Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 402: Storm 2

After the apprenticeship ceremony was over, the dean of the history department stood up in surprise, pointed at An Ning, and then looked at Mr. Yu.

Yu Lao took a step forward and explained clearly: "Mr. Shi, don't get excited. My master's knowledge, ability, and conduct are all superior to mine, so there is no need to be surprised."

"It's just that my master keeps a low profile and doesn't want the outside world to know about our relationship for the time being. I hope you can take care of me."

The old man who was called Mr. Shi naturally agreed. He was just surprised at An Ning and Mr. Yu's age.

A simple yet grand apprenticeship banquet ended. Everyone ate the food specially prepared by the Zhou family, chatted and relaxed.

We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be formal.

During the banquet, everyone toasted to the new life that was about to come. Everyone expressed their heartfelt thanks to An Ning through the weak fruit wine.

When the banquet ended, it was already past eight o'clock.

Several people from school went back to school together, and Yu Zheng drove Yu Lao and Li Chengze home.

After a good night's sleep, I still got up early for a run the next day. After the run, everyone exchanged class schedules so that they could find each other and dispersed to go to class.

An Ning and Zhou Xiaoshan walked towards the classroom of the mathematics department together. When they climbed up to the second floor and entered the classroom, they looked at their watches suspiciously.

not late.

Then why are so many people neatly reading books?

The unfinished buns in Zhou Xiaoshan's hand stood out for a moment. He took three bites and stuffed them into his mouth. It was probably because he was too choked and he choked.

"Cough cough cough——teacher——"

"understood!"

An Ning found the right spot, slapped it down with one hand, and the bun was spat out from Zhou Xiaoshan's throat.

"What?"

The loud scolding made Zhou Xiaoshan, who was pinching his neck, look over. An old woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a Chinese tunic suit came over with a book under her arm.

The most important thing is that she has buns on her face.

Zhou Xiaoshan quickly glanced at An Ning and saw An Ning saying with concern: "Classmate, you're welcome."

She...pretended not to recognize Zhou Xiaoshan and went in.

Only Zhou Xiaoshan and the old lady who was attacked by Baozi were left at the door.

The old lady's eyes were like laser rulers, looking at wherever it hurt.

"What's your name?"

Zhou Xiaoshan, who was asked, really wanted to say another name, but he still didn't dare.

"Zhou Xiaoshan?"

"Oh——the second one."

The old lady's mood didn't fluctuate much. She walked into the classroom and prepared for class.

Zhou Xiaoshan, who was behind, was smart enough to sneak in, but he just took one step.

"Clean up outside before coming in."

"Yes!"

Zhou Xiaoshan quickly ran out, took out a piece of toilet paper from his trouser pocket, cleaned the floor, and entered the classroom.

When he sat down, he felt like he was in another world. Had he been out for a long time?When did this third of the blackboard writing take place?What is the teacher talking about now?Why do you talk more and more?

Zhou Xiaoshan started his first class today in a panic.

Not only Zhou Xiaoshan, but also other students, everyone took the first lesson in confusion when the old lady came up and gave a lecture without saying hello.

The content of the first lesson was like a book from heaven, causing a group of students who considered themselves elites to begin to doubt themselves.

The old lady on the stage, with her back to the students, the writing machine on the blackboard, this question will be taught every time the school starts. The purpose is very simple, to suppress the students behind, don't be proud.

The 23 students sitting behind are all smart without exception. The smarter the person, the more they need good character, conduct, and even the ability to withstand stress.

So every year the mathematics department starts like this.

When the old lady's blackboard was full of writing, she took the eraser very skillfully and began to erase the previous content.

A student couldn't help shouting: "Teacher, I didn't finish taking notes."

The old lady giving the lecture didn't even turn around.

"I'm only responsible for speaking."

The movement of the teacher's hand did not pause at all, and the content on the first blackboard was wiped clean. Every student below began to feel tense, and the speed of his hands gradually increased.

When the old lady turned around, An Ning became the most conspicuous one.

There is only one girl in the class, An Ning, and she stands out.

An Ning was the only one in the class who didn't take notes. She stood out.

In the whole class, An Ning was the only one who was not so focused because she was looking out the window and stood out.

The old lady walked down from the podium and stood next to An Ning without blocking her view.

"Peaceful, right?"

"Hello teacher, I am An Ning."

An Ning stood up and greeted politely. The old lady was not dissatisfied or angry. She just continued to ask: "What are you looking at?"

"I don't know, I'm in a daze."

The old lady almost lost her composure due to the truthful tranquility. She quickly adjusted her expression and asked: "Can you tell me what I said?"

"meeting."

The old lady was not surprised. Among smart people, there are always smarter ones.

"How many solutions do you know?"

An Ning looked at the blackboard and said, "Five kinds."

"Five?"

The old lady's voice finally couldn't help but grow a little higher, and she asked confirmingly: "Are you sure?"

"Are you sure? If I write five types, can I finish class early?"

It wasn't that An Ning was arrogant, but that she had a very strong feeling of something inappropriate in her heart.

"Teacher, I am a Feng Shui master. I have a very strong feeling that something is happening. I don't mean to disrespect you."

An Ning's explanation made the old lady even less sure how to answer.

Her class, probably the most powerful student, told her that she was a math major. Feng shui master?

However, An Ning's serious look probably made the old lady a little more tolerant.

"Go and write."

"Thank you."

An Ning walked up to the podium in a few steps, picked up a piece of chalk, and started writing. She was faster than the teacher.

The old lady in the back had stopped moving when An Ning wrote the third solution.

The mathematics department is about to produce an extraordinary student.

After the five solutions were written, the old lady was fascinated by it, and it turned out that it could still be done.

"teacher?"

"Go ahead and remember to come to the next class."

"Thank you, I will."

An Ning ran out of the classroom. Zhou Xiaoshan looked nervously, but he had just figured out the two solutions and could not keep up with An Ning's pace.

Zhou Xiaoshan lowered his head and fought to the end.

An Ning on the other side went straight to the School of Finance.

Before she reached the teaching building of the School of Finance, she saw Yin Xuemei running desperately.

Yin Xuemei and Jiang Xia are majoring in finance.

"peaceful!"

"Yin Xuemei, what's wrong with Jiang Xia?"

Yin Xuemei ran over with all her strength and grabbed An Ning's arm tightly.

"The person in the classroom is named Jiang Xia, but the person is not Jiang Xia."

"He came on stage and introduced himself, using Jiang Xia's identity and Jiang Xia's achievements."

Yin Xuemei's words made An Ning's pupils shrink. Someone had replaced Jiang Xia's achievements and identity. What about the real Jiang Xia?