The villain is trapped in the system and begs me to let him out [Moriarty who worries about the coun

Moriarty handed the phone back to Du Ruoying: "I originally planned to ask you to accompany me to the tailor shop in the afternoon to order a few sets of clothes. It seems that it will be another day."

Tailor shop bespoke...do you really think this is the Victorian era, dear?Du Ruoying blankly gave him a blank look: "Are you still free to substitute for the class? Don't care about the task?"

"Then what is Xiaoying's plan?" He smiled and said, "Could it be that you want to devote all these few days to the task? So seriously study how to make the fake fire alarm come true without any trace?"

This guy, why does he always get beaten up every time he speaks...

"I suggest that we stop thinking about those tasks, return to normal life for a while, and relax." Moriarty continued, "Haven't you relieved your tense nerves for a long time—since you met Since me."

This is true.She shrugged, acquiescing to his proposal.

In a protracted war, preserving strength is the most important thing.There is no need to go all out all the time, that is tantamount to running a marathon with a sprint strategy.

"Also, I need some advice from you about the way you conduct your classes today," he said.

"Ah, so it is true." Du Ruoying suddenly said.If the students find out that this foreign teacher has never even heard of PPT, the classroom atmosphere will become very delicate, right?So she quickly went back to the dormitory and took over her computer.

Seeing the thin silver-white MacBook Pro being slowly opened by her, and the letters on the keyboard emitting a shimmer of white light, Moriarty couldn't help but think of the floating keyboard he encountered in the system space.

"So, is this a system too?" he asked.

"Huh?" Du Ruoying said in astonishment, "Yeah, this is for the MacOS system... Is your comprehension a little too strong, you can guess all of this?" She didn't know that he was referring to the resurrection system.

"So, you use this system to teach now..."

"Ah, how should I put this - the teachers actually use a software called PPT to give us lessons... You can understand it as a virtual blackboard and chalk, where you can prepare your writing on the blackboard in advance. Just project it directly on the wall and play it page by page." She scratched her head in distress, not sure if she explained clearly enough.

Moriarty watched the PPT's operation interface pop up quickly, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Then what should I do if I have new content to write temporarily?"

"Of course you can edit in real time." Du Ruoying got up and invited Moriarty to sit in front of the computer.She motioned him to shake the mouse to change the position of the text cursor, and then she typed a few lines of text casually.Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she swallowed the words that came to her lips, and said, "Why don't you use a blackboard and chalk, these two tools are also available in the classroom."

Because she suddenly realized that teaching the guy in front of her to use a computer was tantamount to teaching the devil to create a mushroom cloud—it would only seriously accelerate the demise of mankind.

"Well, that's fine." Moriarty nodded. "After all, this teaching method called PPT doesn't seem to be easy to master." text box next to "Click here to add a title".The screen feels odd to the touch, like a smooth piece of glass, but not so hard and cold.

He knew that the "system" the size of a dinner tray in front of him must be more advanced than the "mobile phone".She is unwilling to teach him how to use it in depth, and the reason is very simple-this "system" will definitely help him a lot in the future.

"By the way, Xiaoying, what do you think of the difference between PPT and blackboard classes?" Moriarty looked sideways at Du Ruoying, showing a friendly smile.

What the hell is this guy up to?Looking at his smile, she couldn't help feeling a shudder run down her spine.

"Each has its own advantages." She said cautiously, "Nowadays, PPT is basically used in class."

She recalled some scenes in the usual classroom.The teacher read the PPT page by page on the podium without any effort.Even the lesson preparation process is extremely easy-because those PPTs don't even need to be designed by themselves, they can just find a ready-made one on the Internet and use it directly.

But the students in the audience were much sadder.Since the speed of handwritten notes could not keep up with the teacher's page-turning rhythm, I had to desperately take a bunch of messy photos and save them for digestion after class, or just put them in my phone to eat ashes and never be remembered again.

Of course, even if he told Moriarty about this, he would definitely not be able to understand it.So she briefly summarized: "I can only say that most teachers like PPT very much because of its convenience. But most of the students find it difficult to get used to it because the amount of information is easy to overload. Although the blackboard is too much Primitive, but it may be easier for teachers to grasp a reasonable rhythm."

"So that's it, I understand. Then we won't use PPT this time." Moriarty said, "What do you think I should talk about tonight?"

