Greedy process

He had a nightmare the night before, Fu Shiyu ate breakfast weakly, Wu Lingli went to the publishing house early in the morning, and asked his aunt at home to bring him a message, so he would go home on time tonight and tell her the story of his first love.

Fu Shiyu stuffed a bun in twos and twos, grabbed the car keys and ran out of the house, vowing that he would never see his mother again within a month.

He didn't have class in the morning, so he drove back to his apartment, slumped on the sofa, the dream from last night lingering in front of his eyes.Dreaming about Cheng Shu, there must be nothing good today.

In the afternoon, as soon as Fu Daxian stepped into the office, he was hit on the forehead by a notice. He squeezed a piece of A4 paper and said with a smile: "The college sports meeting and the School of Mathematics have been opened for seven or eight years, and the husband and wife still have seven years to go." It's the itch of the year, why do we have such a long relationship?"

Professor Sun, who was about to retire, patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "It's up to you."

Fu Shiyu: ...

The Faculty of Literary Arts of Zecheng University has a profound heritage, among which the major of Literary and Art is the most outstanding in the whole college, including a group of academic leaders, counting the two 70-year-old old professors who were rehired, the average age is over [-], and there are four young teachers. Fu Shiyu Fortunate to be one of them.

In the past four years, Fu Shiyu has won three championships in the four individual events of the Teachers' Games, namely the 1000-meter long-distance race, fixed-point shooting, and long jump.The only single event that did not win a prize was small rope jumping, and Fu Shiyu resolutely gave up.

After being suppressed by the School of Mathematics for many years, the Faculty of Letters finally dropped a dark horse from the sky. All the old professors felt honored and signed up for him in every project. The champion has no interest at all, but in the face of high expectations, he is surprised to find that his conscience has not been eaten by dogs.

Fu Shiyu resigned himself to going out to class, leaving a group of old professors to check all the sports items for him.

Fu Shiyu's classroom was at No. 301, the northernmost end of the third floor. He had just turned around the stairwell when he saw several people gathered in front of No. 302. He entered the classroom through the back door when he saw him coming.

Fu Shiyu didn't pay attention at first, but he casually took a look when passing by the front door of 302, which made him blurt out a dirty word.What fucking luck is this, to be next to Cheng Shu's grandson in the last class.

Class hadn't started yet at this time, Cheng Shu was sitting on a stool by the podium, wearing glasses, looking down at the lesson plans in his hand.The classroom was chaotic, and he sat there quietly, as if he had carved out a corner of silence by himself.

During the break between classes, Fu Shiyu heard the girls in the front row discussing Cheng Shu next door again.Fu Shiyu had heard those words of praise many times in the past ten days, and he had almost developed immunity.Okay, okay, it's really good-looking, okay, that's what I thought the first time I saw him back then.

"And he still writes with his left hand. I heard that left-handed people are very smart!"

Um?Fu Shiyu thought to himself, he is a fart left-hander. I stared at him writing every day more than ten years ago, and he used his right hand smoothly. He could not pass the grip strength test of his left hand by [-]!

Fu Shiyu pretended to go to the bathroom and left the classroom, and walked through the front door of 302 without turning his eyes. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the corridor, he quickly turned back and casually looked into the classroom.

Cheng Shu happened to be writing on the blackboard, and the chalk was held between his beautiful and clean left hand, drawing smooth white marks on the dark green blackboard.

Fu Shiyu sneered in his heart, he didn't expect that Cheng Shu would be so unscrupulous now, even the left-handed persona would be sloppy!Who can't write with their left hand yet!

He was not angry for a while, so he stopped at the front door for a long time, and when he looked up, he found that Cheng Shu was looking at him, and he was still lecturing in a calm manner.Fu Shiyu looked away abruptly, and rushed into his classroom through the back door.

When get out of class was over, the two of them went down the stairs one after the other. Fu Shiyu looked at Cheng Shu's fair neck in front of him, while thinking in his heart that the enemy's road was narrow.

The first student yelling "Teacher Fu" caught up with him. He was the grade leader of the senior year, and he went to another school for security research.There is a rule in the college that the senior students of Baoyan can be on duty in the department office as an internship. In addition to his job relationship, he used to hang out in the college office. Fu Shiyu knew his name, Zhao Chen, and he was very kind. guy.

Zhao Chen followed Fu Shiyu to the courtyard office side by side, and said with a smile, "Is Teacher Fu going to the courtyard office?"

Fu Shiyu responded lukewarmly.

Zhao Chen: "I heard from the teachers in the office that they will be evaluated for titles. Teacher Fu will definitely be promoted to a professor this year, right?"

Fu Shiyu: "Not interested."

Zhao Chen choked on him, a little embarrassed, but still followed Fu Shiyu step by step.

Fu Shiyu: "Speak up if you have anything to say." I don't care if you speak up.

Zhao Chen hesitated a bit: "I heard that Mr. Fu is the editor-in-chief of our journal, and I have to ask the teacher to take care of me when I publish articles in the future."

Fu Shiyu said stingily: "Blind trial."

He showed obvious impatience, and Zhao Chen is also extremely calm, so he still didn't choose to part ways with him, he insisted on going to the entrance of the department building before walking away under the pretext of going to the counselor to handle errands .

Fu Shiyu was most annoyed when others flattered him, but he could hear it every day, especially Zhao Chen. Fu Shiyu admired him a lot when he came down many times. This kind of psychological quality and ability to resist pressure are not something ordinary people can have.

