to male college students.

"You..."

"Forget it, you're busy."

The tall and thin glasses boy originally wanted to explain more to the scumbag boy how good it is to be able to compile teaching materials, but when he saw that the scumbag boy had taken out his mobile phone, although the volume had been turned to the lowest, the voice of [TIMI] still sounded faintly, so he sighed and said.

"Okay!"

The scumbag boy said happily, picked up the phone, looked at the game screen opened on the phone, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

It's really a sound of TIMI, and a happy debut; TIMI rings twice, and the teacher speaks in vain; TIMI rings three times, Mom and Dad are raising it for nothing!

A morning class, for some, is just two or three games, and for some, it is still very rewarding.

After class, Zhao Sheng did not assign homework, and his class has always had no after-class homework.

Whether to listen to the class or not, whether to strengthen after the class, and whether to review before the exam or not, all of these are all voluntary by the students.

It is no longer the time when teachers talk hard for a long time, and students rebel to the point of understanding.

Zhao Sheng packed up his things and was just about to come out of the classroom, when suddenly a voice came.

"Teacher, can I copy this courseware?"

Zhao Sheng saw that it was the tall and thin glasses boy who asked the question just now, and when he looked at Zhao Sheng, there was something flashing in his eyes, it was the light of thirst for knowledge!

"Yes."

Zhao Sheng nodded, this courseware, he also spent a lot of effort to make, it can be said that the content on the courseware is derived from clinical experience bit by bit, all of which have been tested in practice, and can be directly used in clinical practice.

If you can memorize these knowledge points that Zhao Sheng has sorted out, not to mention anything else, internship or something, it is still very simple, that is, to do emergency in some community hospitals or county hospitals, this level is enough.

This tall and thin boy is still very discerning and knows what is really good.

Seeing that the tall and thin boy came to Zhao Sheng's copy of the information, the other volume kings were naturally not to be outdone, and they also came up to copy the information, and an atmosphere of competition spread vaguely.

Although everyone is a classmate now, there is also competition, grants, scholarships, various places, postgraduate entrance examinations, priority internships, etc., there are so many university resources, and they can only be obtained through fierce competition.

It's the same with any other part of society.

After copying the courseware and leaving the big classroom, Zhao Sheng looked at the time, and it was only eleven o'clock.

Compared to working in the emergency department, this class is still relatively relaxed and there is no pressure.

There was still a little time to eat, and Zhao Sheng returned to the lecturer's office.

"Lao Zhao, is class over?"

The person who spoke was Song Sixian, who had also returned from class, and he taught "Neuroanatomy", which can be said to be difficult to learn, difficult to memorize, difficult to test, and even more difficult to actually use.

Students with poor thinking can listen to a book in class, let alone memorize relevant knowledge points.

"Hmm."

Zhao Sheng sat down, opened the thermos cup in his hand, took a sip of wolfberry American ginseng, astragalus and yellow essence soaked water, nodded and said.

"How's your class going over there?"

Song Sixian asked Zhao Sheng.

He's going to be in a bit of a bad mood.

The content of "Neuroanatomy" is inherently boring, basically all of them are memorization points, and they all need to be memorized by rote.

What's more, students still have worries about failing exams, and the classroom atmosphere naturally can't be much better.

"I'm over there, it's okay, I'm in place anyway, and I don't eat it until I feed it, so I can't help it."

Zhao Sheng said casually.

One of the good things about university teachers is that they don't have much pressure to teach, and the pressure mainly comes from doing scientific research.

University is a guided education, not cramming, which is completely different from the way of education before university.

"It's hard to teach."

Song Sixian sighed.

"Today's students are different from ours, we can read, everyone really wants to learn things, and what the teacher doesn't talk about is trying to learn by themselves."

On the other hand, for the vast majority of universities, teaching has actually become dispensable, and for teachers, teaching is a technical job with a meager profit.

Zhao Sheng said very realistically.