The country refused to make me a god

All students in the School of Economics know it.

The well-known Professor Feng Yuedong always asks questions. Difficult questions are not necessarily difficult, and easy questions are not necessarily easy.

But... this is the first time they have encountered this person asking basic concept questions.

Although the boy sitting in the first row is indeed good-looking, but this is too partial.

The water was so full that it almost washed the classroom down.

The students who had been harassed by Professor Feng and almost put themselves into autism were in tears.

However, the young man sitting in the front row did not pay attention to those staring at the professor at the back, eyes full of flames.

He just stood up obediently, and answered the answer in his heart to the professor with a cheerful face in front of him at a calm speed.

"There are mainly three ways, direct image, fully associative image and group associative image."

The problem is not difficult, and there is nothing to think about.

Feng Yuedong did not comment on his answer, he did the opposite, and asked a higher level of question.

"The computer's main memory capacity is 8MB, divided into 4096 main memory blocks, and the cache has 64kb. How many word blocks does it have?" [1]

"32."

"How do you calculate the efficiency of a cache-main memory system?"

"First calculate the average time for the CPU to access the memory, and divide the main memory access cycle by the average time to get the efficiency E."

Not only did Feng Yuedong ask questions quickly, but Yi Lam also responded very quickly.

Almost two or three seconds behind the professor's voice, he calmly opened his mouth and gave an extremely accurate answer.

Just two or three questions are enough to test a student's proficiency.

The question didn't continue. Feng Yuedong just took a deep look at this delicate-faced boy, then turned around, and walked towards the podium.

"Sit down." There was no change of emotion in the man's words, "Today we will continue to talk about the principle of cache..."

"By the way,?" He bent down to open the PPT that had been inserted before, and suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and called out the boy's name, "Yi Lam, you came to my class, did you ask for leave?"

hold head high?How did this teacher know his name?

Lin Yi raised his head in surprise, but happened to meet Feng Yuedong again.

Feng Yuedong's slightly dodgy gaze made it clear at a glance.

"Remember to ask for leave next time." His tone was still light, but it was obvious that he was in a better mood for no reason. "I wasted some time, everyone flipped through the book, we will start class now..."

Feng Yuedong's lectures were delivered at an extremely fast pace, and as a result, he was also extremely punctual when he finished class.

As an old smoker, those few yellow and white cigarettes are indispensable in his pocket every day.

"My name is Lu Peiyou, the most handsome one in class one." Taking advantage of Feng Yuedong's break from class to go out to smoke, the boy who had kindly reminded Lin Yi seemed to be trying to be clever, and poked his head directly from behind him, "Dude, so Your name is Lin Yi."

Lu Peiyou has a baby face, and his round eyes are often covered with a layer of mist, which makes people feel soft-hearted when they see it.

"But... what is your major?"

Relying on his looks, he could almost get the answers he wanted in conversations with everyone, but obviously, Lu Peiyou's trick didn't work in front of Lin Yi, who had a better appearance.

In contrast, it seemed that under the influence of these words, the expression of the boy who was still relaxed before became stiff in an instant.

"I study medicine." Lin Yi received more than one scanning gaze, but he was still not used to this kind of gaze that seemed to see through him.

It feels like being under various instruments, exposing yourself completely.

"Study medicine? It seems that Professor Feng's wife is a professor in the medical school, do you know each other?"

This answer seemed to surprise Lu Peiyou a little, and there was a bit of a high-pitched voice in his voice.

"Isn't your medical class more full than ours? Why did you come here to take classes?"

The boy hid away, ignored the boy's repeated inquiries, and stood up.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

He didn't intend to answer Lu Peiyou's various questions. He stood up, lowered his head slightly, and walked straight to the door under the cover of his hat.

The barrier of the wall can well isolate the chaos of most classrooms. The quiet corridor and the noise in the closed space are completely two worlds.

The boy walked slowly towards the bathroom, but unconsciously heard various small conversations coming from a distance.

"It's really not missing. He is here with me now, and I asked him a question just now. The young man's knowledge is really solid."

"Director He, I didn't say that. I really can't grab it. Their homeroom teacher is my lover. You want to see problems in my family!"

"The young man should be working on the brain computer. It may be easier to let people go than to steal people."

"Look again, the medical school will not let people go."

