said don't mess with me

The defense officially began at nine o'clock.

Since today is just the opening topic, the presentation of the thesis was shortened to 10 minutes, and the instructor asked questions for 5 to 10 minutes. According to this schedule, Mucha still has to wait until almost 11 o'clock.

Le Qian was freed earlier than Mucha.

Her first.

The first one was more difficult, but she went into the conference room and didn't come out for half an hour, making everyone waiting in the small classroom next door feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Hey! It's out, it's out!" The boy sitting at the door heard the movement and immediately turned his head to report.

A few seconds after finishing speaking, Le Qian, who looked numb and lost her soul, followed the teaching secretary, Teacher Fang, into the classroom.

"No. 2 Zhang Peipei started to defend, and No. 3 Liu Cong prepared." Teacher Fang called the roll at the door, and then took Zhang Peipei to the meeting room.

As soon as she left, most of the people in the classroom surrounded Le Qian and asked her what was going on inside.

Le Qian's eyes were straightened, her body trembled from time to time, and she kept repeating one sentence in her mind, "It's too scary."

In such a large conference room, apart from Teacher Fang and student assistants sitting at the door, the entire row opposite is full of professors who usually elude and disappear, and external tutors who have never seen one before.

All of them dress rigorously and do not smile.

As soon as Le Qian entered, everyone looked down at the papers with their heads down, not to mention talking and laughing lightly, there was really no sound at all.

The questioning session was even more terrifying, she couldn't even understand what some of the questions were asking...

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery?" Le Qian asked brokenly.

Mu Xia was sitting sideways, with his back against the wall. Hearing what Le Qian said, she was a little worried for her, "Are you asking a deep question?"

"That's right, especially for external tutors. I feel that they regard opening questions as the final defense, but there are still good teachers." Le Qian thought of the life and death she had experienced in the conference room, and her sad expression suddenly became a little more Relieved, "For example, the professor who always said that my papers are worthless has been helping me just now, and..."

Le Qian stopped in the middle of her words.

Mucha was curious, "What else?"

Le Qian's eyes flickered, and she pretended to be melancholy on the table to avoid Mucha's gaze, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I'll sleep for a while, call me after you finish answering, let's go upstairs and wait for the head of the house to eat."

Mu Xia knew that Le Qian hadn't slept well recently, and now that she finished her defense, no matter whether it was good or bad, she finally let go, so she didn't disturb her sleep, leaning against the wall quietly, writing off her PPT and waiting for time.

"No. 7 Mucha." It was finally his turn.

Mu Xia didn't disturb Le Qian who was sleeping soundly, turned out from the table, and followed Teacher Fang to the conference room.

"Go in for a while and check the PPT and laser page presenter first. Don't be nervous during the presentation process, and speak as slowly as possible. Even if you can't answer the teacher's question, don't panic. Today is just an opening question. It can be said that I haven't considered it for the time being. I will understand it immediately after I go down. " Teacher Fang explained to Mucha carefully.

Mucha nodded gratefully and said, "I remember it, thank you Teacher Fang."

Teacher Fang smiled and pushed open the door of the meeting room.

In order to ensure the projection effect, the curtains in the meeting room were half drawn, and the light was a little dark.

Mu Xia glanced over, didn't see the people inside clearly, only knew that the atmosphere was not as serious as Le Qian said, on the contrary, she heard a teacher sharing entertainment gossip on Weibo.

"Mr. Chen, this is your student." An old professor with a thick voice asked Chen Deping.

"Yes, Mu Xia, from the experimental class." Seizing the opportunity, Chen Deping boasted fiercely, and then closed his voice, lowering his voice, as if he was talking to someone nearby, "That's it."

Mucha is suspicious.

It doesn't sound right to say this, it's inexplicably begging for attention.

Mu Xia tried the laser pointer, and drifted towards Chen Deping faintly from the corner of his eye.

Ok?

It was as if someone was watching her.

Afraid of being discovered by his impolite little actions, Mucha turned around generously, met his gaze, and then froze abruptly.

Why does the woman sitting next to Chen Deping look exactly like her girlfriend?

Even the suit she was wearing was exactly the same as the one she personally picked out for her this morning!

She was smiling at her, on the surface she was gentle and polite, but upon closer inspection she was clearly unscrupulous.

"!" There was a buzzing in Mu Xia's head, and he almost cried out.

Han Qingshi turned out to be one of her defense tutors!

Sitting among the gray-haired professors at this moment, he didn't look weak at all. Compared with the cautious young teachers, he was more calm and calm, with excellent temperament.

Mucha held the laser pointer, staring blankly.

She hadn't seen Han Qing's serious appearance for a long time. At this moment, even though she was leaning on the back of the chair like most people, she didn't see the weak posture of bowing and slumping - she smiled freely, had a correct posture, and had a very outstanding temperament.

In contrast, Mucha was inexplicably complacent, and his eyes gradually became blunt when he cast his eyes on Han Qing.

Chen Deping couldn't afford to lose this person, tapped on the table with his fingers, and reminded her with an ugly face, "Musia, pay attention to the occasion!"

Mu Xia realized it later, and was in a hurry to admit his mistake, but the smile in Han Qing's eyes deepened, and he looked at her kindly and said, "Little sister, don't be nervous, the teachers are not fierce."

