In the university teaching staff system, no matter what the professional title is, teachers will have their own troubles.People with low professional titles want to climb up desperately, while people with high positions are worried about keeping their positions or standing higher.

But for Ye Li, work is work, and it has nothing to do with the position. The important thing is to do the right thing at the right time.

Originally, in Shen Yusheng's impression, most of the university teachers' energy was spent on writing and distributing articles. They only needed to perfunctory the students in class and bragged with colleagues after class.

But their Professor Ye, no matter in class or after class, is always in a state of busyness and concentration, work is his life.

He went to the office to pick up Ye Li that day, and found that he was still revising the courseware.

The man stared at the screen wearing a pair of old rimless glasses, and he didn't notice it when it was dark outside, squinting his eyes in the faint light to examine carefully.

When Shen Yusheng turned on the light, he seemed to be taken aback, turned his head and smiled at him with a nod, then went on to read his courseware.

While waiting, he took a sneak peek at the courseware, and found that he had proofread carefully both the text division and the unification of fonts, not to mention typos, which had never appeared in Ye Li's courseware.

"Teacher, aren't you tired of proofreading like this? What was used up in the previous session can be reused in this session. You don't need to change it all the time, and you don't have to pick it up so carefully..."

Ye Li looked at the screen and said disapprovingly: "The regulations change every year, and the courseware must be changed. And I don't like repeating the same content. How can you listen to me if I'm not happy?"

In fact, many professors in the school are academically inclined, and the teaching level is not very high.Ye Li became the most popular one not only because of his age and appearance, but also because of his serious attitude towards teaching.

He has always paid attention to taking care of the students' feelings, and really wants them to like this class and learn something, so his class attendance rate is much higher than that of other teachers, and there is no need for any compulsory measures to tie the students into it.

However, people with extremely self-thought and independent personality often face fierce conflicts with the rules of reality.

One day near the end of the semester, Shen Yusheng sent Ye Li into the office as usual.When he was helping Ye Li pack his briefcase, the dean strode in.

Peng Haiping is Peng Xiwen's father, he has been in this position for more than ten years, and he is also the one who watched Ye Li step by step from lecturer to professor.Seeing his aggressive look, Shen Yusheng guessed that he was going to talk about something important, so he stepped back and waited for them to talk at the door.

"Ye Li, tell me what's wrong with you? I told you last time, you must abide by this target!"

"All the students I lead fully meet the criteria for opening questions, and they have all been approved by me. It is impossible for me to distort the facts for the sake of indicators to embarrass them."

"You...you stupid brain!" Dean Peng seemed very angry, "Do you think it's so easy to be a master's supervisor? Do you think that you can do everything in this world as you think? Say one thing and say two things Is it two? Let me tell you, if you continue like this, you don’t have to be a mentor anymore!”

The two argued back and forth for a few more words, then the door slammed open, and the dean left quickly in anger.

When Shen Yusheng walked in, Ye Li was leaning on the wheelchair with his eyes closed, his lips tightly pressed, and his chest heaving violently.

"Help me get some medicine."

He took the can of medicine out of his bag and gave it to him.

The other party swallowed two after opening it, and said to him: "You go back first, I have to work overtime today, it will be late."

"But my teacher said she would take you to the supermarket."

Peng Xiwen even specially sent him a message today, asking him to go shopping with the couple.

"Go with her. I'm not in the mood to go shopping today."

The man just touched his face and turned the wheelchair to the computer.

When Peng Xiwen saw the boy walking alone in the old place, he felt the familiar sense of loss again.

"Teacher, he has to work overtime." Shen Yusheng scratched his head, "Tell me to accompany you, teacher's wife."

She smiled and said calmly: "It's okay, let's go."

In fact, she should have been used to it long ago. Her husband always puts work first.

Shen Yusheng obediently followed the teacher's wife, and helped her as a staff member when she was hesitating. Half an hour later, he was already carrying bags of various colors.

"How about you, are you afraid of following a woman?"

Seeing the big boy frowning and struggling to carry the bag, Peng Xiwen couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend? Is she also good at shopping?"

"Ah, not yet."

"No? You should be more popular with girls, right?"

Shen Yusheng didn't know how to answer, he vaguely remembered that Yi Chang had said something similar.

In fact, since junior high school, he has received all kinds of love letters and face-to-face confessions from girls, but he doesn't really enjoy this kind of thing.

Because he felt that it was too difficult to properly reject others.

There was once a girl who burst into tears after being rejected by him, and he didn't know what to do when he saw her pear blossoms raining down on her face, and he didn't know what he did wrong.

He is a little slow to the feeling of liking or love, but he is not in a hurry, he thinks it is good to let nature take its course.

Peng Xiwen took two bags from him and carried them by himself, saying: "I'm going to have a son in the future, so I can follow me and help me carry overweight shopping bags."

He looked at her and blurted out: "Does the teacher think so too?"

She shook her head and said, "I asked him, and he said he doesn't care, both boys and girls are fine. How should I put it, boys are skinnier, and girls are more likely to get hurt..."

Hearing the teacher's wife talking to herself, he felt a little astringent for some reason.He felt that maybe this topic was too emotional.

When he walked to the baby clothes area beside him, Peng Xiwen put down the bag in his hand, picked up two small and cute clothes with both hands, and stroked them carefully.

It seems that if you feel like this all the time, you can really get something.

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