As soon as Fu Shiyu went up to the third floor, he saw their dean talking to a man on the corridor between the two courtyards.Zhai Feng was just promoted to the dean of the Faculty of Arts last year. As soon as he took office, he carried out various drastic reforms. Some time ago, he wanted to renovate the building of the Faculty of Liberal Arts and make it into an ancient architectural style. There was no agreement, so the decoration plan had to be put on hold temporarily, and the air conditioners, tables and chairs and other equipment in each office were replaced. Recently, I wanted to hang some calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Zhai Feng called Fu Shiyu over: "Mr. Fu and Mr. Lin know each other, right?"

The man next to him is about 50 years old, gentle and refined, with great bearing. Although he is called a teacher, he is not really a teacher.

Fu Shiyu hummed, and said to Lin Yumian, "Teacher Wei has class today?"

Lin Yumian smiled and said, "It's just after class, and I'm in the office right now."

Zhai Feng looked at the time: "You two talk for a while, and I will go upstairs to prepare for the meeting." Before he left, he did not forget to ask Fu Shiyu: "Mr. Fu, hello Mr. Lin."

Fu Shiyu: "Come on, Dean, let's go."

As soon as Zhai Feng left, Lin Yumian heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the railing.Fu Shiyu smiled and said, "Did Dean Zhai ask you to write an inscription for the academy?"

Lin Yumian gave him a noncommittal look, and Fu Shiyu sighed: "Our dean is generous, and the remuneration is absolutely generous, did you agree?"

Lin Yumian smiled: "Jinnan told you in advance that no matter how much money you give, I won't write a single word for you."

Fu Shiyu curled his lips: "Don't, it's not us. There are more than 100 teachers in the Faculty of Arts, and Dean Zhai is in his own class. Hey, I heard that Teacher Wei has been doing fortune-telling in these few classes. When will he do fortune-telling for me?"

Lin Yumian: "I helped Jinnan write hexagrams in these two classes, and I understand a little bit, why don't I count them for you?"

Fu Shiyu coughed dryly, and was about to slip away. Lin Yumian caught him and looked him up and down: "You want to count the marriage, right? Peach blossoms are born into one's life, and the world responds to each other. It's a sign of two wishes..."

Fu Shiyu raised his hands in surrender: "Uncle Lin, I was wrong, did my mother tell you something nonsense?"

Wei Jinnan came out of the office on crutches, saw the two people struggling, coughed, Lin Yumian immediately let go of Fu Shiyu, and went to help him.

Fu Shiyu: "Mr. Wei, is your leg still not healed?"

Wei Jinnan: "I'm getting old, it won't take me a hundred days to recover from a fall."

Fu Shiyu smiled: "Anyway, Teacher Lin picks you up every day, not only saving you from driving, but also saving you from writing by yourself."

This is true, after Wei Jinnan's leg fell, he had a winter vacation, and there was no major problem with his bones, but his walking was still very unsteady, so Lin Yumian picked him up when he went to work.Even if he is crippled for the time being, Professor Wei Jinnan limped like a big brother, wearing a pair of sunglasses with great momentum, and when he sat on the podium, he seamlessly switched from gang boss to charlatan in an instant.

Wei Jinnan has been studying "Book of Changes" for several years, and he is obsessed with fortune-telling. The children are more and more enthusiastic about it. They queue up for several classes to ask for fortune-telling. If someone is embarrassed to listen to the fortune-telling in public, Wei Jinnan will give it to him. Write it on paper, fold it and let people take it back and read it for themselves.

After writing a few pictures of Wei Jinnan, he got bored, so he simply called Lin Yumian, who was waiting for him at the back of the classroom, to the edge of the podium, and dictated to Lin Yumian to write in a low voice.

Lin Yumian took a pen and scratched casually on the paper like a work of art. Every student had to marvel at the words after reading the hexagrams, and went to check them thoughtfully. They were shocked to find that the hard-working man wrote them on the manuscript paper The man in the hexagram is actually Lin Yumian, a well-known calligraphy and painting artist, the kind with tens of thousands of words in a painting.Now, no one wants to keep their hexagrams secret, and they all frantically post pictures in the circle of friends...

Wei Jinnan asked: "I heard what fortune-telling you say?"

Lin Yumian smiled and said, "Shi Yu wants to count marriage."

Fu Shiyu: "Mr. Lin, please don't talk nonsense."

Wei Jinnan quickly took out his sunglasses and put them on: "Young man, do you want to be married?"

Fu Shiyu: "It's not that I didn't..."

Wei Jinnan said lovingly: "What is the birth date?"

Fu Shiyu: "I just want to ask if this meeting can be finished in an hour..."

Wei Jinnan suddenly looked bored: "This hexagram is too simple, and it can't be finished in an hour. By the way, I will give you a small hexagram. Next, you will hear Dean Zhai's great achievement statement more than five times."

Fu Shiyu admired him from the bottom of his heart: "I believe it."

Wei Jinnan sighed: "It's good to break your leg." Then he changed the subject, "It's not a marriage, it's free."

Fu Shiyu: "Mr. Wei, this way please, be careful on the steps and on the road!"

Lin Yumian helped Wei Jinnan go downstairs, Fu Shiyu looked at the Mathematics College next door, and remembered Lin Yumian's phrase "the image of two wishes" just now.

Fu Shiyu was walking to the office on the fourth floor. He stopped suddenly after going up two steps, his face was numb, and he was secretly cursing in his heart.There are too many people on the other side who are wishful thinking. What kind of head-down did he just point at Cheng Shu?

For a while, Fu Shiyu hated Cheng Shu even more. It was because the grandson gave him such a blow that year, so that the shadow lasted for more than ten years. If he hadn't met again, Fu Shiyu would not have realized that this meeting, His heart was unwilling and his strong self-esteem was rekindled, stronger than before.If he hadn't remembered the last bit of his dignity as a primate, he would have thrown two bloody holes on Cheng Shu's neck by now.