Case File Compendium

No matter how angry, on Monday, He Yu went to the next-door college on time with his schoolbag on his back, and knocked on the door.

The teacher at the position closest to the door: "Please come in."

He Yu said politely, "Hi, I'm looking for Professor Xie."

"Xie Qing presents you as a student."

Xie Qingcheng came out of the office. To He Yu's surprise, he was actually wearing a pair of glasses today.

Xie Qingcheng was not myopic before.

"It's just in time." Xie Qingcheng said bluntly, "Come in."

He Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances at him wearing glasses, he was quite handsome, which made him a little less aggressive and bookish, and he didn't look so annoying anymore.

It's a pity that Xie Qingcheng spoke in an attitude that He Yu didn't appreciate: "I want you to use these materials to make some courseware PPTs, and here are some documents that need to be converted into electronic versions. Many of them are medical Data, I am not at ease about the accuracy of the software, it is easy to make mistakes when converting pictures to text, you should check it several times after typing, understand?"

He Yu looked at the tomes of medical books on his desk, almost all of which could be taken out and used as murder tools to smash people to death.

"Professor Xie, do you know that technology can liberate human beings?"

Xie Qingcheng threw a copy of "Pu Xin" and "She Xin" in front of him, shaking the desk and shaking the computer screen.

"But I also know that human beings should not rely too much on technology. Let's work, starting from what I have drawn in red in these two books."

He Yu looked at the two thick brick books, and there were a lot of annotation papers sandwiched inside, which forced the books to almost double their thickness.He tried his best to maintain good self-restraint, after all, he was sitting in Xie Qingcheng's office now, and several professors in the same room hadn't left yet.So he whispered to Xie Qingcheng:

"Do you want my life?"

"No. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Xie Qingcheng stood beside him with a coffee and took a sip.

He Yu: "..."

"I'm not too demanding. You've done it carefully." Xie Qingcheng left a sentence, threw a can of Red Bull to He Yu, and then turned around to go about his own business.

He Yu narrowed his almond eyes slightly.

He turned on Xie Qingcheng's computer, the cursor moved to the word and then paused, the haze shrouded behind the long eyelashes.

"let me see……"

For a man in his 30s like Xie Qingcheng, there will be some content that is not worthy of the table in his personal computer or mobile phone. It is human nature, no wonder.However, in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will consciously set passwords on their mobile phones or computers, set up hidden folders, and will not lend them out.

But Xie Qingcheng didn't care.

What he put in the office for He Yu to use was his own personal computer.He Yu is a top hacker, so he searched the folder with the dark intention of finding Xie Qingcheng's handle, thinking he could find at least one or two small movies, but he drank all the cans of Red Bull, and still got nothing.

He Yu didn't quite believe it, so he changed the code and searched again, but the result was still the same.

Xie Qingcheng's personal computer is clean and frank, except for academic materials, it is the salary statement, which is so clean that it can almost be called abnormal.

He Yu frowned and leaned back on the office chair, playing with the empty soda can with his slender fingers, thought for a while, changed the language and re-edited a paragraph, and hit Enter to search.

This time, however, a file folder that Xie Qingcheng often used during off-duty hours was found. Ming's name is also suspicious, called "Happy".

With Xie Qingcheng's straight male personality, his folder naming method is generally simple. He will change the names of important documents to "Courseware No. 1" and "Courseware No. 2". I don't even bother to fix a problem with my fingers, and the "New Folder" has already been ranked at number 23.

So as soon as this "Happy" folder that didn't fit Xie Qingcheng's style of painting came out, He Yu's eyes lit up immediately, his spirit came up, his back straightened, he stared at the screen with all his attention, and moved the mouse to the On the light yellow clip, I tapped twice lightly.

The folder opens.

He Yu glanced quickly, and his expression instantly changed from vigor to calmness, and then his brows were furrowed, feeling that Xie Qingcheng was inexplicable.

In the folder named "Happy", there are only a few photos of peach blossom jellyfish.

In addition, there are just a few videos. He opened it and looked at it. It was nothing more than videos of water sprites from all over the world, from sea moon jellyfish to rocket jellyfish, in all kinds of poses.One of the videos lasted for more than an hour. He dragged the progress bar several times, but it was actually all these water elves' ethereal videos.

