Xeon face system

Chapter 92

After a lapse of one year, Zhao Yang returned to his university days.

What's the matter with being a little strange?

Is it such a thing that the school was renovated while they were graduating?

Needless to say, Zhao Yang is a bit blue and thin.

I remember one year when they returned to school after the winter vacation, they found that the floor tiles in the dormitory were burnt and yellowed as soon as they opened the door.

After some investigation, the few people in the dormitory dared to conclude that the heating pipe was leaking.

The heating water sprayed on the bed was still dry, and everyone's sheets and bedding were like dried tofu, making it impossible to sleep at all.

Later, I went to the aunt downstairs, turned off the main valve, and turned on the electric drill. It was finally repaired two days later.

The dormitory had to be cleaned up, and the old garbage was swept out.

Ten pairs of socks that were no longer recognizable. When they first swept them out, they thought they were rats.

A few takeaway boxes, this is the source of the strange smell in the bedroom!

There were also a few Xiaoqiang who were fostered in their own dormitory who did not know when they were sent away during the cleaning.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang still misses it a little. If they know that they are going back to school again, they still don’t know how to laugh at themselves...

Principal Feng arranged a single dormitory for Zhao Yang, with a single bed, and the uniform bedding set by the school.

It's just boring to live alone.

But it also saves you from running in with others, which is an advantage.

"Graduate student..."

"Now the school is in the upgrading stage, so I can only get you a single room like this. What do you need to tell the dormitory manager?"

Before Zhao Yang could sit still, the old headmaster called and began to show concern for Zhao Yang.

After all, Zhao Yang is now the face of Qingkai University, and the dead old man on the other side has to rely on Zhao Yang!

"I know the principal."

Two years of postgraduate study just makes Zhao Yang's education look more beautiful, maybe Lin Ran's father will let go.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Yang finally felt a little more comfortable.

Two days later, Zhao Yang's postgraduate career officially kicked off.

In order to show the quality of his school and his amazing performance in the graduation defense, Principal Feng chose Zhao Yang as an English major.

Does Master of Translation know?

Opening the book, there was not a single Chinese character, Zhao Yang looked dizzy.

Although he had acquired English skills before, the headache he felt when he saw English had been deeply embedded in Zhao Yang's memory.

God knows what kind of trouble he will have during the defense...

The first class is modern British history, followed by English literature, American literature, translation theory and so on.

Glancing at the timetable, Zhao Yang, who was already sitting on his seat, had his temples twitching.

"Old thief!"

Coincidentally, when Zhao Yang went, there was only the first row.

Within 5 minutes, a chubby female teacher came in holding a lesson plan. When she saw Zhao Yang, her eyes lit up.

"Hi everyone, I'm a teacher of modern British history. My name is Zhang Liangliang. It's not the Malatang you eat, but Zhang Liangliang."

As she spoke, Zhang Liangliang wrote her name on the blackboard.

In the next two hours, Zhao Yang never heard a word of Chinese again.

Zhao Yang was drowsy. Originally, he was a science student who kept English at arm's length. Now let him be a master of translation.

What's the matter, can I still be a simultaneous interpreter in the future?

"After going back, everyone needs to do a PPT about the modern British history I taught in this class..."

what?

PPT?

Malatang just now, no, what did Zhang Liangliang say?

Zhao Yang was in a daze throughout the class, not knowing what Zhang Liangliang said.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me. After all, today is your first day as a graduate student..."

For Zhang Liangliang's Chinese, Zhao Yang was very grateful, but it was useless.

"By the way, for students who sleep in class, if they fail to complete the PPT in class next time, they will be punished."

As Zhang Liangliang said, she walked up to Zhao Yang, pointing out something.

The boy sitting behind Zhao Yang snickered.

Just now Zhao Yang was so sleepy that he staggered to and fro, and the back of his head hit the table directly, making a muffled sound.

Zhao Yang didn't even change his face, and even nodded in approval.

Just kidding, he has Xiaowan!

"Let's go to get out of class."

Zhang Liangliang looked at her watch, and said after class very casually.

Zhao Yang walked slowly to another classroom.

"Students in Qingkai University are like this. What's the use of a graduate student? Should I sleep or sleep in class?"

"That's right, the rubbish school is not as good as our school. The principal knows that it's useless to fix these things in one day."

Zhao Yang looked back, isn't this the man sitting behind him in class?

Damn, what happened to sleeping in class, isn't it just the back of your head hitting your desk!

"Which school do you belong to?"

Zhao Yang was two steps behind and walked to the side of the person who spoke just now.

"Never mind your business!"

Talking bad about someone behind their back is always the most fucking embarrassing thing in the world to get caught.

The main reason is that these two people are still on the campus of Qingkai University, which is embarrassing...

The two left in a hurry, as if avoiding the plague.

Zhao Yang walked unhurriedly behind these two people, anyway, he didn't know how to go next.

Those two people didn't bother Zhao Yang that day, and Zhao Yang didn't bother with them either.

At first glance, they are all lip-smacking, and they can't do anything else.

The first class on Wednesday afternoon is Modern British History.

Zhang Liangliang's figure appeared at the teacher's door on time.

Zhao Yang didn't struggle, and sat in the first row.The seat was clean, and I didn't even bring a book with me.

The corners of Zhang Liangliang's smiling mouth suddenly drooped.

"Now start the PPT explanation, this classmate."

Zhang Liangliang ordered Zhao Yang's table.

In her opinion, Zhao Yang fell asleep in class last time, and he didn't give himself face.

This time, I didn't bring any textbooks at all, which was clearly a provocation!

Qingkai University is currently in the review stage. If it can be evaluated, Qingkai University will get rid of the third-rate university and be promoted to the second-rate university.

Zhao Yang's appearance is likely to have a bad impact on the school's evaluation.

This is the reason why Zhang Liangliang is most angry. For this kind of unmotivated student, she can't wait to throw him out.

Under the attention of the whole class, Zhao Yang walked to the front calmly and took out a small USB flash drive from his pocket.

"Can I start?"

Zhang Liangliang followed behind, and when Zhao Yang turned around, her somewhat "stalwart" body was right in front of Zhao Yang, and the projection of the PPT also hit Zhang Liangliang's body.

Zhang Liangliang stepped aside in embarrassment.

"OK..."

Zhao Yang cleared his throat and spoke English more fluently than Zhang Liangliang.