[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei felt that Professor Mosaic Fendi must be an ultimate obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

She has observed.

Yes, that's right.

The real Sherlock Holmes and the fake Mosaic Fendi, as usual, set off from the office 10 minutes earlier, at their usual pace.

According to his pace, he walked over so calmly, and would step into the classroom on time 3 minutes before class.

Same day.

Then he looked around the classroom, and he knew that there were more people today, and even the decibels of the noise were much higher.But before class, that wasn't his area of ​​management.

So he just glanced lightly.

But just this one glance is enough to make fans even more excited.

Weiwei/Mosaic(?)/Straight men who come to the classroom are really only for the students who are studying: superficial.

Mosaic Fendi, as before, put down the computer, turned on the courseware, and connected to the projector. As before, he left exactly 1 minute for the students to read the after-class thinking questions.Then turn around and start writing the solution steps on the blackboard.

Professor Fendi's words looked very clear, but they were all neatly capitalized.It's just that it's much faster to write than the other professors.

Write down a few short formulas, put down the chalk at the same time, the class bell rang, and the time was exactly the same.

This is the self-cultivation of an obsessive-compulsive disorder x

Unlike the past, this time Professor Fendi did not start the class directly, but restrained the discipline.

"No. 17 in the fourth row." He adjusted the position of the microphone and said in a low voice.

Weiwei looked back subconsciously, and found out, it was him?

exm? ?

???

Confused is confused, but Weiwei still stood up, she could even hear a little laughing voice.

"No. 16 in the third row." Professor Fendi read another position after seeing Weiwei stand up.

Weiwei couldn't see her face behind her, but she could see the girl with brown curly hair standing up a bit awkwardly.

"Explain which theorems are used in the formula on my blackboard."

The whole place was silent.

Simply.Is this the student who wants to drive away the class?

On the contrary, Weiwei calmed down. Since this is the case, she won't make things difficult for herself.She glanced at the steps she had written, and then at the blackboard, feeling confident in her heart.But she had no intention of speaking first.

Professor Fendi's face was indifferent. He even walked to the direction facing No. 16 and looked straight at the girl.

His eyes were not mixed with other emotions, just staring indifferently, but it was this kind of eyes that made the girl feel as if she had no place to put her hands and feet, and her face flushed quickly.

After waiting quietly for half a minute, Professor Fendi ran out of patience and turned to Weiwei: "Victor, you answer."

Victor your sister.

Weiwei felt a little displeased in her heart, but she didn't say it now, but added a sentence after answering the question clearly: "Victoria, professor, I'm Victoria Mayer."

Professor Fendi remained calm, turned his head and walked back to the podium: "Students who have taken my class—I don't want to admit that you are all my students, if you can't even answer such a simple question."

He seemed to look around the classroom again.

"Students who have not signed up for this course, if you have brains, listen carefully. If you don't, I don't want to see you in my class. If you have to show up, please keep your mouth shut and just listen to the class—even if you don't have brains. The ability to think, at least the ability to control one's mouth."

"Sit down," he paused, "class."

Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, but she never expected that this was the beginning.

Professor Fendi seems to be addicted to this class, or the previous class has too much content and this class is too easy, he likes to ask people to answer the questions when he catches the sample questions, every time he clicks on Weiwei, and then clicks on another Two to three girls.Every time, the result is that Weiwei can answer but the other girls can't.

Weiwei's nervousness and helplessness at the beginning turned into numbness - when she was lit up for the fourth time.

She finally understood that the other people who were targeted were all the fans who came to watch, okay?

Fangirls: Professor Fendi is so handsome, as long as you don’t click me!

Fangirls who were pointed out: Professor you are so hin that it is easy to lose me!

During the countdown of half an hour, Professor Fendi finally changed his personal favourite, named Tommy Green.

Tommy dealt with the first two questions with ease, but Tommy got it wrong on the third.Professor Fendi frowned, almost all the students below guessed the result.

"Victoria Mayer."

Vivi just wants to say goodbye to manual.

She stood up, feeling that she was very hateful, very sorry for the fans, and also very sorry for Tommy Green.But she still didn't want to lose face in front of Professor Fendi.

Because Professor Fendi will definitely say that she has no brains, she is not happy_(:3ゝ∠)_

She read out a few key formulas in her draft book and reported the answer.

Professor Fendi nodded expressionlessly and told everyone who stood up to sit down.

Weiwei counted quietly. In this class, he picked up 21 students who were not in the class. As for why he was definitely not a student in the class, it was naturally because these questions were basically review questions for the previous lessons. Not even a single word can't be answered.

As for why he was named, Weiwei firmly believes that it must be because he corrected the professor’s mistakes in public—he misremembered his name—and denied the professor’s memory, which made the professor hold a grudge.

It must be so!

Even if Weiwei didn't look back, she knew that the students in the class were terrified into silence. After all, there was only one professor who specially set aside a class to call the roll, and he picked one right, none of them were students in the class. It was simply scary.

What Weiwei didn't expect was that the reason why Professor Mosaic Fendi clicked on her was that he only remembered the name of this person.

It's not that you can't order anything else, it's just that there is no need to dig out unnecessary information from the depths of the memory palace.

It's not that he can't count the seat numbers. With his observation ability, he can judge who can write these questions at will, but it's just to reduce the error rate and add smoothness.

Since there is the easiest way, why not do it?

It was in such an exhausted situation that Weiwei heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

The professor is the same as before, accompanied by the class bell, and then set the after-class thinking questions on the projector, and then started to put away the computer, because all the fans bowed to the evil forces, this time around the desk to ask questions There were not many people, and when Weiwei squeezed out of the seat, there were only three people in front of her, and one of them was another boy who was pointed up.

Brown hair, a little pockmarked face, but still pretty.

As usual, Weiwei moved a little closer to hear the questions other students asked, but Green seemed to have just finished asking, and walked out holding the book with his head bowed.

So introverted.

She glanced carefully at Professor Fendi, who had already started to read another classmate's topic.So Weiwei looked down at the question, and as usual, she was attracted by the professor's hand again.

No matter how many times I look at it, Professor Fendi's hand is still very beautiful.

The fingers are fair at the scene, the knuckles are slightly protruding, and the posture of holding the pen is not good.

Eh...a small scar on your hand?It didn't seem to be there last time.

She blinked.

Maybe it was burnt by accident, she thought, turning her attention back to the topic.

When it was Weiwei's turn, Weiwei quickly turned over the topic, and then asked Professor Fendi how he jumped from one step to the next.

She got the formula right for this question by luck, so I would like to ask Professor Fendi what he thinks about this step.

"Intuition is very accurate," Professor Mosaic Fendi commented lightly, he held a pen and added one between Weiwei's two formulas, "Go to my office, the door is unlocked, the second row down from the bookshelf to the right The sixth book from the left, go and get it yourself now."

"In case you've been asking the same types of questions as you've been doing for the past month." He closed her book and handed it to her.

Weiwei didn't know how many arrows from the fans were stuck in his back at this time.

The hatred in this class has been enlarged.

It's almost enough for 818.