Du Ruoying's gaze fell back to the computer: "How do I know? I'm an exempted student in English, and I haven't taken college English classes--but I don't think you need to be too serious, just chat casually, talk about the Victorian era Culture or something?"

Hearing her answer, Moriarty couldn't help smiling: "Abstract concepts fixed by words are often inconsistent and coherent with knowledge acquired through intuition[1]. It's just a distorted impression left by the times."

"I've read this, Schopenhauer's "On Education." Du Ruoying also responded with a polite and modest smirk, "Don't think that if you say it from your mouth, I will think it is your good opinion."

"I didn't expect that students with good character and learning would like to read this type of stuff. Are you a fake top student?" Moriarty retorted, "If I'm not wrong, your education problems today are probably still the same. Didn’t deviate from the discussion of that article? Instead of cultivating the individual’s own thinking and judgment, it is committed to stuffing other people’s ready-made views into the students’ minds. Past experience replaces intuitive feelings, thus creating a biased and distorted mind [1]—So what kind of yearning do you have for such a game rule, so you can run so desperately to such a front position.”

"Who knows," Du Ruoying said calmly, "Different from geniuses like you who spend all day thinking about the rationality of the rules because of excess intelligence, we ordinary people are doing our best just to follow the rules."[2]

This guy really had bad intentions. He seemed to be just chatting, but he accurately provoked the negative emotions that students often have.

But how could she be so easily bewitched by him.

"Anyway, Miss Ben is also a person who watches "Gintama". She has a very Buddhist way of life, so she won't be used by you casually." She thought.

As if sensing her thoughts, Moriarty narrowed his eyes.He smiled and leaned back on the chair behind him, and put his arms on it, as if announcing that everything was under his control: "Yeah, it's really not easy to seduce you. But, this And it's just you."

The breeze from Qinxue Lake gently moved the curtains in the bedroom, and also brushed his blond hair, making her feel a chill.

In the evening, Du Ruoying's mobile phone received a third call from Professor William. This call was from Gu Yue, the representative of the English class, informing him that the classroom for tonight's class had been reserved, and the place was in the small classroom on the second floor of the Department Building of the Jian Faculty. In the lecture hall.

So after dinner, the two of them came to the building of the Jian Institute.

The setting sun shines through the camphor trees on the boulevard, casting a patch of warm color on the water-brushed stone facade of the department building.As soon as the two walked into the glass foyer, they saw the library design assignments of junior students in the open exhibition hall.While it was still early, Moriarty pulled Du Ruoying to watch these homework exhibitions with interest.So Du Ruoying had no choice but to act as the narrator.

"This library uses trusses to bear the load on the roof, so it can open a full glass window tens of meters wide to see the sea. It should be a reference to Dong Gong..."

"The floors of this library are all slanted, allowing people to wander from the first floor to the top floor without knowing it. The reference is Koolhaas..."

"This copy of Zaha, this kind of curved surface shape is popular recently, and those who can be parametric can generally get high scores..."

"This one borrows from MVRDV's 'Eye of the Coast'..."

……

Although she vaguely felt that Moriarty couldn't fully understand what she was saying, he seemed to be listening with gusto, and kept urging Du Ruoying to introduce the next one, as if he could keep listening.This made her confused: "You are so interested in architectural design? It doesn't look like it."

"Hey, I'm really not interested in your subject that neither respects mathematics nor human nature." He smiled again, "What I'm interested in is your selfless blind imitation behavior, So please introduce me a little more."

"Fuck you!" Sure enough, he received the expected ridicule.

Moriarty, who avoided Du Ruoying's attack, turned around and picked up two quarto-sized KT boards from the corner, with two portraits printed on them, covered with a thin layer of dust: "What are these?"

"The homework display board used in the past," Du Ruoying said, "this is Leoh, this is Louis. Both of them are master architects and idols of many people..."

Listening to Du Ruoying's eloquent introduction, Moriarty nodded slightly.

"This, it looks like it will work," he thought to himself.

At eight o'clock in the evening, English class begins.

The small lecture hall on the second floor of Jianyuan was full of seats, and there were even many more students who came to observe.Their eyes were focused on the young professor with blond hair and red eyes on the podium, and the mysterious easels on both sides of him covered with white cloth.

