Interstellar cat guide

September is coming to an end, and the freshmen of various departments of the Federal National University have been attending classes for more than a week. The vast campus stretches across the south of Capital Star, and it is full of vitality early in the morning.

A few students were wandering aimlessly on electronic bicycles, and a boy suddenly stopped in front of a wall carved with dragons, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

The senior sister next to her said: "We have arrived at the Ancient Cultural Institute. This is the glazed wall. It took the former seniors three years to make the two sides by themselves."

"Sister, don't you study accounting? How do you know it so clearly..."

"My roommate is studying history." The senior sister said longingly, "They have a visiting professor who is very young. I was pulled to attend a class, and I am pretty good-looking."

After hearing the words, the other people immediately walked along the wall with great interest, and after a while, they saw the grand gate, but the main gate was as exquisite and magnificent as an ancient palace. Although I didn't recognize it, I could guess that it was the name of the department.

Walking in the door is like entering another world.The royal palace-style garden can't see the edge at a glance, and the scenery follows the shape, imitating nature, and every plant and tree show ingenuity.Stepping up is the flowing water in spring, listening quietly to the singing of summer cicadas, plums and chrysanthemums competing for fragrance, and taller pavilions.

The senior sister said proudly: "It is said that this place has won the gold medal for space architecture. The runner-up was Mizushima in the air of Dwarf Star. You should have traveled there."

"I've been there. I didn't expect our school to have a better looking one." The freshmen exclaimed, "Is that hall a classroom? They're all heading there."

"The multimedia room is for visiting professors." The senior sister sped past as she spoke, hurrying to go to class.She has been obsessed with that professor since she took a class before, and the electric bicycle was ignited by her anxiously.

The bell rang, and the students sat neatly on their seats. The freshmen were still poking their heads, but the seniors and sisters were all excited, and hurriedly introduced: "The most handsome professor in our school will come later, Give me some enthusiasm, our academy will rely on him to support the scene."

In the expectant eyes of everyone, a thin man walked in with a book in his arms. His temperament was like a spring breeze, warm and reserved, calm and natural. His face was young and handsome, and he was more bookish than the previous scholars.

Mao Mi looked around at the students below and saw many new faces, so he wrote his name on the dust-free blackboard. The handwriting was chic, which aroused the students' amazement again.

He introduced himself briefly, and then started the topic: "Professor Yu Kongyou said that in the previous lectures, he found that it was difficult for you to learn the ancient history of thousands of years ago, so I changed the lesson plan overnight. The sequence and key events from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties to the end of the Qing Dynasty are roughly sorted out. In fact, each dynasty is worth exploring for a whole semester. I can only start for you, and you should take the initiative to learn the rest.”

"Okay!" There were only less than [-] students in the college, and at this time they shouted with the momentum of thousands of people, and they were bound to save face for their professors.

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Mao Mi couldn't help but smile a little bit shyly, holding a pen with her white fingers and began to explain seriously.

Their college is the only department in the university that still insists on handwriting on the blackboard. They often use light screens and blackboard writing. They always insist that the blackboard has its unique functions, not to mention that the current blackboard chalk does not raise any dust at all, so it is very convenient to use.

As long as he stands on the podium, he is like a different person. His conversation is clear and easy to understand.

The old professor Yu Kongyou often boasted about his student: "He has the gentleness and romance of young people, and the rigor and persistence of us old scholars. No wonder the class is full of people."

Visiting professors only need to attend five classes a year, which makes Mao Mi's return classes full, with no empty seats, and people from other departments secretly taking classes, which can be called a rare scene in the Institute of Ancient Culture.

A young girl who had just entered school held her cheeks in her hands and said stupidly: "How long will it take to be able to tell allusions casually like a professor..."

The senior sister Xinshou was full of excitement: "You will never be able to catch up with the level of effort of our teacher Meow in your life. Please listen to the class carefully. I don't know when the next time will be."

After Mao Mi finished telling a short history, he clicked on a short documentary for them to watch, and gave himself time to drink saliva by the way.

The students looked at the light screen for a while, and then at his face for a while, and they were so busy that they couldn't stop.

"Ah!" The girl was surprised again, "Why does the teacher look so familiar?"

Mao Mi usually does not wear makeup, and his clothes are extremely simple, and he is not famous at all, and no one will know him when he swaggers on the street. It has never been recognized.But two days ago, Chang Wuyou's finalized Weibo had a wave of popularity, which made people immediately think of him.

The girl hastily turned on the mini brain, and clicked on the makeup poster from a month ago. This comparison...

"Our teacher...is a star." The freshman was shocked.

But she didn't want her senior to know about it long ago, so she stopped her in a low voice: "There are only a handful of people in our school who know about it, so don't spread the word, do you understand?"

"Eh? Why is that?"

"If you don't want to be punished by Dean Yu for copying historical records, just try."

Frightened by this sentence, she shut her mouth, but the little girl still couldn't contain her excitement, she was busy with work, and quickly followed all Mao Mi's related accounts.Seeing that the documentary was coming to an end, she still couldn't bear to ask curiously: "Sister, why don't you know."

The senior sister paused, and sighed: "If he doesn't say anything, we don't need to ask. It's a place to study, so why bother with the teacher's private affairs?"

