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Yan Ruizhi was thinking, when there was a knock on the door not far away.

During the lunch break, there was only one person in the whole company who had knocked on his door, so he put down his phone and answered.

A few years ago, Yan Ruizhi completely reversed the embarrassing situation of the low market share of VR games by relying on a phenomenal work "Nostalgia" that broke through the traditional technology. The VR genius who broke through the technical barriers with great power" and "the legendary figure who brought the entire VR game industry back to life".

Technological innovation has also caused the valuation of "Yuyu Technology" to skyrocket, becoming the unicorn game company that has been in the limelight in recent years.

Anyway, he is a vice president of the company. Compared with Yan Ruizhi, Hao Shuai is extremely casual.

He opened the door and came in, and brought him lunch: "I don't think you asked Xiaoyou to buy it for you, but you still feel that something is wrong with your appearance today, so I'd better come over to comfort you."

Yan Ruizhi raised his eyes, looked at Hao Shuai's boiled pork slices and chopped pepper beef brisket on the table, and turned his head: "No need."

It makes how he eats.

"I bought everything according to your taste." Hao Shuai asked suspiciously, "I heard something wrong with your voice today. Do you have a cold?"

"You're talking about this now, why don't you think about when deo will be finished." Yan Ruizhi lowered his head and said impersonally.

"Can we not talk about work during the break time—" Hao Shuai pretended to howl, "Why didn't you reply to the message I sent you last night?"

Yan Ruizhi continued without raising his eyebrows: "Because the person who hit me up came back and gave me medicine while I was going to see you off, but a college student came to help me out, I don't want to go to the hospital so slept with him."

After finishing speaking, he really saw Hao Shuai's face change from "thinking he was listening to a story" to a look of horror, so he couldn't bear to add: "Do you really believe it?"

As Yan Ruizhi's only friend, Hao Shuai of course knew about his sexual orientation, and frowned with lingering fear: "...then your joke is a little too big."

Yan Ruizhi was noncommittal: "What's teasing you is gastroenteritis."

Hao Shuai was dubbed Mr. Hao by the people in the company. Since he was a child with a harmonious family and a simple environment, he also felt that what he said was too outrageous. He nodded and took out his mobile phone to send a message: "Okay, I will ask Xiaoyou to bring you some porridge."

"Thank you." Yan Ruizhi got up and walked to the table to sit down.

"Aren't you gastroenteritis? There's nothing wrong with the plan coming out of the seminar." Hao Shuai dug out the coffee machine in his cabinet, took the beans and began to grind it slowly, "Go to sleep in it first?"

"Let me go through the process of PM promotion." Yan Ruizhi said lightly.In fact, he said he was uncomfortable to the point where he couldn't do anything, he was not so delicate, "I'm not here this afternoon, I have to go to school."

"You really can't rest all day." Hao Shuai sighed, "That afternoon..."

A slight smile appeared on Yan Ruizhi's face: "I'll trouble Mr. Hao for the procedure in the afternoon."

"...Okay, I'll take the test for you in the afternoon." Knowing that he couldn't persuade Hao Shuai, Hao Shuai sighed helplessly, and swallowed the words in the middle of the sentence: "Go, anyway, there are two classes a month, just take it easy— — Hey, your phone is ringing."

The warm old friend chat screen was forced to stop.

Yan Ruizhi slid his phone away amidst the aroma of coffee in the room——

[Reasonable: Good afternoon, Mr. Yan (*^▽^*)!I don't know if you are still suffering. I bought the medicine. Is it convenient for you to give me an address so I can send it over? 】

He didn't finish reading, and closed the chat window naturally.

Hao Shuai was curious: "Who is it?"

Yan Ruizhi didn't show it on the face, and put the phone back on the table firmly: "The insurance salesman."

Because his experience and achievements are quite legendary, he agreed to be a visiting professor at the kind invitation of Anjing University. He took elective courses and did not hold a professional title. Overall, it was quite easy.

"Boss Yan, we're here."

The driver reminded him gently, and Yan Ruizhi came back to his senses.

The visiting professor is not an official professor, and Yan Ruizhi didn't need a teaching assistant. He prepared the content by himself a few days in advance and walked to the teaching building.

He usually prepares a little earlier. There was a bit of a traffic jam today, and it was almost time for class when he entered the classroom.

This course is called the application of holographic technology. It is reasonable to say that the content is complicated and boring, and no one except related majors will come to listen.Yan Ruizhi has never cared about attendance issues, but because he is very young and has an amazing resume, every time he goes to the lecture theater, there are basically no empty seats.

After entering the door, the originally lively classroom was much quieter. Because there was no teaching assistant, he could only adjust the equipment by himself.

"Teacher Yan!" The female student who had met several times before said kindly, "Do you need help?"

Before Yan Ruizhi could express his opinion, a figure beside him came over and tuned the multimedia for him.

"Thank you, classmate." Yan Ruizhi said as he lowered his head and passed the courseware.

"Mr. Yan, you're welcome."

The student who came over spoke politely and enthusiastically, with a low and pleasant voice.

And very...familiar.

"..."

This voice made Yan Ruizhi pause.

Then immediately looked up.

Sure enough, the one-night stand partner who was so annoying in the morning changed into a clean and refreshing light gray shirt and stood in front of him.

Without the festive T-shirt, the whole body is full of the hearty temperament only at this age. He was smiling when he looked at Yan Ruizhi at the moment, and he is really a decent and well-behaved student.

Yan Ruizhi held back his inappropriate expression, and only responded calmly.

"Teacher Yan, my name is He Nian."

As if Yan Ruizhi asked him, this reasonable classmate nervously introduced himself.

Yan Ruizhi resisted the urge to change this class into self-study, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Are you majored in this?"

