Don't fall in love with the professor

Chen Yue made a big joke a while ago. She actually cried in Teacher Zhong's office. Although the teacher didn't say anything at the time, the more she thought about it afterwards, the more embarrassing she became, and she felt that she would never have the face to see the teacher again.

"What a big deal, Mr. Zhong is so busy all day, maybe he has forgotten it long ago." Roommate Zhao Qing comforted her.

"That's right, Teacher Zhong doesn't only teach our class, he also takes elective courses in the third year, how can he memorize every student clearly, besides, even if he remembers, it's okay, most of them won't take it to heart. Another roommate lifted the bed curtain, revealing a head.

"Really?" Chen Yue asked dubiously.

"Of course, don't think about it all the time."

"Then I finished correcting the homework, do you still want to show it to Teacher Zhong?"

"Don't you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination in this field? You should show him, otherwise you don't know if your correction is right." Zhao Qing is the most warm-hearted person in the dormitory, and she is very assertive, often helping others idea.

The dormitory is for four people, and they go to bed and sit on the table. Chen Yue sat in his seat and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't show it to him."

Wuzi struggled for a while, then turned around again, and said to Zhao Qing, "Why don't I send the homework to his mailbox? This way we don't need to meet each other."

Zhao Qing couldn't understand her indecision, rolled her eyes, and put her arm on her shoulder.

"It's so troublesome to say on the mailbox, the most effective communication is to meet each other, well, can't I go with you?"

Chen Yue hesitated and said, "That, that's good."

The next morning, accompanied by Zhao Qing, Chen Yue went to the office to find Zhong Kexing.

"Mr. Zhong, I rewrote my review, can you see if there is anything else that needs to be changed?"

Although the carefree Zhao Qing followed, Chen Yue still had no idea, so her tone of voice was also timid.

When she saw Zhong Kexing take over her homework, her eyes scanned line by line like a radar, her heart jumped up and down.

Seeing that his brows were gradually furrowed and his expression was solemn, he couldn't help but tighten the hem of his clothes.

I thought, it's over, I'm going to be scolded again.

Tell yourself, this time you have to hold back no matter what, and don't cry anymore, it's too embarrassing.

Zhong Kexing cleared his throat, as if he was about to express his opinion.

Chen Yue's heart was like a temple bell, it was hit hard by the coughing sound, and it kept trembling.

Just listen to Zhong Kexing speaking slowly.

"Your article sorts out the research results of many scholars, and the theme of the discussion is also very clear. It can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into it, and it has improved compared with the last time."

If a person often criticizes others, then his praise is much more precious. Chen Yue thought he would be reprimanded again, but he didn't expect to be affirmed by Zhong Kexing, and he was flattered for a while.

"Really...really? Thank you, thank you Teacher Zhong."

I just feel that all the hard work has not been in vain.

"Hmm." Zhong Kexing heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her smile.

It turns out that praising people is not that difficult.

"It is indeed much better than last time, but if this place can be improved, it will be more perfect."

After Chen Yue praised this, she became more courageous, and hurriedly bent over to look, "What needs to be changed?"

Zhong Kexing took out a red pen from the pen container, just about to write something, the tip of the pen paused, raised his head and asked, "Do you mind if I draw on it?"

"Don't mind, don't mind."

"Okay then," Zhong Kexing told her patiently, "This place, you see, why did you discuss the research methods and research results of the predecessors..."

Today's Zhong Kexing is completely different from usual. When Chen Yue and Zhao Qing walked out of the office, they were still dizzy.

"Teacher Zhong is so patient. In the past, he would only tell us what was not done well, but he didn't tell us how to change it. Today, he actually explained it to us word by word." Zhao Qing said.

Chen Yue agreed, "I've never seen him so gentle. I used to keep a straight face, and I didn't dare to ask him."

"That's right," Zhao Qing said with a nympho expression, "And the sentence he said, do you mind if I draw it? Mind if I draw it? The voice is too nice."

"Don't you know? There are students from other colleges who came to Mr. Zhong's class, and took photos and posted them on the Hangning Forum."

"Really? Really? Let me see."

Chen Yue opened the forum, clicked on the high-quality posts, and flipped through them backwards.

"Well, that's it."

The photo hanging in the post was probably taken during class break. In the photo, Zhong Kexing is standing behind the podium, wearing a white shirt, the sleeves are casually rolled up to the wrist, holding the mouse in one hand and propping up the desktop in the other, looking down at the courseware .

Probably because of the sneak shot, the focus was not good, and the image was a bit blurry, but it was enough to make the hearts of all the girls jump.

Posts are also exclamation.

"Good guy, I'm direct good guy, whose teacher is this? I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Xinnv is willing to use ten catties of meat in exchange for 45 minutes of the teacher's class!"

"Man, you have managed to attract my attention—butler, three minutes, I want all his information!"

"Physiological and biochemical, there must be a problem; pathological disease, narrow escape! Welcome to the four major wizards of the Academy of Biological Sciences!"

"This is Mr. Zhong from our School of Biological Sciences. Every Monday and Thursday, the third session of "Introduction to Molecular Biology" in Xingde Building 303, you can come and listen~"

"Apply in a group for the Faculty of Letters! Reserve a seat first~"

"Wait, upstairs, are you really going to fail?! I'm sure!!! I escaped last class..."

Jiang Xiaocheng's idea made Zhong Kexing suddenly enlightened. He suddenly remembered that when he was young, he was also happy when he heard the encouragement and praise from the people around him.

