Greedy process

Teacher Zhao Xinquan is just 60 years old this year. This semester is his last semester of teaching, and he can officially retire in June. However, no one with a slight wink dares to congratulate him on finally retiring and enjoying his old age in peace.

Fu Shiyu didn't dodge in time enough, and was caught by Mr. Zhao Xinquan, who was forced to listen to his bitterness.

"You said that I retired and went to see my former teacher. The teacher must care about my academic achievements. When I ask, associate professor, how dare I tell others that I have been teaching for a lifetime, and in the end, associate professor!"

Fu Shiyu smiled dryly: "Mr. Zhao, didn't your mentor, Mr. Su, pass away a few years ago?"

Zhao Xinquan was taken aback for a moment, and then glared: "So, I won't be ashamed to see him when I get down here in the future!"

Fu Shiyu responded and said, "It's quite miserable..."

Zhao Xinquan's grief and indignation turned into spittle: "Say, let's judge a job title now. It depends on how many papers you have written and how many books you have published. In fact, those articles can be worth a few pounds, not all Perfunctory!"

Fu Shiyu became dizzy and glanced at the watch on the wall secretly. As far as he knew, Zhao Xinquan had classes in the second period.When it finally reached the point where it was almost time to go to class, Fu Shiyu secretly let out a sigh: "Mr. Zhao! Aren't you going to class?"

Zhao Xinquan turned his head and looked at the time: "It's okay, let's talk for another 5 minutes."

Fu Shiyu: ...

When the time finally dragged on, Fu Shiyu personally sent Teacher Zhao Xinquan out of the office, and Teacher Zhao kept looking back frequently, obviously feeling very reluctant to part with Fu Shiyu.After the performance, Fu Shiyu finally let out a breath of foul air in his chest.

Fu Shiyu didn't go into the office immediately, and stood in the corridor to let the air out. He was actually a little bit addicted to cigarettes, and now he was a bit guilty, so he held back after taking out half of it, and just clicked and clicked on the lighter to play.

There are quite a few teachers who smoke in the teaching area, especially the older old professors, who are more addicted to cigarettes than each other. Some can urinate several times in a class, and they go to the bathroom to smoke one, and they smoke comfortably. Then go back to the classroom and continue the class.Fu Shiyu, however, held a little obsession and never smoked in the public areas of the school.

Unsatisfied with his desire for cigarettes, Fu Shiyu's mouth was filled with bitterness. He took out a candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth and bit it a few times before suppressing the bitterness.

Fu Shiyu was upstairs watching Zhao Xinquan's bald head walk through the hall on the first floor and out of the department building, then continued chewing sugar and looked down at the head of Old Master Confucius.

Footsteps came from the side, and they stopped a few steps away from him. Fu Shiyu turned his head and smiled immediately: "Hey, isn't this Teacher Cheng?"

Cheng Shu greeted him lukewarmly: "Teacher Fu."

Fu Shiyu leaned on the railing in a dawdly manner: "I heard that Mr. Cheng has taught in the original university for three or four years and is still a lecturer. It's not like Mr. Cheng."

He clicked his tongue, as if he was really thinking about Cheng Shu: "Zai Zeda may be able to climb up."

Cheng Shu didn't change his face, but still had a calm face that made Fu Shiyu irritated, and said indifferently: "Teacher Fu's good words."

Fu Shiyu was so angry that he gritted his teeth in his heart, and suddenly stopped Cheng Shu, who was walking past him, and asked, "What event did Mr. Cheng sign up for Saturday's sports meeting?"

He took two steps forward, walked behind Cheng Shu, and said almost close to Cheng Shu's body: "I'm waiting for you on the sports field."

Fu Shiyu was very close, and in the eyes of others, it was definitely beyond the normal range, and it seemed strangely ambiguous. Cheng Shu's arm twitched, and he took a step forward suddenly, pulling away from Fu Shiyu.

The smile on Fu Shiyu's face disappeared, he glanced at Cheng Shu indifferently, turned and went into the office.

The door of the office was wide open, and Fu Shiyu flipped through the book in his hand impatiently, ran up to it, and stared at the door.

The Faculty of Letters and the Faculty of Mathematics share a printing room, which is just next to the Office of Literature and Art. Cheng Shu was holding materials in his hand, so he should have gone to the printing room to copy things.

After a while, Fu Shiyu poked his head to the door, and looked into the printing room like a thief.

Teacher Dong Tong in the office watched his actions for a long time, and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Fu, are you waiting for someone?"

Fu Shiyu immediately stood up straight, coughed, straightened his clothes to hide it, and said with a smile, "No."