"Ah? No, but I'm very interested in this course, and I even took it." He Nian took it as a matter of course.

"Then why haven't I seen you in the previous few classes?" Yan Ruizhi asked calmly.

"Maybe Teacher Yan didn't notice me," He Nian lowered his voice, even a little pitifully, "I've always been sitting on the left."

"I know that Teacher Yan is very busy every day, so it's normal not to notice me," He Nian said in a tone of "I'm really a sensible and good student", "but it's okay, don't do anything because of this." Other ideas, I am very happy to be in your class today."

Yan Ruizhi smelled new tea in the spring air.

"...Okay," he took a breath, sneered, and continued with He Nian's nonsense, "Then I'll look up your last attendance record later."

"I didn't come twice!" He Nian immediately made amends.

Yan Ruizhi didn't look at him, lowered his head and opened the textbook, and said mercilessly: "It's late. I've decided to fail my class twice after being absent twice. You might as well go back and prepare for the make-up exam immediately."

"Then I don't—"

He Nian still wanted to talk, so Yan Ruizhi adjusted the courseware and raised his voice slightly so that the students sitting close could hear: "Thank you, classmate, you can go down now."

He Nian had no choice but to go back to the front row silently.

He obviously grew taller, but Yan Ruizhi inexplicably saw a burst of grievance from the back.

It's weird.

He withdrew his gaze and cleared his throat: "Then let's start class now."

He was still wearing the suit he wore in the morning, but it had been ironed, his hair and eyes were as black as jade, his facial features were clear and cold, his gestures were polite and polite, but there was always a sense of alienation.

Yan Rui doesn't like to follow the textbook in class. He usually combines the content of the courseware with the actual situation, adds his own experience, and expresses it in an understandable way as much as possible.

He acted as if he hadn't seen He Nian, and the lecture was clear and calm throughout the lecture, only towards the end

As long as it's not too much, he doesn't have strict requirements for classroom discipline, but maybe today's temper is not going well, so he stopped and asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, nothing," the girl immediately waved her hand, "I just want to change places with the classmate in front of me."

Yan Ruizhi looked over, even in the lecture theater, He Nian was too tall to cover the people in the back row, and only half of the PPT and blackboard could be seen.

He Nian also met his gaze and called him innocently, "Teacher Yan."

Yan Ruizhi spoke calmly, as if he was just a good teacher who was upholding justice for other students: "You seem to be covering the students behind."

"I'm also listening to the class." He Nian whispered.

The other boy was blunt: "Oh brother, you can change it with her, you are not our major, she still needs credits—"

Yan Ruizhi spoke with great interest; "Oh?"

He Nian didn't seem to hear the teasing in his tone, and he reasoned with the people next to him: "I really like Teacher Yan's class, and I was the first one here to occupy a seat today just to listen to Teacher Yan's class. I didn’t eat, I just wanted to listen to Teacher Yan’s class up close.”

?

How much outrageous.

Yan Ruizhi took a deep breath, and then asked calmly: "Then what are the three most important points in the holographic vision programming points I just mentioned?"

There was no embarrassment in He Nian's tone, and he was so frank that he didn't answer without shame: "The first point is..."

Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Yan Ruizhi looked away in satisfaction and continued to teach his class.

His timing was just right, and after finishing the last sentence, it happened to be the end of get out of class.

"Then I'll tell you the rest in the next class." Yan Ruizhi cleared his throat and ended the class without assigning any tasks.

"By the way," he carried his bag and walked to the door of the classroom, "the courseware is left on the computer, it's about multimedia and follow-up..."

He looked at the person in the first row through a group of young faces: "This classmate who likes me so much will do it for me."

Among them, the four words "especially like" are bitten very strongly. To the ears of outsiders, it seems that the two have formed a sincere teacher-student friendship.

Just after the beginning of spring, there was still a bit of chill in the air, and the sky was getting dark quickly. After class, Yan Rui met the freshman counselor. The two chatted for a while, and it was almost evening when they came out of the office building.

He actually agreed with Hao Shuai's statement that the reason why he agreed to come to the class was really because he wanted to relax after work.

He lives not too far from the school, Yan Ruizhi would walk home every time he came back from class.He is very familiar with the road here. Going out from the back door of the third canteen is an alley, which is also the favorite snack street of the students. If you pass through this alley, you can get home as soon as possible.

This street is an old street, with all kinds of small shops on both sides. The sizzling sound of fried food, the heat of hot pot and the sweetness of pastries blend together to create a noisy and lively scene. .

Yan Ruizhi was wearing a well-tailored custom-made suit, and it seemed a little out of place to walk here.

But he still slowed down a little, feeling the rare youthful breath calmly.

At the next intersection, there is a famous Lao Tang Malatang restaurant. Because the shop is too small, we had to set up a tent to place the benches and small tables outside.

This store hasn't raised prices in ten years. He came here when he was a freshman. Now he saw the familiar door and felt a little emotional for a moment. He looked over subconsciously——

"Hello, Teacher Yan!"

Hearing his voice before seeing him, Yan Ruizhi's eyes almost went dark.

He Nian was sitting with a few classmates, with a bunch of skewered skewers placed in front of him, and a glass bottle of soda that had just been opened and was slightly bubbling with air-conditioning, looking at him across the steaming pot.

Although his face was slightly covered by the heat, Yan Ruizhi could imagine the other party's expression now.

Yan Ruizhi wanted to pretend he didn't know him, and turned his eyes away to speed up his pace, but He Nian had already brushed aside his grievances. The classmates rushed over, and with a tone of seeing their teacher, they called out again emotionally and sincerely: "Teacher Yan! "

"..."

Yan Ruizhi walked away.