The Great God of the World

Chapter 112 Fog!Failing genius
At the same time, there was a wave of discussions on the campus forum of Tsinghua University, and the content was naturally inseparable from Yu Feng's achievements!
The difference is that some people, like Xu Jiao and others, think that Yu Feng is a genius!
But there is also a group of people who say that Yu Feng is a loser!

Because of Yu Feng's eight subjects, he scored full marks in four subjects and zero marks in four subjects.

Those who scored full marks were the four subjects that Xu Jiao found out, and those who got zero marks were calculus, physics, and a foundation of psychiatric analysis.

Among them, Yu Feng handed in blank papers because he didn't listen to a single class and didn't have time to recite the questions.

As for the last foundation of psychiatric analysis, it was because the great Freudian psychologist made a fool of himself and gave Yu Feng a +99 cigar smoking experience.

Therefore, Yu Feng also handed in a blank paper.

According to school regulations, more than half of the people who fail the course will be called to the Academic Affairs Office for accountability.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yu Feng received a call from the instructor Fu Lili, and was called to the Academic Affairs Office to talk to the new Academic Affairs Director.

……

The door of the Academic Affairs Office was ajar, Yu Feng knocked on the door twice, but no one answered.

Just as he was feeling strange, he heard a heated argument coming from the office.

"I absolutely disagree, let such a genius waste time on basic courses!" Professor Sun of Traditional Chinese Medicine patted the desk of the dean of teaching with righteous indignation.

Professor Qian of Western Pharmacology, "Yes! I'll leave my words here, I want this Yu Feng!"

English teacher Yang, "Qian Zheng, I came first to ask for someone! You have to say things first come first, right?"

"Okay, stop arguing. I have already obtained the principal's consent to transfer Yu Feng to my research group to be my personal assistant." Jiang Zheng sat on the sofa calmly and announced with a proud face.

Two professors and one teacher, Qi Qi used their eyes to say "Fuck" to Jiang Zheng!
At this moment, Yu Feng pushed the door open, and under the shocked gazes of several professors and teachers, he walked up to the director of academic affairs and asked with a smile, "I am Yu Feng. The instructor said you were looking for me. What's the matter?" "

The director of academic affairs had never seen such a student without stage fright, and was a little confused for a moment, "You are Yu Feng?"

Yu Feng smiled and nodded.

The office was silent for two seconds, and then Yu Feng's hand was hugged excitedly!

Professor Sun of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with tears in his eyes, said excitedly: "Yu Feng! I read your paper, and the answer is very good! I want you to do research in my research group! You can't refuse!"

Professor Qian of Western Medicine pushed Professor Sun away, and said with disgust: "How can Chinese medicine develop in the future? A genius like him must learn Western medicine of course!" As he said, he bowed his hands devoutly to Feng.

"I see that your interpretation of Western medicine theory on the test paper is simply a master! I, Qian, never believed in geniuses, but I heard that you have such grades without even taking a class. I really admire you." Very! So, I would like to invite you to my research group and join me in winning the Nobel Prize in the field of international medicine!"

It doesn’t mean that Feng reacted, just listened to Jiang Zheng who was sitting on the sofa and said: “What is the Nobel Prize? The medical field is even more famous than Nobel!"

After listening to the wave of compliments from the three professors, English teacher Yang burst into tears.

Mud, it would be great if there was a Nobel Prize for English!I don't have to worry about it, I have no words to brag about.

After listening to the compliments from several professors, Yu Feng smiled wryly and said, "Nobel? He himself may have to work for me. I don't care for awards in his name."

"???" The three professors were confused, thinking that Nobel had been dead for many years.

What's wrong with working for you?

Thinking of this, the three professors cast admiring glances at Yu Feng at the same time.

Not bad, such a genius, still remembering humor, a child can be taught.

Thinking this way, the three professors still wanted to continue chatting with Yu Feng and doing research in their respective research groups would bring many benefits to Yu Feng's future.

