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Bai Ai sent a message to Cheng Tao as soon as he got home, and the other party called back in seconds, making a lot of noise, apparently still at the concert.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ai asked.

"During the interactive session here, a fan rushed onto the stage in a frenzy. Fortunately, the bodyguards reacted quickly and didn't hurt your Senior Brother Wei." Cheng Tao's tone was sharp, with fear of panic: "He was wearing an electric shock baton. I only took it out when I got off the stage, luckily you left early and didn't stay on the stage..."

Bai Ai thought of the stare she felt when she was on stage almost immediately, and a chill of fear surged from her back, and she quickly asked, "Is no one hurt? What is the identity of this fan?!"

"Don't worry, no one was injured. The concert can continue. As for the identity, I don't know yet. The police just came and took him away. They said that they will contact us as soon as there is any news."

Bai Ai breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you're not injured."

Cheng Tao has a psychological shadow this time. He has seen a lot of extreme fans. He has seen those who madly kiss idols on stage, those who send their daily necessities, and even those who commit suicide for love, but he has never seen this kind of fan. Electric shock batons are ready to attack people on stage.

"Anyway, this incident has taught me a lesson. I will suggest to the company in the future that things like the interactive link can be saved. There are so many pairs of eyes on the artist, who knows if there is garbage mixed in."

While venting his anger, he did not forget to remind Bai Ai: "You too, the world is so big that there are everyone, today is Wei Zicheng, who knows when it will be your turn. Remember to disguise yourself so that no one will Find out your identity, don't go too far alone, don't go home alone when it's late, brother Cheng told you that the society is very complicated now, don't take it seriously, not only girls, but also boys Children must also pay attention to safety outside..."

I have to say that sometimes Cheng Tao really has the potential to be an old mother. He educates people one by one and does not repeat the same thing for a long time. Bai Ai is not a patient person, and he wants to hang up the phone after listening for a while.

Just then the door rang twice, and Xu Ji held up a small pot symbolically to him, silently asking if he could come in.

The faint fragrance of corn spareribs diffused in the air, and Bai Ai felt that her eyes might have straightened, she quickly turned her head and pointed at the dining table, said a few words to Cheng Tao quickly, and then quickly hung up the phone.

Xu Ji was the only one who came in. Bai Ai tilted his head and looked behind him to make sure no one followed him: "Where is Mr. Gu?"

"He has to go back first, he won't stay and eat with us." Xu Ji put the pot on the table mat, took out a paper towel and began to wipe his hands slowly: "And he doesn't like to eat these soups, don't worry about him .”

The words fell, and he wanted to stay for a meal but was ruthlessly rejected. Gu Mingsheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot far away, sneezed several times in succession, one after another, causing Rong Jia, who was driving beside him, to sideways frequently Looking at him: "What's the matter, is the temperature of the air conditioner too low?"

"No." Gu Mingsheng waved his hands, indicating that he was fine: "I just don't know why, but suddenly my nose is a little itchy."

There was still some distance on the way back, I rubbed my nose and the back of my neck casually, yawned, leaned back on the seat and continued to fall asleep deeply.

Here, Bai Ai went into the kitchen and brought out two sets of bowls and chopsticks. He picked up some of the biggest spareribs for himself with a blank expression, despising himself in his heart, why did he become such a foodie, obviously he wasn't like this before.

This neighbor is really about to adopt him.

During the meal, Xu Ji casually asked a few questions related to the thesis. When Bai Ai couldn't answer for the third time, she was forced to change the topic to the concert accident just now with red ears.

"...When Brother Cheng told me, that fan had already been taken away by the police. He has a tendency to hurt others and is of a bad nature. He will probably be locked up for a few days."

Xu Ji didn't expect this kind of thing to happen after they left, and frowned: "There are many such fans? Do you often meet?"

"I don't know how many. I haven't encountered it before. Maybe I'm lucky." Bai Ai said while drinking soup: "Actually, I don't think it's that scary. Which industry doesn't encounter some idiots? Besides, most of them They are all considered normal people, and the probability of such an extreme lunatic is only one in ten million."

"That's also very dangerous." Xu Ji's voice became serious: "Once this kind of one in ten million encounters serious consequences, don't be complacent because of the good luck in the past, and you must prevent danger before it happens."

He was usually indifferent and calm, but Bai Ai couldn't get used to him suddenly becoming serious.