Those words also inspired me.

As the years passed, they gradually forgot their power.

Thinking about it from another angle, when I was in my sophomore and junior year, I was also at a loss about things like experiments and papers?

You shouldn't be too harsh on them, you should always encourage them and give them more guidance.

As soon as Zhong Kexing thought of this, he couldn't help but want to talk to Jiang Xiaocheng.

"Hey?"

The phone was connected quickly, but the voice on the other side was noisy, and Jiang Xiaocheng was probably outside.

"I just met the student and used your method."

"How about it?"

"Looks like it's working fine."

"That's good."

Zhong Kexing paused and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Xiaocheng's laughter came from the opposite side.

"You're welcome, as long as I can help you."

"Then..." Zhong Kexing looked out the window, and there were two birds hovering on the treetops, chirping.

"Heyuan Road has opened a new shop, you have time tonight—"

"Hmm..." Jiang Xiaocheng hesitated for a moment, as if there was something hard to say, "Tonight...I..."

At this time, a broadcast sound came through the phone.

"Please Mr. Sun from No. 0036 to chair No. 8 in the first consultation room."

Zhong Kexing's heart sank, "Are you in the hospital? What happened?"

"It's all right," Jiang Xiaocheng was afraid that he would be worried, so he hurriedly explained, "It's just that I had a toothache before, and I checked it out. It's wisdom teeth that are inflamed and need to be pulled out."

Zhong Kexing stood up from the chair and picked up the key on the table.

"Why didn't you tell me? Which hospital, I'll go right away."

"Don't come, it's not a serious illness, just call my number right away."

"City Dental Hospital? The First Affiliated Hospital?"

"It's really not necessary, I can do it myself, it's okay." Jiang Xiaocheng didn't tell him in advance, just because he was afraid of troubling him.

Zhong Kexing was silent for a while.

Then he said: "You are very independent and kind, but it would be even better if you are willing to share with others instead of carrying everything on your own."

Jiang Xiaocheng stood in the waiting area, holding the phone, slightly startled.

He has discovered more than once that Zhong Kexing has the ability to penetrate people's hearts.

Entering the revolving glass door of the hospital is the spacious registration hall. After Zhong Ke walked to the consultation desk to inquire about the location of the stomatology department, he went straight up the stairs.

Whether it is a weekday or a weekend, there are always so many people in the hospital. There are rows of seats on one side of the corridor for people to rest, but there are no free seats at this time. Zhong Kexing was also afraid of missing out with Jiang Xiaocheng, so he kept standing Waiting not far from the consulting room.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Xiaocheng walked out with his left cheek in one hand.

"Small city!" Zhong Kexing quickly came up to him, bowed his head and asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Jiang Xiaocheng raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head, opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped again.

"You still don't talk, it will involve the wound."

Jiang Xiaocheng then took out his mobile phone to type.

"It doesn't hurt, I took anesthesia."

"The doctor said to stay in the hospital for observation for half an hour."

"Aren't you at work? If you have something to do, go and do it first."

Zhong Kexing frowned, wanted to say something, but stopped when he saw Jiang Xiaocheng's slightly swollen face.

Explained: "There is no class today."

The radio was calling again. A gray-haired old couple put their heads together and checked the notice in their hands. Realizing that it was their turn, they picked up their bags and stood up quickly.

There were exactly two seats vacant.

Zhong Kexing pulled Jiang Xiaocheng to sit down, reached out to him and said, "Let me see."

Jiang Xiaocheng gave him all the things in his hand.

A CT, a medical record, a notice card, and miscellaneous fee receipts.

Zhong Kexing carefully flipped through one by one, as if he was browsing some important documents.

Finally, focus on the dos and don'ts card.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Xiaocheng hesitated for a moment and typed a line.

"Are you angry?"

She tugged at the corner of his clothes and motioned him to look.

"Angry?" Zhong Kexing was puzzled at first, and then realized what he was referring to.

"I'm not angry, but you should tell me when you come to the hospital."

As if he felt that he didn't explain clearly, he continued: "I shouldn't come to the hospital by myself..."

Jiang Xiaocheng heard that his tone was no different from usual, knowing that he didn't care about what he was hiding, so he felt relieved.

At the same time, another inexplicable emotion slowly fermented.

Turning his head away, Zhong Kexing's clear and deep outline came into view.

I heard him say again: "In the next few days, you will have to drink porridge."

Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Zhong Kexing in disbelief, then hurriedly lowered his head to look at the notice card.

Zhong Kexing pointed to the line and read it to him.

"You can eat only 2 hours after tooth extraction... It is advisable to eat soft food, eat irritating food by mistake, and avoid smoking and drinking."

He knew Jiang Xiaocheng's food preferences, and he repeatedly emphasized:

"During this period of time, you can't eat anything that is numb, spicy, or sour, which is not conducive to wound healing. From my experience, it is best to use porridge as the main food."

Before Jiang Xiaocheng had time to read the card given to him by the doctor, when he heard Zhong Kexing's interpretation, his face was full of sorrow.

I thought sullenly in my heart, if I knew this was the case, I should have eaten a few good meals first.

Zhong Kexing couldn't hear the words in his heart, and his attention was always on the pile of medical bills. He picked up the CT film and looked at it for a while, then sorted all the things in order of size, and put them into the bag together.

Then he said solemnly: "I will take care of you in the next few days."