Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 13: Just because I drew a few pictures?

The skylight streamed through the glass windows, casting tiny spots of light on the stairs.

The footsteps became more frequent, and the students rushed in in a hurry like fish after the sluice gate was opened.

A faint fragrance wafted into the nose, the black plaid skirt swayed gently, and the white and tender calves reflected an ivory luster.

"Let me go, will you?"

Lin Sicheng moved a seat inside, and Xiao Yuzhu sat down. A bottle of Tea King was placed in front of him: "We are even now."

A bottle of drink is equivalent to a meal of Shell, it’s worth it.

He looked at the Coke in her hand and said, "Give me that!"

"Ah, I think the boys in the class like to drink that kind?"

"You have different hobbies."

Xiao Yuzhu handed him the Coke and casually asked, "What other hobbies do you have?"

"Singing, dancing, rap, and playing basketball."

Can Lin Sicheng dance?

What is rap?
Just as I was guessing, Lin Sicheng added, "And there are girls, pretty girls."

"Sigh~"

"Why, you like it too?"

"You like it!"

"Yeah, just like you."

Xiao Yuzhu rolled her eyes. It was probably because they were not very familiar with each other, otherwise she would definitely punch him.

The two of them were talking in high voices, and the girl in the front row turned around with a slightly strange look in her eyes.

I haven't seen them interact with each other before, when did their relationship become so good?
Just as I was feeling strange, the classroom suddenly became quiet.

The female professor walked up to the podium with her lecture notes. She was in her early fifties, tall and elegant.

But vaguely, there was a hint of majesty between his eyebrows.

The teaching assistant took the notebook and a few lines of words appeared on the projector: Technological Archaeology·Archaeological Dating·1.4.2, Uranium Series Isotope Dating Method.

Key Points:

difficulty:……

思考题：1、2、3、4、5……

Lin Sicheng took a look, took out a compass and protractor, as if he was going to draw a picture.

"Hey, Master Liu's class, take it easy!"

"Know!"

While saying he knew, Lin Sicheng took out some rough paper and a pencil.

To say that he still remembers the written knowledge he learned in college is nonsense, because he didn't study hard in college in his previous life.

But he does understand and can do it, and he is far ahead.

So when I listen to it again, I find it very boring and it’s better to do something else.

As the professor began to lecture, he also began to paint. With a few "swish", he drew the prototype of the Han Dynasty clay pot.

Xiao Yuzhu took a closer look and asked, "What is this, a teapot?"

"Don't be distracted and listen carefully. The science exam is a compulsory course and you have to write a paper at the end of the semester."

"You don't have to write?"

"nonsense!"

Of course he has to write, but if you give him an hour, he can write three articles.

Xiao Yuzhu curled her lips, and the girl in the front row also curled her lips.

Both of them thought that Lin Sicheng meant that he could graduate without writing a thesis.

Because that's what he did before.

The professor continued to lecture and Lin Sicheng continued to draw, pausing occasionally to recall the patterns and curvatures of the tiles he had bought.

I can probably make three, but where should I make them and how should I burn them after they are made?
A small electric kiln is essential, as is a pottery throwing machine. It would be best if a small workshop could be assembled, which would also be useful for restoring antique porcelain.

But the venue becomes a problem again?

Lin Sicheng was multitasking and didn't notice that the noise in the classroom was getting quieter.

Professor Liu stood next to Lin Sicheng, holding the lecture notes.

Xiao Yuzhu's scalp tingled, and she secretly picked up the drink bottle, but before she could poke it out, Professor Liu said "hmm".

The voice was soft and full of doubt, but it made Xiao Yuzhu shudder.

I told you to take it easy, but you refused to listen?

The nun even dared to confront the dean, not to mention that your grandfather had retired a long time ago?

She had already anticipated the scene where Lin Sicheng would be dragged up and scolded by Master Liu.

There are three classes in the classroom, with more than a hundred people. How embarrassing would that be?
Lin Sicheng was still drawing, and Liu Rong watched quietly. All the teachers in the department knew that Lin Sicheng was a poor student, not only in basic courses but also in professional courses.

