Pei Yunge's beautiful pupils squinted, biting the small long spoon, and typing in a sentence.
[Well, get the prize. 】
Jiang Song on the other side: "..."
Win a prize?
Jiang Song turned his head and asked his companion, "Do you know Max? Is she an artist?"
"You have read too many romance novels, right? We hackers and part-time artists?"
The instant noodle boy laughed.
Jiang Song was even more puzzled when she heard it, "Then where would she go to get the prize?"
"What? Go get the prize? Let me see!"
Instant noodles immediately grabbed the phone and looked at this simple chat record for a while.
Finally said, "Boss, you are so doglegged."
Jiang Song's cool eyes fell on instant noodle head.
The instant noodle head shook his head like smashing garlic.
Jiang Song had no time to talk to him.
I just couldn't help but mutter, "Is there any particularly important award ceremony in the last few days?"
Actually more important than entering C17? ? ?
At first, when they first met with C17 internal staff, they couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and they wanted to fly over to sign the agreement.
This one is good, the schedule is full.
You have to make an appointment with her.
"Recently? Yes, R National Farizick Award." Instant noodles said straightforwardly.
Jiang Song: "...what did you say?"
Instant noodle head thought that Jiang Song really didn’t hear it, and talked about it endlessly,
Farizik Mathematics Award, the highest honor award in mathematics, and those who can win this award are all geniuses among geniuses...
"Then, do you think this award can have anything to do with Max?" Jiang Song smiled slightly.
Isn't this lower than the probability that Max is an artist? ? ?
Instant noodles thought for a while, "They learn computers, aren't they good at math?"
"I am so tall!"
Jiang Song slapped the back of the head of the instant noodle head to make him sober.
Isn't this too much novel? ?
...
The next day.
The punishments above came down soon.
Feng Jianwen did not move temporarily, but Dean Feng was dismissed.
This matter has been circulated in the school.
Feng Jianwen was even more embarrassed and didn't talk to anyone all day.
And until noon.
The competition in the junior class began.
In the conference hall.
Pei Yunge sat in the third row, and when he saw the results of the Yuncheng Junior Class, he quickly lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.
Fortunately, Teacher Hou has a strong ability to withstand stress and can keep the skin smiling.
3:11.
Yuncheng University Junior Class 3, Beichuan University 11.
As the number one university in China, Yunda lost miserably this time.
The enrollment of Yunda University is much stricter than that of Beichuan University.
However, these junior class students at Yunda think that their high IQ is everything and they refuse to work their studies.
So it's good now.
The people from Beichuan next door rubbed their faces on the ground this time.
...
But until today, the junior class students of Yunda realized that they were not qualified to be at ease.
Seeing that the students in the Junior Class of Yunda were disgraced, Pei Yunge felt that this competition was also a good lesson.
"Teacher Hou, calm down."
Pei Yunge glanced at Teacher Hou, probably thinking of Tiqi and the others, and suddenly became more gentle with Teacher Hou.
Teacher Hou was a little surprised by Pei Yunge's sudden comfort.
He sighed, "This game is probably lost."
"What is important to lose?"
Pei Yunge's empathetic words made Jianxi, who was playing the game next to him, slowly turn his head to look at her, "?"
Last time Jasmin was to the effect and was almost tied for second place, she remembered that Pei Yunge didn't say that...
The original words of Bae Yunge are--
"Fortunately, you won this time, otherwise I really don't know if I should start teaching you again from elementary school."
Their Y.G. teacher's desire to win...
"That's right, you still have a good mentality." Teacher Hou nodded in agreement.
Only Jane was beside her, her head down, afraid to speak.
Pei Yunge still has bright eyebrows, with a scattered smile, lazily supporting her cheek with one hand.
Until the intermission.
When the students on the stage came, someone from Beichuan University next door was laughing.
"They are really a junior class? How come they are not much different from the high school class?"
After I asked, there was a burst of laughter next door, which made the face of the Yunda Junior Class students who had stepped down, crimson-red.
"Lost?"
Teacher Hou asked lightly.
The students in the junior class were silent.
Began to understand why Teacher Hou was so harsh on them.
No matter how talented you are, you will always be eliminated.
"They are definitely not in the juvenile class. One student looks like he is about nineteen or twenty years old!" a bun-faced girl said angrily.
At this moment.
The Beichuan University student next door can hear clearly.
"Then you should also go with the 19-20 students! Our class is not afraid." The youth class next door arrogantly said.
"Hey, the teaching assistant of their class looks like a nineteen or twenty."
Someone interrupted suddenly.
This made Pei Yunge, who had been playing with his mobile phone by himself, stop with him.
soon.
The assistant teacher next door came over, a girl who was twenty-four-five.
She smiled, "If this is the case, why don't you try the teaching assistants of your school? The teaching assistants are so young, we really want to know the level of your school's teachers."
Teacher Hou stiffened, "This..."
Until now, Teacher Hou still thought that Pei Yunge came through the back door to become an assistant teacher.
I'm afraid that they don't even have the level of their junior class.
"no need."
Pei Yunge didn't raise his head, and quietly refused.
And other people, looking at the young assistant professor of Yunda, seemed to be indifferent to the victory or defeat of the youth class she led, and could still play the master plan so calmly, an idea immediately came to mind.
I'm afraid this teaching assistant is not a parallel importer.
No wonder the level of Yunda Junior Class is so poor.
"Can anyone at Yunda be a teaching assistant?" Someone sneered softly.
"That is, our assistant teachers in the Junior Class in Beichuan are already PhD students."
Half of the students in the Junior Class in Beichuan were the students who had lost the election at Yunda, so they also accumulated deep grievances against Yunda.
It was the first time that the people in Yunda Junior Class heard this and felt the frustration of being beaten in the face.
"none of your business."
A boy from Yunda Junior Class said uncomfortably.
It's not because of a good relationship with Bae Yunge.
I just feel that this time Pei Yunge was laughed at, mostly because they couldn't win.
In the final analysis, half of the responsibility lies with them.
"That is, my level is not good, what does it have to do with her? It's just an assistant teacher who came to our class temporarily."
Another girl glanced at Pei Yunge and said unnaturally.
And at the moment.
Jane was surprised, and this group of people was not hopeless.
She couldn't help but turn her eyes to Pei Yunge.
Waiting for her reply.
(End of this chapter)