Mucha's ears felt hot, and his legs softened a little.

When a girlfriend becomes a mentor, I ask who has had this experience.

Also, it's too shameful to coax her under the guise of other people's incomprehension.

Last night, she was flustered by Chen Deping's wechat message, which was how Han Qingshi coaxed her to sleep.

The difference is that today she is standing, while Han Qing is sitting.

Last night... She was pressed, kissed, rubbed by her...

"Musia, it's time to start." Teacher Fang reminded.

Mucha immediately returned to his senses, took a deep breath, lifted his chin slightly, raised his lips and smiled confidently and dazzlingly, "Hello, teachers, my name is Mucha, majoring in computer science and technology, and the topic of today's report is "A Model-Based Autonomous System Architecture." "."

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Twenty minutes exactly, Mucha finished his defense and left the meeting room.

She didn't go back to the classroom, but ran to another direction.

The boy sitting at the door and watching only saw her back and the expression of lowering his head when he came out of the conference room. After thinking about it, he said in a heavy tone: "Our major is the first to cry when asked."

"No way, how difficult is it?"

"Is it necessary for cannon fodder like me to go in?"

"Just lie flat."

"..."

Everyone said what they said, as if they took the speculation that 'Mu Xia was asked to cry' as a fact.

Le Qian was woken up and arrested someone to ask for gossip.

After understanding what happened, Le Qian put her arms around her chest with a particularly serious expression.

Could it be that Mr. Han wasn't there when Mumu was defending?

It shouldn't be, Teacher Fang sent out the list of defenses early on.

Then why did she still watch Mumu cry when asked?

Le Qian couldn't figure it out.

When she was defending, there was a sea turtle teacher who used to ask questions in English. First, she was poor in hearing, and second, she was nervous. After listening to it three times, she didn't understand the question, and her voice was trembling with anxiety.

Han Qingshi was talking to Chen Deping. Seeing this, by praising the teacher's sharp point, he translated the question in Chinese calmly, and when she was more guilty after listening to the question, he replaced it in the form of discussion. She answered the question, and then asked her, "Student, do I understand correctly?"

At that time, she couldn't make a second reaction other than nodding.

Because she didn't notice that problem at all, but it was still a key problem that would affect the performance of the entire system.

So, even her 'maternal family' has received special care from Boss Han. Mumu is her girlfriend, so she can't protect her all the time?

Crying is really unbelievable.

Le Qian couldn't figure it out, and quickly left the classroom with their bags.

A few minutes later, she found Mucha on the observation deck at the top of the building. She was sitting alone on a chair by the side, smiling like she was being scratched by a cat.

"Mumu, what's your situation?" Le Qian asked confused.

Mucha asked back, "What's the situation?"

"Everyone is saying that you cried when you were asked by your instructor. Isn't President Han here? She didn't protect you?"

"No ah."

"Ah?" Le Qian was confused, "Are you two okay?"

"No ah."

"Then why didn't she protect you? If I had known, I would have reminded you that Mr. Han is one of the external tutors when I first came out. I thought you would be pleasantly surprised when you suddenly saw her."

"Surprise is right, the question is why did she protect me?" Mu Versailles Xia Ge said innocently, "I have answered every question."

Le Qian's expression gradually turned ferocious, "You said that I will kill you here, will President Han rush out of the conference room to fight for me?"

Mu Xia blinked her big eyes, with a pure and innocent face, "I advise you not to, she has a bad temper, except for me."

Le Qian wants to break up the relationship.

"So, you didn't cry?" Le Qian reconfirmed that there was no sign of crying on Mu Xia's face.

Mucha, "Of course not."

"Then why did you keep your head down and run around when you came out of the conference room?"

"Well, maybe I wasn't too embarrassed at the time." Mucha twitched suddenly, rubbed his fingers on his clothes, and said slowly, "I was teased by Ah Shi in front of all the teachers."

Le Qian, "..."

After the questions were over, the teachers began to score.

Mu Xia originally deleted her PPT and could leave. Who knows, an external tutor suddenly asked her if she would like to go to their company, and she could give her an absolutely satisfactory offer.

Mucha took a quick look at the nameplate in front of him—Gaoke International, a well-known comprehensive software company with good benefits and development prospects, can be considered.

Before the words came out, Han Qing, who was lowering his head to score, suddenly joined the topic, "Student Mu, GN is also preparing for spring recruits, do you want to follow me?"

When Mucha heard this, his eyes lit up immediately.

Chen Deping even spared no effort to encourage from the sidelines, "Musia, GN and Gaoke are both good units, you can think about which one you like more."

"Yeah, think it over, who do you like more?" Han Qingshi repeated unhurriedly.

She has finished scoring, and now she is holding the pen upside down, tapping the cap on the table, every stroke seems to hit Mu Xia's heart, with a smile between her eyebrows and eyes, Mu Xia's bones are brittle Well, there is no reason to say no.

Mu Xia let go of the mouse and stood up, sincerely said "thank you" to the high-tech staff, then looked at Han Qing, bowed her lower body in her determined smile, and said in a tone that only two of them could understand: "Mr. , I want to follow you."

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