……

The voice of Feng Yuedong and other people on the phone was forced to come to Lin Yi's ears intermittently, and the young man was a little dazed when he heard it.

Steal?Let people go?

He vaguely understood that the subject of Professor Feng's chat was himself, but he didn't understand his worries at all.

Buzzing—the phone vibrated suddenly.

Lin Yi looked at the screen, it was from the roommates he knew not long ago.

[Wei Jiaci: @林奥, God, Lao Luo called the roll call today, and I answered it for you. 】

[Wei Jiaci:? ? ?Why does Sister Luo know that you are not here, Great Prophet? ! 】

【Zhan Ling: Isn't the point old Wei that your voice didn't change when you shouted?Two names in a row have the same sound, and any fool knows that this is not right. 】

[Cui Jianwen: @林奥@林奥, God help! ! !How do I know what is the use of the anterior and posterior cruciate ligaments? 】

Luo Xihe, nicknamed Sister Luo, is the head teacher of Yi Lin Yi's class and is also responsible for the content of their systematic anatomy.

Of course, based on what the young man overheard just now, she seems to have another identity.

【Edward Lam: Steady the front, secure the rear. 】

【Eddie Lam: If I guess correctly, I should be taking the class of Sister Luo's husband now. 】

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In the end, Wei Jiaci did not escape the penalty of Rossi and signing in as a proxy.

Looking at the young man drawing bones in tears in the dormitory because of himself, Lin Yi, who had borrowed a few books from the library after class, sighed.

"What to draw? How many?"

He put down the book in his hand, moved closer to Wei Jiaci's side, looked at the picture on the paper in front of him that was completely opposite to the picture in the book, and was a little speechless.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, they are simply unrelated.

My roommate's painting talent is probably negative since birth.

"206 bones, all of them!"

It seems that seeing the person involved will magnify the pain exponentially.

The wailing voice of the boy with the red hair band on his head suddenly soared.

Successfully, he was met with a merciless pillow attack from diagonally above.

"Fuck you, Sister Luo will let you draw the key ones, where did you get 206 yuan?" Cui Jianwen's complaints will never be late, "I'm thinking about your painting skills, let alone 206, even if you draw one more piece and less If you draw a piece, Sister Luo won't be able to see it."

Before he went to bed, he carefully helped Wei Jiaci go through all the details, but he left his brain and his hands.

Cui Jianwen was enraged by Wei Jia to go to bed.

"Just talk about the cervical spine in the first drawing. It's so obvious that the picture is placed there. Wei Jiazhi, you can miss the subvertebral notch. Do you want to insert it horizontally? Do you want to go directly to the sky?!"

Wei Jiaci snorted coldly: "Cui Jian heard that you try to paint? Why do people who have both anterior and posterior cruciate ligaments ask Lin Yi have any reason to say me?"

"Draw one more piece and draw one less, are you playing mutation?" Lin Yi was teased by the live treasures in the dormitory, the corners of his eyes were raised a lot, and an unconcealable smile covered his entire face.

After all, it was because of the punishment he provoked. The boy paused for a moment, and then said, "How much did you draw? Let me sort out the rest for you."

The boy's kindness was rejected without hesitation in the next second.

Although slapstick is slapstick, Wei Jiaci has a complete understanding of his own level.

"Then don't," he looked at Lin Yi's expression of intending to help, and refused again and again, "I have absolute expectations for my own level, and I probably won't be able to find a replica version of this method."

"Yi Lam, you can go to sleep, I just need to sort out this knowledge."

The boy shied away and pushed Lin Yi straight back to his bed.

"Hey... you." The boy rarely wanted to help, but was rejected without hesitation by the person concerned, he was a little stunned, "Really no need?"

"Sleep with you." Although Wei Jiaci's voice was still somewhat aggrieved, he stood up straight with a vigilant look, and did not intend to give Lam Yik a chance at all.

...This defense is a bit too powerful.

The boy was about to say something, the phone vibrated slightly, and a message was sent.

[Du Mengzhi: Matlab?Learned, what's the matter? 】

[Du Mengzhi: Brain-computer interface? 】

The author has something to say:

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[1] From Baidu Library.

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Paying off debts is so tiring, woo woo woo woo~

I still owe two chapters, right? (picking hands)

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感谢在2021-04-05?15:06:52~2021-04-05?23:56:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: honey chicken drumsticks? 1 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!