"..."

So Xie Qingcheng's happiness is watching these videos of water spirits?

Although those videos are very beautiful, the ancient life floating in the water is like the mist sinking into the water, the shadow of the moon falling into the water, but He Yu still couldn't understand the old man's interest, so he turned off the video and quit.

Although he was not very reconciled, He Yu checked through several modes with his chin in his hands, and found that Xie Qingcheng's personal computer was as if it had snowed, a world of whiteness and no time.He tossed the mouse, gave up—

As long as he is a normal man, he will never have no desire at all...

While playing with the empty soda cans, he was lost in thought.

His eyes turned to the computer screen again, and he felt that Xie Qingcheng was really cold, and he must have a cold personality.

Since the other party is sexually frigid, there is no other way to do it.

He Yu then gave up the plan of looking for reeds in Xie Qingcheng's computer, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the gums softly, his eyes narrowed in ecstasy——

He had another idea.

the next day.

Xie Qingcheng's big class was in the afternoon, and He Yu happened to be free, and he organized the courseware into an electronic version for Xie Qingcheng, so he simply came to the University of Medical Sciences and sat in the last row of the multimedia classroom.

Xie Qingcheng originally didn't want him to come: "You're a choreographer and director, so why don't you come here for psychiatry."

He Yu said softly, "Brother, I am mentally ill."

"..."

"Besides, I did all your ppts last night. If there is any problem, I can solve it on the spot. Don't you think so?"

Xie Qingcheng thought it was right after thinking about it, so he let him go.

As a result, as soon as He Yu entered the classroom, Xie Qingcheng felt a little regretful—he forgot that He Yu had talked with some of the female students on the list before, and those girls who had taken psychiatry as an elective were obviously in the classroom. Seeing He Yu walk in, he widened his eyes, and immediately showed a very rare nympho smile.

"Handsome, why are you here?"

He Yu beckoned to her, but made a silent gesture for her, pointing to Xie Qingcheng on the podium.

The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded slightly: "Oh oh oh!" Then she turned her head and looked at the podium seriously to prepare for the class.

He Yu sat in the last row of the classroom by the window, threw away his schoolbag, folded his arms and leaned back, took off the headset he had been wearing all the way, and looked at Xie Qingcheng.

That meaning is obvious, look at me, please be polite, even though your lecture is a bible to me, I will still respect you for listening carefully.

It's a pity that his superficial politeness got Xie Qingcheng a supercilious look.

Xie Qingcheng put the teaching staff on the table indifferently, turned his gaze away from He Yu, and said with a serious face, "What are you looking at him for? Have you ever seen anyone from the school next door come to take a class?"

Under Professor Xie's high pressure, the students dared not speak in silence, but secretly exchanged glances.

I have never seen it.

Unless it's a cross-campus relationship in an idol drama.

The female students, especially the female students who had been in contact with He Yu before, realized this and began to dream about it. Some of them had such quick brain circuits that they even thought about which maternal and child health hospital the child would be born in. This guy adjusted his sitting posture very gracefully, I hope this handsome guy can look at him in the last row.

And this scene was undoubtedly reflected in the eyes of Xie Qingcheng who was standing on the podium.

The serious professor and frigid patient feel very disgusted by this, but he has a very fatherly personality, and he usually doesn't blame girls, he only thinks that He Yu is bad.

So Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu for several seconds.

Then he said coldly:

"Open the book and go to class. Everyone in this class is not allowed to turn their heads back. Whoever's neck can't control it will be deducted by 6 from the total score at the end of the class. Weigh it yourself."

students:"……"

He Yu, who was targeted, couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.

Before, he thought Xie Xue's way of intimidating students in class was stupid, but now he knows where this stupidity comes from.

Dare to love is all learned from Xie Qingcheng.

"...According to CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bipolar disorder, cyclopsychic disorder, dysthymic disorder..."

Xie Qingcheng first discussed the after-school exercises assigned yesterday with the students.Although many college students devote their four years of youth to the simple wooden bed in the dormitory, living a happy life like a fairy, but medical students are definitely not in this category.In fact, they may have to live a hard-working "senior high school" life for at least five years.