"Understood." She responded and clicked on Mao Mi's support club, looked at the tone of the support club, how familiar it was, and then looked at the senior sister.

Girl: "..." I seem to know something important again.

Mao Mi just pretended that the people below were discussing the documentary, so he ignored it. When the broadcast was over, he stood up on the table and continued to explain with a smile.

The girls screamed softly at his cuteness.

Mao Mi: "..."

The two-hour lecture ended quickly. Before Mao Mi left, he was besieged by enthusiastic students for more than half an hour, answering questions until he got dry mouthed and tongue-tied.

Walking along a hidden path, we arrived at a quaint courtyard. Inside were the teachers' offices, and the largest room in the middle was the room of Dean Yu Kongyou.

"Xiao Mi, come in quickly." Yu Kongyou knew who was coming when he heard the regular knock on the door, and hurriedly called him in happily.

"Oh, I've lost a lot of weight. You must be tired from filming." The old man took him to look him up a few times, feeling very distressed.

Mao Mi smiled and let him look at it, while taking out the tea leaves for him: "The special tea leaves are very fragrant."

"It's still you who understand me." Yu Kongyou was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, he carefully put away the tea leaves, and the two of them sat down at the table, chatting about the past.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and now they had a lot to say, from the current situation to the daily tedious details, whether they were worried or happy, they refilled several cups of tea, and even ate a home-cooked meal there.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the two of them could barely stop talking.

Yu Kongyou originally wanted to keep him for dinner before leaving, but Long Xiaoxiao had already driven a car to pick him up.

This is also the first time for Long Xiaoxiao to set foot in the Federal University. After entering Mao Mi's department, her eyes are extremely busy.

"Teacher, pay attention to your health, and I'll send you tea later." Mao Mi reluctantly waved his hand to say goodbye, and Yu Kongyou also said with a smile: "It's very good, remember to call often."

"Will do."

Mao Mi watched him go in before getting into the car, Long Xiaoxiao exclaimed: "Is this also a teacher and a friend..."

Mao Mi just smiled and said nothing, he and the teacher are actually more like friends, they are regarded as confidantes, and they usually replace wine with tea, and get along very happily.

Liu Wenwei, who was so busy, took time to cook Mao Mi a meal at home, and while watching him eat slowly, he said happily: "I picked another script for you... In fact, it was someone else who came to the door , I look pretty good."

"So fast?" Mao Mi asked in surprise.

"In the past, there were quite a few scripts. Didn't this be pushed for you? Now that you have the will to act, of course the more the better." Liu Wenwei continued with a look of selling Amway, ""One Hundred and Eight Immortals of Tianyu" You know, you were asked to play a cameo role."

"One Hundred and Eight Immortals in Tianyu" is the longest-running weekly drama on Capital Satellite TV, and it has already run for fifteen seasons.The original script was written by the professors of the Institute of Ancient Culture, and Mao Mi also helped write one or two episodes when he was studying.As the name suggests, this drama has a total of [-] main characters, including heroes, beauties, emperors, generals, and even gods and monsters.It can make people cry, but also make people laugh.The [-]th season is almost over, but only more than [-] characters have appeared, and people often joke that the show will not be finished when they die of old age.

Relying on the characteristics of weekly dramas, every two weeks the crew will investigate the characters on the Internet that everyone wants to see in the next story.

"In this voting, the Guiding Xianweng accounted for 60.00% of the votes. Although it was scheduled to appear for three to four minutes, there are too many fans of this character, and everyone's expectations are high. I think you can do it."

Mao Mi is too familiar with this play, at least half of the characters in it were designed by Yu Kongyou, and the guide Xianweng is one of them, a character who looks like a glimpse, but too much effort has been devoted to it.

"When?"

Liu Wenwei saw his heartbeat, and smiled: "Two weeks later, when the story of Jiang's gang leader Kongcheng's plan is over, I will shoot you."

Mao Mi thought for a while, and remembered the place where the fairy who led the way appeared: "Is it the part where Diao Xingzi and Nong Yujian were begging the immortal to ask the way in front of the Pengtuo River?"

"That's right, it's here... I can't remember those names, but they look pretty awesome..."

"Um……"

Mao Mi ate quietly, but the pressure in her heart increased sharply.

This clip is so magical.The three asked in front of the Pengtuo River, should they cross or not?Is it benevolent or not?Is it forward or backward?Every look carries such deep questioning and self-answering.

Fishing for Xingzi, Nongyujian, and Guiding Xianweng are the three people who use the least pen and ink to describe them, which can be called the most in the original work of this play. Because they have the most fans, they also have a nickname "Tianyu Three-person Tiantuan."

"You don't have to think too much, you have to leave early tomorrow morning to attend the celebration banquet." Liu Wenwei comforted in time, "And don't you have to visit the Dragon City crew, don't worry."

Mao Mi looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I always feel that you have something to hide from me."

"No way, the schedule is here, why are you hiding it from you?"

Liu Wenwei was busy adding food to him while talking, trying to change the subject.

Seeing that he was really eating in silence, Liu Wenwei heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he should wait for him to finish his visit before talking about going to Changqingxing.