Suddenly, I heard a majestic cold shout from the door: "I see who dares to rob someone from the Shangjing Military District!"

When the three professors saw the person, it turned out to be an old man in a military-colored overcoat, and their hearts trembled.

After the three of them saw clearly the shoulder ranks of the servants behind Wei Changfeng, they finally couldn't help it, and silently swallowed their saliva.

This old man's servants are all captains?
What is the rank of the old man...

Thinking of this, the three professors immediately smiled wittily, and all made a gesture of "please" to Wei Changfeng with a cold face.

Of course Wei Changfeng refused, walked up to Yu Feng, and was about to call him "Xiao Feng", when he suddenly remembered the bet he had made in the wine fight with Yu Feng before, his old face blushed, he hesitated for a while, and pretended to be confused.

"Xiao Feng! I drank too much that day, if I say something nonsense, don't take it seriously."

Yu Feng naturally knew that Wei Changfeng couldn't save face. He obviously lost, but he wanted to renege on his debt and didn't expose it. He just said: "Oh, it's okay. I also drank too much that day, and what I said can't be counted. For example, I don’t remember anything about exchanging favors with you.”

When Wei Changfeng heard this, he immediately became anxious, and gave Yu Feng a hard look, "Stinky boy! Can't you save me some face?"

Yu Feng laughed: "The dignified chief of the Shangjing Military Region wants to renege on his debt after losing the wine fight?"

Wei Changfeng's old face blushed again, and he said as if he was going all out: "Okay, why don't we call you big brother! I did, and you have to follow me back to the military area!"

Yu Feng became playful, "Okay, if you call, I'll go with you."

Wei Changfeng licked his lips, stared at everyone in the room, and said angrily, "Get out of here!"

The Dean of Academic Affairs, three professors, and one teacher, the courage of the five combined, did not dare to disobey Wei Changfeng's order, so they immediately found an excuse to leave.

But as soon as they went out, the gossip souls of the five people immediately burned, and they lay down by the crack of the door tacitly, and began to eavesdrop.

Yu Feng: "Now that everyone has left, you can call."

Wei Changfeng: "Big... big brother!"

Yu Feng: "Pfft!"

Wei Changfeng was furious: "Stinky boy, tomorrow I will go to your father's place to read a book for you!"

Yu Feng: "Oh, fine. Then you owe your favor first."

Wei Changfeng slapped the table with a slap: "Yu Feng!"

Yu Feng said unhurriedly: "Remember, call me Big Brother."

Wei Changfeng: "..."

Yu Feng: "No, then I'm leaving."

Wei Changfeng: "Brother, you are welcome to join the Shangjing Military District!"

Yu Feng wondered: "Okay, then I'll forcefully be a guest consultant."

Wei Changfeng: "No! Must be a major!"

Yu Feng: "Troublesome, inappropriate."

After listening to the five people outside the door, their faces were in disbelief.

Professor Sun: "Did I hear you right?"

Professor Qian: "You heard me right, Yu Feng did reject the rank of major!"

Jiang Zheng: "Hey! He doesn't even disdain the rank of major, and I just asked him to be my assistant. I really don't know Taishan!"

The English teacher burst into tears: "What are you? I went too far. I still want Yu Feng to be my free translator..."

The Dean of Academic Affairs rejoiced: "It's okay, it's okay! I didn't say anything."

The three of them looked at the director of academic affairs together, "emmm, you performed well this time, so you shouldn't be fired!"

The director of academic affairs looked confused: "What the hell?"

　As soon as it was delivered, I just got off PK.

　　I got the news from the editor yesterday, and I said that I was suspected of brushing data, and blocked my recommendation.

　　To be honest, I didn't brush it, and I was a little chilled.

　　There is another update at six o'clock in the evening, let me take it easy, I'm in a bad mood today, and I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night last night.

　　But the editor still believes me.

　　No matter what happens in the end, our book was ranked 17th on the new book list this week.

　　This is your credit, thank you for your support.

　　


(End of this chapter)