Fairyland, Big Problem

The old dean responded, the stone sculpture of the God of Dreams glowed slightly, and the commission was fulfilled.

The white fog-like images gathered together to form a piece of academic uniform and academic hat.

A common dress for graduation photos, wearing a black-bottomed bachelor's uniform and a hat with a formula.

The old dean's pure and beautiful dream is to see the students graduate and become talents?

That has to be realized many times, the so-called full garden of peach and plum.

Friend Handbook, Friends Jewel Starfish Online.

I haven't seen it for a long time, it has been upgraded two levels, and it is currently 23.

Although it is 3 levels lower than the crying mask, the gem starfish has evolved to its final form, and the 520 racial value is no joke.

Taking out the red chain, Wen Jiu briefly introduced the situation of "link" through his mind and gem starfish.

In the beautiful dream lounge, a faint red chain is drawn between the player and the gem starfish.

Wenjiu's special attack ability value: 6 (+58)

so strong...

The image of the dream is greatly refined, showing the difference in style and color.

Finally, I can see the color change in the image of the beautiful dream that has always been white.

The color bars on the collar of the bachelor's uniform are different in color and in slightly different styles. It can be seen that it not only corresponds to a bachelor's degree, but also a master's degree and a doctor's degree.

Layers of figures in graduation uniforms surrounded the old dean, as if all the graduates brought out in the past had returned to see them off.

However, the dream that this beautiful dream image specifically refers to... What is it?

Want to meet former students?

"Mr. Wen?"

After being in a daze for a long time, Professor Zheng called out tentatively.

"I have a question." Wen Jiu turned his eyes back, "The old dean is nearly a hundred years old, is he taking a back seat or retiring?"

"No, the old dean has been teaching on the front line, and this year he also brought graduate students. I didn't expect the spring to begin..."

Still taking students... That is to say, this group of students will not graduate until half a year later, and the tutor has fallen.

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought, and complex eyes kept coming from around him.

The young boy didn't talk about any detection methods, and he was just trying to make a fool of himself. The wards were full of big figures in the academic world. If it wasn't for Professor Zheng's face, they would have been thrown out long ago.

"Professor Zheng, what happened to the old dean, what about the students he brought?" Wen Jiu ignored the eyes of others and continued to analyze the situation.

"The students of the old dean should have completed their thesis. Finally, let him review and sign it, and then they can participate in the graduation defense."

Unfortunately…

Professor Zheng was hesitant to speak. The current situation of the old dean made it impossible to call him up to sign the graduate's thesis.

When graduation is approaching, it is too late for students to change their supervisors to re-understand the thesis, so there is a high probability of delaying the completion of a period of time to make up for a defense.

"Try it." Wen Jiu suddenly said such a sentence.

"what?"

"Try it, the old dean may hope that his last student will graduate smoothly."

The words were extremely out of place, and after a short period of suffocation, they detonated everyone's anxiety and doubts.

"Are you crazy?!" The relatives of the old dean finally couldn't hold back their emotions. "The old man can barely keep his eyes open and can't speak. You asked him to sign one more paper?"

The crowd gradually became irritable, and Professor Zheng couldn't hold back. Fortunately, the ward environment was not suitable for noise...

Taking a step forward, Wen Jiu rushed to the hospital bed before being blocked.

"Old Dean, I'll call the master student you brought and bring the thesis for you to sign."

The family and the two teachers were about to step forward to pull Wen Jiu away, when they suddenly heard a dry tone from the old dean's mouth.

"okay…"

There are only two short syllables that are light and fluttering, and they are transmitted through the ventilator mask, but they are very clear and unusual, and the sensation in everyone's mind is no less than that of a spring thunder explosion.

"This…"

Everyone hesitated, but now Wen Jiu's arrogance changed, "Don't hurry up! The old dean held his breath, hoping that you would understand what he meant."

"But the old dean's body..."

Some people are still dumbfounded, and some people have already acted, and hurriedly called the four master students brought by the old dean this year.

During this period, the old dean closed his eyes and didn't utter half a syllable, as if he was accumulating strength...

"teacher…"

"teacher!"

After hurriedly calling out a few times, the students who were about twenty-seven or eighteen entered the place.

The four students were holding the bound versions of their papers in their hands, and their minds were still dazed.

They received a contact from the professor, saying that they brought their graduation thesis to Changle City First Hospital and signed it for the old president.

I didn't want to understand the situation in my mind, I only knew that the tone of the professor on the phone was beyond doubt.

"Come…"

It was an old and dry voice again, and the old dean raised his trembling palm.

The family members hurriedly pressed the direction keys beside the bed, and the front half of the bed was raised, forming a state similar to a sofa with a backrest, and propped up the upper body of the old dean.

The portable dining table attached to the side of the hospital bed was laid flat, and the first student's paper was carefully placed.

The sick palm touched the cover of the paper, where there was the emblem of Changle University.

At the moment when he gently stroked the school emblem, the old dean filled with the rigorous and conscientious temperament of a researcher, as well as the warmth of teaching and educating people.

The state of writing and turning pages resembles that of him working at a desk on weekdays. What is poignant is that the hospital gown and the hospital bed always remind him that his time is running out.

After the cover, there is a "Statement of Originality", signed by the author of the paper, to ensure that the paper is academically independent and that there is no misconduct such as plagiarism.

Scroll down again, "Academic Authorization Statement" and "Defense Permission", both of which need to be signed by both the tutor and the student~www.novelmt.com~ The old dean waved his hand, and Professor Zheng next to him understood it and handed him a carbon water pen.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the vigorous and powerful name dances on the paper again.

The old man, who had difficulty opening his eyes, was able to sign his name neatly.

The second master's student, the third, the fourth...

The last signature slipped down, the nib of the pen lost its strength, and the old dean collapsed on the raised hospital bed. Even though he was on a ventilator, he still exhaled more and less air.

There is no need to call the medical staff, or the medical level of the vast majority of people in the room exceeds that of the doctors in Changle First Hospital, they know that time is running out.

It was only now that everyone understood that the old dean had been holding on for a while, hoping to send his last batch of graduates away.

It's a pity that no one understood its meaning, and he couldn't express it either.

In the image of a beautiful dream, the figures in academic uniforms took off their hats.

It's not the joy of throwing away the hat when taking the graduation photo, but putting the square-brimmed hat on the abdomen, bowing his head, and silently sending his teacher away.

drop-

From the electrocardiogram came the ending note of the music of life.

The wailing sounded, and the white crane went.

After a long time, Wen Jiu outside the corridor heard a call.

"Mr. Wen." Professor Zheng's eyes were swollen, "Thank you so much, otherwise, the old dean wouldn't rest his mind."

He was surrounded by relatives who had lost his temper against Wen Jiu, who also apologized.

"Mr. Wen, I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, ignorant..."

"Don't be so exaggerated, my methods are too much beyond common sense. It's normal to not believe it at first sight."

"Thank you, Mr. Wen for your understanding." The relative took out the mobile phone from his arms, "How to calculate the cost, don't be polite to us."

"I'm not being polite to you guys." Wen Jiu waved his hand, "I can't take any property related to the old dean..."