Professor Kongtiao, 1.9 meters tall, macho scholar, doctor of strong man, is currently teaching at Florida State University, the youngest academician of the American Academy of Marine Biology, for ten years he does not want female graduate students, for which he is banned every year by women's rights Organize complaints.

However, even if he complains about it, he still doesn't want female graduate students.

Most of the graduate students come from transfers, so they are very dissatisfied.

Logically speaking, a tutor like him who allows students to do coolies at most, does not occupy students' research results, has no academic scandals, does not need graduate students to help take care of their children to cook and clean, and does not overly squeeze the labor force of graduate students should be a hot tutor The candidate is right.

However, those who dared to take his postgraduate exam were warriors and freaks.

My name is Thomas Brando, and I was transferred to be his graduate student. For some reason, the moment I saw my surname, I suddenly felt the murderous aura from Professor Kujo.

Although it was only for a moment, my stomach suddenly started to throb.

——It feels like I might win 500 million or something in the next month.

Professor Kongjo has a strange temper. For example, he usually looks silent, but if you put two chattering women next to him, he will suddenly burst into tears.

For this reason, he was often complained by feminist organizations, please don't discriminate.

But it's useless, you complain to him, and he will yell like that next time.

This kind of person actually has a wife.

This epic level of misogyny actually has a wife.

People can't help but wonder if he cheated on the marriage.

One day, I was riding a bicycle to the laboratory building with bread in my mouth. On the way, I met an Asian girl who was carrying a big bag. She seemed to be in her early 20s—ah, to tell you the truth, at that moment I felt I met a goddess myself.

How should I put it, if you look closely, you can see that the other party is somewhat of a mixed race. She is very beautiful, with soft and full cheeks, and an affinity that makes people can't help but look twice. Mysterious oriental black hair, full and perfectly pink lips, and a fair and healthy complexion—as well as the charm of a mature woman that girls of this age don’t have and the kind of figure that can be known to exercise just right—even if it’s a bit It doesn't matter if you are petite, the aura is 1.8 meters.

It's so beautiful, I want to chase it.

Am I the kind of person who sees pretty girls and doesn't go up to strike up a conversation?

Of course not!

So I just caught up, "Hey, miss, do you need help?" I pointed to the big bag in her hand.

"Ah..." She put her hand on her lips—the fingers are so beautiful—and then asked me with a smile, "Do you know where the office of Professor Jotaro Kujo is? He said he changed his office, and I searched for a long time could not find it."

"I know." I said to her, "Are you also a graduate student transferred to him?"

"..." Her eyes blinked, and she showed a playful smile, "Well... guess?"

That must be it.

"Hey, it's not easy for you. He's notoriously sexist."

"It's not sexist, is it that the subjects he gives girls are simpler?" the other party said.

"This is sexism. It is suspicion that women are not as capable as men in overcoming difficult problems." I puffed up my chest. This type of girl will definitely like others to praise women's abilities...

"That's right." The other party smiled even more happily.

"I'll take you to the professor's office." Nice, she really likes this kind of topic.

"Thank you."

"You can call me Thomas, please..."

"Hanako." She answered me with a smile.

This is indeed a beautiful name from the mysterious East.

I sent her to the bottom of the laboratory building, pointed out to her which floor the professor's office was on, and left—this kind of girl with high self-esteem should take her time, after all, she is also a graduate student of Professor Kujo like me, so There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future, so we have to take our time so as not to arouse her resentment...

In the afternoon, I went to the professor to revise the thesis. When I walked over with a large stack of experimental data, because the earphones were plugged in and the door was not closed properly, and we didn’t have the habit of knocking on the door, so I just pushed the door. Entered: "Professor..."

I froze in place.

I saw the oriental goddess I met in the morning, that "female graduate student in the same class as me" with her arms around Professor Kongtiao's neck, straddling my misogynist supervisor's lap, holding a piece of toast and my The macho professor plays feeding play.

For a while, I don't know if I should feel sad that I have lost my love.

Still worried that he would be silenced by the professor.

Power/color/transaction, this is power/color/transaction.

It looks so serious, but in the end he didn't attack the female graduate student.

This is not misogyny, this is faking misogyny to confuse people for obscenity.

Does your wife know what you do!

The end result was that I ran away with the materials.

——I will definitely be silenced. If I disappear, it must be the murderous hands of Professor Kujo.