But they also knew his relationship with Professor Lin, so as long as he didn't cause trouble and didn't affect other students, the professors basically didn't care.

The same goes for Liu Rong.

But a poor student is studying the knowledge of major B in a major A class, and studying it so seriously. What does this mean to the professor of major A?
It wasn't humiliating, but it was a bit excessive, so Professor Liu was indeed a little angry.

Just as she was thinking about how to teach his grandfather a lesson, she realized something was wrong.

What Lin Sicheng painted should be the design and composition of the purple clay teapot. The key is that the painting is pretty good?

The patterns are unique, the lines are smooth, and the overall design is simple and bright.

Did Professor Lin teach him?

Suddenly, most of the anger dissipated.

Liu Rong thought about it and gently tapped the table.

Lin Sicheng was still painting with his head covered: "Is get out of class over?"

Next your head?

You're done, don't you know?

Xiao Yuzhu didn't dare say anything and kicked him under the table.

Lin Sicheng realized it later and slowly raised his head.

It’s over, I was caught red-handed?

I'm afraid I can't escape a scolding.

He quickly stood up and smiled awkwardly: "Professor Liu, I'm sorry!"

Looking at the face that looked so similar to Professor Lin, Liu Rong sighed: "The other students are reviewing, you follow me!"

Hey, why don’t you curse here?
Lin Sicheng was secretly delighted and followed him out quietly.

The classroom suddenly boiled over:
"What's wrong with you, Master? Where's the energy you had when you confronted the dean at the research meeting?"

"Transgender?"

"Impossible. I've forgotten the scene in last week's open class when he scolded his second-year graduate student until he cried."

"Stop arguing, Lin Sicheng's grandfather is Vice President Lin!"

"So what? Master, you even dare to confront the dean?"

"I heard that Master was one of Professor Lin's first graduate students."

Suddenly, the classroom became quiet again.

After a long while, someone sighed sourly, "Lin Sicheng is so lucky!"

But I can't envy you.

Reincarnation is indeed a technical job.

……

Professor Liu's expression was serious, but his tone was calm.

"Do you know that 'Science Examination' is a compulsory course and must be taken at the end of the course?"

"What if I fail the exam? And you still ask your grandfather to say hello?"

"But what about the future? Can your grandfather protect you for the rest of your life?"

"Lin Sicheng, Professor Lin has almost sold out his face for you. Can you please let him have some peace of mind?"

It sounded fine at first, but as Lin Sicheng listened to the latter part, he felt something was not right: Why did it sound a bit like the tone his mother used when she scolded him?

I guess it’s because of his colleague, I feel sorry for my grandfather.

There's no way around it. Listen, these are all debts owed from previous lives.

For half the class, he stood there quietly and listened attentively.

At the end, Professor Liu changed the subject and asked, "Did Professor Lin teach you how to draw the porcelain pots?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.

The Han clay pot originated in the late Ming Dynasty. Even in the classification of purple clay pots, it is an unpopular pot shape among the unpopular ones.

But most of them are imitations, imitating the shape of Han Dynasty tubular tiles: straight body, large mouth, bridge button, tile quality, as well as the ancient, solemn sense of antiquity and simplicity.

Lin Sicheng, on the other hand, used real tiles to create even more unique and rare shapes. If he said he didn't learn it from his grandfather, others would have to believe it.

On second thought, he nodded.

"The painting is quite good. It shows that you are not bad at learning, nor do you lack understanding... This way..."

Professor Liu paused for a moment, then pointed to the teaching assistant next to him and said, "Xiao Sun isn't busy anyway. From now on, take half a day off every weekend and let her give you some pointers..."

After a pause, her face turned serious. "I don't teach other courses, so I have no control over them. But if you can't write the final thesis for 'General Theory of Archaeology' and 'Scientific Expeditions' well, don't even think about graduating. Even if Professor Lin comes to say hello, it's useless..."

Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered: How could this have happened in my previous life?
Just because I drew a few pictures in your class?

(End of this chapter)