It was just an ordinary after-school homework, and Xie Qingcheng checked with them for half a class, which shows the amount of questions.

He Yu, a classmate, was also quiet, with the self-consciousness of an uninvited visitor, sitting in the corner of the back row with his arms folded and looking at Xie Qingcheng.

He found that although Xie Qingcheng's posture of threatening students was exactly the same as Xie Xue's, his way of lecturing was completely different from Xie Xue's.Xie Xue tried her best to mobilize the atmosphere of the class and make what she said as lively as possible, but Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the students in the entire classroom.

He stands tall and straight on the podium, but it seems that he does not belong to this world. The reality has nothing to do with him. He is like a person half immersed in an illusory space, while the knowledge data seems to have a substance, floating and lingering behind him.

Obviously, he is a purely academic professor. He does not intend to impart knowledge to students in a persuasive manner, nor does he intend to persuade students to study hard.On the contrary, Xie Qingcheng is aloof. He seems to be an extraditionist strolling out of the temple of knowledge. His slender fingertips are stained with ink, and his thin lips are scented with books. From his concentration, self, There was even a sense of extreme nobility exuding from the selfless expression on his brows and eyes.

He doesn't seem to care whether you learn or not, and he doesn't care whether you look at him or not, but his demeanor standing on the podium is the perfect interpretation of "knowledge".

He Yu almost suspected that he might say something at any time: "The knowledge that this deity came down to give to all the students, everyone here should kneel down and thank God."

The young man was thinking like this, looking at the man on the stage with an indifferent expression who was immersed in the world of medicine.

"Okay. Yesterday's topic is right here, let's raise your head and watch the projected courseware."

One sentence brought He Yu back to his senses.

He raised his eyelids, his arms that had been hugging his chest loosened, his fingers were interlocked, and he placed them on the table, while his body leaned forward slightly.

This is a gesture of anticipation.

And He Yu shouldn't have any expectations for Xie Qingcheng's class.

It's a pity that Professor Xie is used to seeing no one, and he doesn't even bother to pay attention to He Yu's idiot who came to the class for nothing, and he didn't see He Yu's suddenly tense expression at all.

He turned on the computer, connected to the signal, adjusted the projector, and under the collective attention of the students, the mouse moved to the PPT named "Courseware No. 1" made by He Yu.

Double click.

The courseware is opened.

Xie Qingcheng raised his head without looking at it: "Today we will talk about hallucinations, body hallucinations, real hallucinations, false hallucinations..."

He talked for a long time on his own, until finally a boy in the front row couldn't help but chuckled, and he realized that something was wrong, but he didn't look back at the courseware, but frowned and asked the bold boy: "What's wrong? "

This time, this boy was not the only one who couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Professor Xie, your courseware..."

Only then did Xie Qingcheng realize something was wrong, and looked back.

Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and efforts to improve the school's hardware equipment, the new multimedia classroom projector is large and clear, and it projects the PPT page in detail——

A group of cute water elf babies made by computer graphics software look a bit like the Q version of the moon jellyfish.

This is still in the GIF animation format, and the baby water elf is repeating a series of actions like "the baby is angry", "the baby has passed out", and "the baby won't play with you bye" in a naive manner.

The scene was so nasty and naive, and the impact was so strong that Xie Qingcheng was suffocating for breath, subconsciously wanting to touch a cigarette to suppress the shock.

But He Yu couldn't help turning his face away, his shoulders shook slightly, and he smiled with his head half down.

Xie Qing looked back in anger, and saw the culprit with drooping eyelashes, leaning on the back of the chair leisurely, noticing his gaze, He Yu raised his head, without hiding the thin smile on his lips .

this kid...

Xie Qingcheng's eyes almost pierced He Yupin in the middle of the seat.

He Yu expected that he would not admit in front of everyone that he had recruited young men to make the PPT courseware, but he actually let go of his interlocked fingers, raised his hand with a smile, slightly raised his eyebrows, and lightly tapped the phone on the table.

The meaning is self-evident, it means that Xie Qingcheng checks his information.