The whispering sound stopped abruptly as he slowly raised his eyes, Moriarty looked around at everyone in the lecture theater, and then said, "I'm sorry I didn't prepare a PPT for you today, because I am a staunch anti-PPT Hearing this, many students' eyes lit up - except for Du Ruoying.

"Hey, you just don't know how to use it at all, and it sounds so nice." She gave him a speechless look, "It turns out that the reason for asking the question about the pros and cons of the PPT class was to say this sentence to win people's hearts. You are really here, William "Of course, the above complaints are all just inner OS, and she doesn't have the courage to speak out.

Moriarty turned around and lifted off the white cloths on the easels on both sides, revealing the photo panels with the pictures of Master Leoh and Master Louis: "Let's start with a light topic, students. Leoh, the accomplished architect ;Louis, an architect dedicated to his ideals - which one do you want to be?"

Discussions erupted in the classroom immediately.

"Of course I became Leoh. I came to study architecture because I admired him."

"Hey, is there still a choice? I must want to be Louis. This is the pinnacle of modernism, okay?"

"But Louis was too poor to survive in the end, so it would be better to be a master like Leoh who is good at catering to Party A?"

"Ah... Is there no option for Zaha?"

……

"Then, let's ask Gu Yue to answer her thoughts." Moriarty said.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Gu Yue who was sitting in the front row. She stood up hesitantly, and then slowly said: "I think... If I had a future that I could freely choose, I would dare to be an architect like Louis."

Is the subjunctive mood...

Upon hearing this answer, Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly.

He motioned her to sit down, and then said, "Actually, I hope you don't choose both—" A short pause made the classroom become silent, and everyone was waiting for him to say the next thing.

"Don't choose to be anyone, but be yourself—you should be the top existence in the reference coordinate system you have established. It is meaningless to spend your life blindly following other people's coordinate system."

As soon as the words fell, everyone vaguely noticed a burning smell.At the same time, flames sprang up from the bottom of the two display boards with the photos of the masters printed on them. Tongues of flame frantically licked the huge display board and soon completely occupied it.The bright, dancing orange-red light recklessly reflected on the white walls of the classroom, and also illuminated the stunned eyes of the students, all the way to the depths of their hearts, as if they wished to burn out some invisible power in them. the shackles. [3]

"In this world, most people don't live like themselves. Their thoughts come from other people's thoughts, and their lives just imitate other people's lives. [4]" Moriarty looked at everyone with a smile, "I sincerely I hope that everyone here can find your own way of expression in the future, instead of living like someone else imposes on you." 7K 妏敩

This strange English class seemed to end very quickly, and the bell rang in the blink of an eye.After class, Moriarty and Du Ruoying returned to 402 together.

Although there are 1 dissatisfaction in her heart, she really dare not be negligent on the issue of "watching him".Fortunately, 402 has two bedrooms, otherwise, even if she could only sleep in the stairwell, she would have to make do with it.

On the sofa, Du Ruoying was scrolling through Moments with her mobile phone: "You're going to die, William." She decided to call him by his new name, so as not to call out the sensational name "Moriarty" one day.

"Oh?" Moriarty came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, "Did something happen?"

"What do you think?" Du Ruoying turned the phone screen over and showed him the positive content, "Do you think your self-righteous enlightenment class is very good?"

At this moment, all of her circle of friends are posting the same scene - although the shooting angles are different, the central character is Moriarty.In the photo, he stood in a sea of ​​burning flames, his bright red pupils were almost poignantly beautiful reflected by the flames.

"Oh? Don't they like it?"

"It's true that there are a lot of people who like it—after all, Jianyuan is still mostly ugly—but there are always extremists." Du Ruoying said, "If you burn the photos of the master architect in public, you will definitely be slapped by the master's diehard fans. If you report it, you may even lose your job."

"That would be great." Moriarty said with a smile.

Du Ruoying raised her head in doubt.Seeing his calm look, she vaguely realized that he had already anticipated what would happen in the next few days.

No, it's not so much "anticipation", but more precisely - "planning."

"As you said, I don't have much time for classes. So I just decided to change jobs," he explained.

"If you want to change positions, why don't you just apply for it? Do you have to do this?" She asked suspiciously.

"Hey, I have to do this," Moriarty confirmed with a smile, "Because——I think being dismissed is also a very important lesson for students."