He was calm on the surface, but he was too ashamed and angry in his heart to face Teacher Dong Tong's eyes. After thinking about it, he simply rushed to the math school next door to visit.

Mr. Li, who was keen to introduce someone to Fu Shiyu, was in the office. Seeing Fu Shiyu's eyes lit up, he sighed again: "You didn't have time to introduce Professor Huang's daughter to you last time. Now she has another blind date. It's a pity, isn't it?"

Fu Shiyu didn't show his joy, and said reservedly: "That's really a pity."

Teacher Li: "It's okay, the daughter of Professor Wang's family is two years younger than you. She is very beautiful. She has been ballet since elementary school and has a special temperament..."

Fu Shiyu: Careless!

Fu Shiyu laughed dryly: "Ms. Li, why didn't you introduce it to Mr. Cheng? Or does Mr. Cheng already have a girlfriend?"

He was asking casually, but he didn't know why he suddenly became nervous when he asked.

Teacher Li regretted: "Mr. Cheng said that he is not interested in love for the time being. What do you think is going on? You are not too young now. How can a single person compare to two people taking care of each other?"

Fu Shiyu's heart suddenly relaxed, and he responded to Teacher Li with a smile. His eyes just fell on the curriculum schedule of the School of Mathematics. Some sank.

Fu Shiyu asked: "Mr. Li, why did you arrange so many classes for Mr. Cheng?"

Teacher Li glanced at it and said, "Ms. Su, who teaches Mathematical Analysis, was hospitalized some time ago, and Mr. Cheng took over the class for him."

Fu Shiyu looked at Cheng's dense teaching arrangement and felt a little uncomfortable, but he said: "Teacher Cheng just came, and he doesn't know how good he is. Your teaching director can rest assured."

Teacher Li: "Hey, don't tell me, our teacher Cheng is a treasure..."

Fu Shiyu: Careless again!Unexpectedly, not only among the students in the Faculty of Arts, but also in the Faculty of Mathematics, they could not escape the shining aura of Shu Shu.

Fu Shiyu couldn't help but muttered: "There are so many classes and the intensity is so great, he can really take it."

"Teacher Cheng asked for it on his own initiative." Teacher Li smiled, "Teacher Fu is quite concerned about Teacher Cheng. You two are about the same age. Hey, I get anxious when I talk about it. What's going on with the young people nowadays... "

Fu Shiyu: "Who cares about him!"

Cheng Shu just opened the door of the office and came in. Fu Shiyu immediately threw the schedule aside like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and looked at him warily.

"Ms. Cheng is back." Mr. Li dismantled Fu Shiyu's desk very neatly. "Just now Mr. Fu said you were worried that your teaching intensity is too strong and your body won't be able to hold on."

Fu Shiyu had a question mark on his face, Mr. Li, are you really from the School of Mathematics, not the School of Liberal Arts, who did reading comprehension?

Fu Shiyu said angrily, "I didn't!"

Cheng Shu obviously wasn't fooled by Mr. Li's eloquent words, so he nodded lightly and thanked Fu Shiyu politely.

Fu Shiyu stepped out the door in two or three steps: "Thank you!"

Because of this little episode, Fu Shiyu was upset all day long, feeling that he had lost face in front of Cheng Shu, and wished he could go back to the spot and squeeze his mouth shut.

Originally aggressively provoking people, it suddenly seemed as if a small pinhole had been pierced in the balloon. No matter how hard you inflate it, the balloon would not be able to inflate, it could only deflate little by little.

Fu Shiyu was unhappy, so he simply called a few of his cronies and made an appointment to go out for a drink at night.

Lu You buried Fu Shiyu on the phone, a good young man who talked about five things and four beauties, and an excellent people's teacher. After two months in the bar, he finally showed his fox tail and couldn't maintain his kindness.When Fu Shiyu rushed to the bar, the group of people laughed even more happily.

Lu You threw Fu Shiyu on the sofa, very heartbroken.

"Old Fu, are you still my old Fu? Where's your leather jacket and motorcycle? What are you doing here wearing a straight white shirt? No, I can't watch it, I'm afraid I will recall my high school Chinese teacher! You have such a strong gardener's breath," Lu You pretended to approach Fu Shiyu and sniff twice, "It seems that you can still smell the fragrance of the flowers of the motherland, did you just come out of the garden?"

"Go away, that's Lao Tzu's 31 flowers," Fu Shiyu pushed Lu You aside, "I warn you, don't tell me, old Fu."