"..." Xie Qingcheng's face turned extremely ugly, and he returned to the podium and closed the PPT, "The courseware is wrong, wait a moment."

It's rare for students to see Professor Xie make a mistake, and it's such a low-level mistake. If Xie Qingcheng's prestige hadn't been taken into consideration, they would have laughed so hard.Everyone endured it desperately, and endured it very hard. They didn't have the time to notice the undercurrent between the rubbish student from the school next door and their professor.

Xie Qingcheng took the opportunity to turn on his phone with a dark face.

Sure enough, there was a message from He Yu 2 minutes ago:

"Do you want a real PPT?"

"what do you want."

The other party is typing...

Waited a while.

Or "The other party is typing..."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, and looked up again over the students who were holding back their laughter, and stared at the young man who was slowly leaning on the back of his chair and typing.

The young man seemed to be deliberately grinding his pain points, prolonging the embarrassment that caused Professor Xie's social death, but he didn't even look at him. He only stretched out one long finger, swiped a few times on the screen, and typed a few words. Delete again, then enter again, and delete again.

It seemed that he was really thinking about the terms of exchange.

It's a pity that He Yu's brows were proudly raised because of his bad intentions, revealing his dark mood under the mask of a beast.

Just when Xie Qingcheng was about to be worn out by him and was about to go over and knock on his desk, the news finally came.

Xie Qingcheng immediately turned on his phone which vibrated.

"You sold my clothes, do you remember?"

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"Transfer me 5000. I'll come up and debug the courseware for you."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"By the way, if you don't care about it, after 10 minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and it's useless to force it to shut down. Professor, judge for yourself, maybe I'll raise the price again in a few minutes."

After the hacker finished typing, he put down the communication tool that the two of them had used privately in full view.

He leaned back comfortably in the chair, with one arm thrown back and his elbow resting on the back of the chair.

Then he raised his chin, clicked the direction of the projector in a way that others could not detect, then raised his other hand, tugged at his collar casually, and showed an innocent and dark obedient look to Xie Qingcheng. laugh.

"..."

Xie Qingcheng looked sullen, staring into He Yu's eyes, slowly picked up the phone, opened Alipay to transfer money, gritted his teeth and dialed 5000 to enter.

After a second.

He Yu's phone on the table vibrated.

He lowered his eyelids, covered his almond eyes, and checked the 5000 yuan in Alipay.

He Yu got up, as expected of an actor who has acted in a small drama, this person is no longer a beginner, he pretended to care about Xie Qingcheng, and walked up to the podium: "I'm sorry, Professor Xie, it seems that I helped your sister back up the data to You made a mistake with the courseware when you were on the computer. I'm so sorry."

Collecting money to ward off disasters for others, He Yu politely picked up Professor Xie's dignity scattered on the ground, then lowered his head and began to operate on Xie Qingcheng's notebook.

After a while, he dug out the prepared PPT courseware from the folder.

He Yu raised his hand, stepped aside respectfully and gracefully, and made room for Xie Qingcheng: "Professor, please."

In this way, the courseware turmoil subsided with the result that He Yu won again.

It was only the second half of the class, Xie Qingcheng's face was more gloomy than the cloud of the end of the world, the mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building, and his eyes were so cold that it seemed to be mixed with ice slag.

He Yu had no doubt that if the eye knife could materialize, he would have already become a sieve through which his heart could feel cold.

But obviously this assumption is not valid, so with a smile on his face, and a rogue that no one else can see at all, he accepts all the tricks.

"... That's the end of today's class." Xie Qingcheng finally ended the damn ppt teaching 5 minutes before class ended. I have to say that nothing happened after that, which finally made him feel relieved.

"Next, I will send this homework to the intranet, remember to download it."

Professor Xie, who was soothed, closed the courseware, opened the browser, entered the campus website, and pressed Enter with a snap.

After a few seconds...

At the same time, the advertisement pop-up window was strongly magnified by the projector. A scantily clad woman was posing for all the students whose glasses were shattered outside the screen.

All the students were silent.

Xie Qingcheng looked back suddenly.

He Yu: "..."

Eternal injustice.

This time it's really not him...