In the next few days, I was depressed and scared every day. When I saw Dr. Kujo, I felt that he really wanted to throw me into the Gulf of Mexico.

The senior felt my nervousness and asked me what was going on.

Of course I told him.

"..." The senior looked at me indifferently.

"...So, do I still have a way out?"

"Oh, the beauty you mentioned, she is the professor's wife." The senior told me casually.

"...Professor's second marriage?" I can't tell that he is actually the kind of winner in life who married a young wife who is more than 20 years younger than him. Didn't it mean that his daughter is already twenty?It's embarrassing for my stepmother to be the same age as myself.

"...Original match."

"?????"

"I couldn't believe it when I saw her for the first time." The senior took a breath, "Anyway, remember, the professor is fine except for being too serious. The scary thing is his wife."

……

Then didn't I...almost ran to see the teacher's wife? !

It's so dangerous, I almost died.

I have never seen a more bizarre existence than Jotaro Kujo's research team. More than half of them are stand-in messengers-although I am myself, but my abilities are basically useless.

Oufei's law that if something bad happens, good things will happen within a month, I can't control it myself, what's the use of this ability.

"—Of course it's a useful ability." Shi Niang said.

"People are creatures who get carried away when they have power. Think about it, if your ability is very powerful, what would you use it for the first time? I know there is a substitute messenger whose ability is to stop time. He immediately Thinking about using it to conquer the world—what’s the use of this ability, if you stop for five to nine seconds, you can only memorize a single word for learning, and the group of idiots under him are even worse, jars can’t do it, Can't grow vegetables, can't raise livestock, conquer the world of a p? Use force to make others submit, and the behavior of forcibly squeezing will only lead to the collapse of society."

After getting acquainted, my wife always complained to me.

"The correct approach is to take care of those who can produce, give them a comfortable environment to produce more value, and harvest and distribute the surplus value generated by production in a certain proportion... so that producers will have the motivation to produce , This is the art of the operator.”

——What is the way of thinking of the capitalist superiors?

Is it a doctorate in economics?

Yes, my wife has three doctorate degrees and two master's degrees. Strictly speaking, she has a lawyer's license, a medical qualification certificate, and a Ph.D. in economics. You can count them on one hand in the United States. .

... I seem to be beginning to understand what the senior said "his wife is terrible".

Mistress is also a stand-in messenger, if it is capable, it may be healing, but I know that a foolish stand-in messenger like me is not happy to expose his stand-in ability, let alone a master like this.

"Let me tell you, your mentor's stand-in ability is the most useless. I think your Oufei's Law is a little better than him. There's a point in stopping time. What can you do in five seconds..." She also said Watching me talk nonsense, complaining to death about Professor's stand-in ability.

The whole world knows that professors have stopped working.

"Mistress."

"Ok?"

"The professor is behind you."

He appeared suddenly, so it can be judged that he stopped running over just now.

So, you see, time stops are still useful.

"Jo, Jotaro..."

"Time stop is useless?"

"..."

The teacher's wife was taken away by the professor again.

She doesn't seem to be learning well.

……so.

I, who was forced to listen to so many complaints from her, do I really have a way out?

Or am I really going to win the $500 million lottery this month?

I clutched my throbbing stomach and walked into the biology laboratory.

...In the final analysis, why is it that a graduate student who was transferred to be a stand-in messenger professor is forced to feed dog food every day?

Take care of the single dog a little bit!please!

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The night is like water.

The person sleeping next to her suddenly stretched out her hand, hugged the person next to the pillow in her arms, buried her face in the crook of her neck and rubbed hard.

"Jojo?" The voice of the person next to the pillow sounded, and the light was turned on, "What's wrong?...Are you crying?"

"No." Kujo Jotaro buried his face in Hanako's arms, rubbed hard twice, his voice sounded a little rough, "I had a nasty dream."

"Yeah, that's childish." Hanako touched his head, and finally reached out to hug him tightly, "Don't worry, no matter what kind of dream it is, it's just a dream."

"Ah."

"I'll always be by your side."

"Ah."

"We don't have to wait for anyone."

——Because, we have been together all the time, although we occasionally travel separately in tandem, but...

One day, we will meet at the same destination.

Then they looked at each other and smiled.

Well, yes, what a coincidence.

I (you) are here too.

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there's no more talk

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