Fu Shiyu came directly from the school without changing his outfit, and he scratched his hair casually when he entered the door, but compared with Lu You's flirtatious looks, he was still innocent enough.

But when he sat down, Da Ma crossed his right leg over his left with a golden knife, leaned on the back of the sofa with his right hand, and smiled slightly, the feeling of elegant dress was completely suppressed by unruly.

Fu Shiyu hadn't come out to drink for a long time, and because Cheng Shu had been feeling unhappy recently, he felt happier than he had been in a few days when he was messing around with his friends.

Lu You was teasing and feeding the girl sitting on his left leg to drink, when there was a sudden weight on his right leg, a boy looked at Lu You for two seconds with a blank face, he didn't understand why he blinked when he was still on Fu Shiyu's lap just now He was thrown into another person's arms.

The veins on Lu You's forehead twitched, and he turned his head and asked Fu Shiyu, who was half hidden behind him, "What the hell are you doing?"

Fu Shiyu twisted his body away, and whispered, "I saw two of my students, don't let them see me, it won't affect me well."

Lu You waved the two people on him to go down, and when the two boys finally went out from the bar door, Fu Shiyu sat up straight, frowned and said, "There is no one else around them, don't be led by some man in society." gone."

Lu You said with a long voice and strange air: "Fu--lao--teacher--"

Fu Shiyu plucked off the messy hair before entering the door, straightened it up, and was about to get up: "I'll go and have a look."

Lu You pulled him off immediately: "You have been around less in the past two years, and your eyesight has also declined? The two of them knew at a glance that they were rookies who had never been to a bar to see something strange, so they left after watching it." Now, there are two 20-year-old big men, why don't you worry about it!"

Fu Shiyu thought about it, so he sat down again, his face turned cold, and he turned his eyes to Lu You and said, "Lu You, have you been in a mess lately? Or have I been too kind to you to make you fatter?"

Lu You straightened his sitting posture immediately, smiled at Fu Shiyu obediently, and shouted, "Teacher Fu."

Fu Shiyu slapped him on the head: "Don't fucking shout these three words, why am I so awkward when I spit them out of your mouth!"

Lu You: "Okay, old Fu."

Fu Shiyu looked at him coldly.

Lu You: "Okay, Xiao Fu."

A dark light flashed in Fu Shiyu's eyes.

Lu You: "Brother Fu! Brother Fu! Come on! Why are you so fucking hard to serve!"

Only then was Fu Shiyu satisfied, and poured wine on his own. Lu You leaned on the sofa and squinted at him, and said with a smile, "Hey, to be honest, I think you have really changed a lot these years. like a real teacher."

Fu Shiyu took a sip of wine: "My mother is a real teacher."

Lu You waved his hand: "Okay, but you are a strange teacher. If you do good deeds, do good deeds, and you still hide it so that no one will know. Why?"

Fu Shiyu said casually, "What good did I do?"

Lu You pouted: "The year before last, who paid for me to subsidize a few poor students in the name of the company, and who was it last year..."

Fu Shiyu felt that it was shameful for these things to be told, so he interrupted Lu You and said, "You still remember the little things in your life so clearly. It seems that Mr. Lu is really free on weekdays."

Lu Youyou complained: "Did you regard my company as your charity transit point?"

Fu Shiyu smiled: "Charity ass, I can help whoever I want, I do things just because I want to do them, and I don't let others know just because I don't want others to know. Don't thank me, and don't care about me. .”

Lu You said jealously: "Brothers, which one is not busy in Shanghai from morning to night, but you are living a nourishing life, with no desires and desires, like a Buddha, and you still prefer your fate. You can get what you want, tsk."

Fu Shiyu didn't answer his words, and poured down a glass of wine with his head raised.Is there anything I want?he thinks.It seems to be like this. He grew up smoothly and acted recklessly for more than 30 years. He majored in finance and minored in physics in college. He switched to literature research willfully during his master's degree. Zhang Zui Du will bury him with a few words, and the rest is all about supporting him.Is there anything I want?he thinks.It seems not.At least, when he was sixteen or seventeen, he couldn't get the person he wanted in the end.

Before it was twelve o'clock, Fu Shiyu was about to leave, but was grabbed by the dizzy Lu You: "Isn't tomorrow the weekend?"

Fu Shiyu's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had thought of something worth looking forward to: "Tomorrow, there will be a sports meeting in the hospital on Saturday, and I will meet you again when I have time."

Lu You was mostly sobered up by the word "sports meeting", and pushed Fu Shiyu to get out of here in disgust, otherwise he would really be reminded of his shameful school days by the light of the gardener.