but few idlers

In a blink of an eye, it was the first day of school. When Wu Yaoyu passed by the gate of J on a bicycle, he found many parents and freshmen taking pictures in front of the plaque of J University.The parents are all smiling, but the students are all unhappy, probably because of the sadness of parting!Wu holds a foolish thought.

The speech at the opening ceremony took Wu Zhuyu a lot of effort, but fortunately, the effect was good.This time everyone knows that there is a Wu Yaoyu in J University who is "born in J University, grew up in J University, learned in J University, and taught in J University".

Wu Yaoyu's elective course was approved a week ago, and it was scheduled for Monday night.Zhang Qingxiao and Lu Qingqian said that they would come to cheer Wu Zhiyu, after all, it was the first elective course in their life.Wu Yaoyu rolled his eyes at this.Zhou Kewen had already said that he would come to the class, which made Wu Zhiyu a little nervous, thinking that it would be great if he could take Zhou Kewen home after class. Thinking back to the feeling of sleeping with Zhou Kewen in his arms, Wu Zhiyu couldn't help Intoxicated.

Seeing the sun go west, Wu Yaoyu strolled to the classroom.When Wu Yaoyu arrived at the door of the classroom, he was startled. He exited the classroom and looked at the door plate. He took out his mobile phone to find out the schedule and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he entered the classroom.

There is still a long time before class starts, but the classroom is already packed to the brim. "Do you want so many people!" Wu Yaoyu wailed in his heart.

After a while, Zhang Qingxiao and Lu Qingqian entered the classroom.

"Hey, Teacher Wu!" Zhang Qing smiled and greeted Wu Yaoyu, while Lu Qingqian stood aside and smiled gently.

"So polite today?"

"You don't have to be polite in your territory!" Zhang Qing said with a small smile.

"Do you really want to listen? It seems that there is no place."

"Of course, don't worry about it. I've already asked the students to help me take the seat, in the last row." Zhang Qingxiao approached Wu Zhuyu's ear, and said softly, "Three!" Looking at Zhang Qingxiao, he owed a beating Wu Yaoyu was really helpless.

The teaching assistant for Wu Yaoyu in the department is a beautiful woman in the first year of Ph.D. named Zheng Yu, a thin and cheerful southern girl who greets Wu Yaoyu as soon as she enters the classroom.The two of them chatted and found out that they were the same age, and Zheng Wei wailed instantly.

Zheng Yu said that her roommate knew that she was going to be a teaching assistant for Wu Zhiyu, and she was very envious. She also said that the speech at the opening ceremony had attracted a lot of fans to Wu Zhiyu.

Wu Zhiyu smiled, noncommittal, and continued to communicate with Zheng Wei about the course arrangement, and said that if he was really busy, he would just come to help collect an assignment in the last class.Zheng Wei said that it is better to see once than to hear a hundred times, and she is willing to "worship" Wu Yaoyu's disciples. She also said that she would go to the Academic Affairs Office after class to communicate with him and change Wu Yaoyu's classroom to a bigger one.

Two minutes before the start of class, Wu Zhiyu saw Zhou Kewen coming in from the back door in a hurry. After looking around for a while, Zhang Qingxiao dragged him to his seat.

Wu Yaoyu took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat

"really miss you."

Seeing Zhou Kewen's mouth raised from a distance, he replied the message,

"good"

The class bell rang, and even the back row was full of people, and there were still students standing in the aisle.

"Okay, let's start class."

Quiet in the classroom.

"Hi everyone, I'm Wu Yuyu. The name of this course is "The Origin of Ideology and Culture in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties." The Department of History also opened a course called "Exploring the Origin of Ancient Chinese Culture" next door, which is taught by Wu Geng. Professor Si said that if there are students who go to the wrong classroom, it is still too late to leave.”

There were bursts of laughter in the classroom.

"To put it simply, this course starts from the perspective of cultural history, and looks at the development of Confucianism, Mohism, Law, Taoism, and Buddhism based on the culture of the Central Plains in the pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties. Although this course is dated in the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties , but the scope of the lecture should be pushed back to the pre-Qin period. It is very vulgar to say that it is the question of where Chinese culture comes from. I need to remind everyone that most of the views in this course are quoted from a book of mine called "Exploring the Origin of Culture in the Six Dynasties" , but this book has not been officially published. If you quote the views of this lesson when you are going to make a thesis, please pay attention. I reserve the right to pursue legal action. You can contact me by email, the address is on the blackboard, and I will reply within 72 hours Reply. But I won’t answer personal questions.” There were bursts of laughter in the classroom, and Zhou Kewen thought to himself, this little guy is quite cute!

One after another, people approached the classroom. Wu Zhiyu swallowed, and continued,

"The final grade of this course is based on attendance and paper grades. Well... because I was very lucky to hit the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, the class of 32 hours has become 28 hours. However, I still allow you to skip a class class."

"Wow……"

"There are always more important things than class!" Wu Yaoyu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then said, "I usually allow students in the history department to skip two classes, and they have 64 class hours. Then, the last class of this class The grades are based on the submitted papers and attendance. How do you roll the rolls in a class with 170 students? It’s definitely unfair to draw points, and it’s a waste of time to count one by one, so I went to the School of Computer Science for help, and they provided me with a software.”

Then everyone in the classroom watched Wu Zhuyu click on the private computer with an external camera, "Look at me!"

"Fuck, this is amazing, Wu Hanhan actually made such a thing, cheapskates don't know how to share it." Zhang Qingxiao muttered aside.

"Pay attention to the words you use." Lu Qingqian nudged Zhang Qing slightly.

After demonstrating the high-tech software, Wu Yaoyu's class got down to business.Wu Zhuyu on the podium was in high spirits and spoke vigorously. Zhang Qingxiao, who always felt that history was boring, also stared and listened seriously.

"Has Hanhan eaten?" Lu Qingqian whispered to Zhang Qingxiao.

"No, she never eats in evening class, she says she falls asleep easily."

The two glanced at Zhou Kewen, wondering if he heard the conversation between the two.

"The bald old man from the history department said..."

"Which one?"

"I forgot what his name is. He seems to be a very good person, a master of the mountain."

"Oh."

"Don't interrupt, he said that Hanhan is a historical talent born once in a hundred years. I don't believe it. What's so great about her small appearance. Sometimes she can't speak well. Today I believe it. The classroom appeal is too strong."

"I don't know if she brings yogurt, it seems that she likes yogurt the most in evening class."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Hanhan, the sisters are here to help you.

Zhou Kewen was taking notes leisurely by the side, while listening to the conversation between Zhang Qingxiao and Lu Qingqian.

☆, imagination