Cheng Tao has known him for many years, and he can accept his concern as a matter of course. Xu Ji is different. In his philosophy, the two are still unfamiliar, not only because of the relationship between teachers and students, but even if they have eaten a few meals together , It doesn't mean that their relationship can be close enough to care about each other.

To be precise, it's not impossible, but he will feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Yes, cats are slow and exclusive like this.

"Well, I know." Bai Ai responded politely, and Bai Ai, who wanted to end the topic, didn't say anything else, and focused on the corn and ribs.

The kid didn't seem to take his words to heart.

Xu Ji unconsciously tapped on the table, thinking seriously about the meaning of the so-called extreme fan, and at the same time wondering what method he should use to make him realize the importance of self-protection?

For dinner, Xu Ji's purpose was to break into the inside of the target, and Bai Ai's purpose was purely corn rib soup and the pile of unpicked materials in the study.

Returning to the study after eating and drinking, Bai Ai gave Xu Ji a rough overview of the materials he had found: "These kinds of topics are easier to write about, so I am looking for content in this area, and I want to make a small point from it. Make a thesis argument..."

"Wait." Xu Ji interrupted him, leaning on the edge of the desk with one hand, pointing at the information book with the other, lowering his body slightly, as if he was wrapping Bai Ai in his arms.

Bai Ai didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by strange atmosphere very much, she turned her face uncomfortably and wanted to ask if you could stay away from me, so Xu Ji asked: "Who told you that the content of these aspects is better?" written?"

...Will he say that he searched it from Baidu Q&A and Zhihu?

of course not.

"No one, it's just me who thinks so. After all, I have studied for three years, so I still have this basic judgment."

"Although I really don't want to hurt you, but as someone who has written economic papers on both sides and searched for countless materials, your judgment has gone wrong, and it is difficult to find a specific entry point for the few you have selected." Xu Ji pointed out. The sharp point is on the several titles he listed: "Although the argument seems simple, it requires very professional knowledge to go deep into it. With your current level, it is difficult to meet the requirements."

Bai Ai was completely taken away by Xu Ji, and all his attention was shifted to writing: "Is it really so difficult? Then if I don't go deep into it, the requirements for undergraduate thesis should not be so high?"

"If you don't go deep, then you have to be prepared to change the content countless times." Xu Ji objectively stated: "The simpler something is, the more difficult it is to make it perfect. You must know that what you think is simple, others will also think Simple, it is meaningless to write something that has been written by many people, and when defending, because the content of the writing is not special, the responding teacher will go deep into the starting point of the question, and it is very likely that you will ask the question. Can't answer."

Bai Ai was taken aback when he heard it, and felt that something was wrong, but after careful consideration, it made sense: "So it means that none of the things I have drawn up can be used, right?"

Xu Ji said frankly: "No, if you think you are good enough, you can try to challenge it. As your thesis advisor, I will do my best to help you, but it will inevitably take several times more time and energy. , as long as you can feel that you have gained something."

"..."

To say that Bai Ai was still a little hesitant at first, after hearing these words, he didn't hesitate at all, cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I don't have a big problem with professional knowledge, but maybe I don't have so much time, forget it, I I'll go back and see if there are other things I'm better at."

"Yes." Xu Ji said kindly: "Do you want to listen to my suggestion first?"

Seeing that Bai Ai nodded honestly, a smile flashed in Xu Ji's eyes, and he took out a copy of "Practical Economics" from the bookshelf and put it in front of the two of them: "My suggestion is very simple. It will be easier to write."

Bai Ai stared blankly at the brand-new book in hand: "But what I have learned so far is still the knowledge in books, and there is a shortcoming in terms of time. If I choose to write in this area, I may not be able to write."

When he was speaking, he couldn't help but raised his hand and flipped through it a few times, looking at the general content inside with nerve-wracking eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that the eyes of the person above his head were almost on him from beginning to end.

Now, taking advantage of his headache and thinking, he lowered his body boldly, rubbing the tip of his nose against the top of his soft hair, as long as Bai Ai turned his head for a moment, he could find that the distance between the two of them was unbelievably close.

The author has something to say: Xu Jiaoshou: (seriously) Practicing economics is really easy, trust me.

Bai Xiaomiao: I find it very difficult... What if I can't write it?

Xu Jiaoshou held his glasses and smiled gracefully: Come to my house anytime if you don't know how to write, and I will teach you slowly.