I've been so wronged.

On Monday, He Yu went to the college next door with his shoulder bag on time and knocked on the door.

The teacher in the position closest to the door, "Come in."

He Yu courteously said, "Hello, I'm looking for Professor Xie."

"Xie Qingcheng, your student."

Xie Qingcheng came out from the inner office, and to He Yu's surprise, he actually wore a pair of glasses today.

Xie Qingcheng used to be non-myopic.

"Just in time." Xie Qingcheng simply said, "Come in."

He Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances at the way he wore his glasses, it was quite handsome, making his sternness a little less, his bookishness a little heavier, and he didn't look so annoying.

Unfortunately, when Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth to speak, it was the same attitude that He Yu did not appreciate: "I want you to use these materials to make a few courseware PPTs, in addition, there are still some documents here that need to be converted into electronic versions. There are a lot of medical data in there, I am not sure about the accuracy of the software, image to text is prone to errors, after you hand-type it, check it a few more times, got it?"

He Yu looked at the large medical books on his desk, almost all of which could be used as killing tools to smash people to death.

"Prof. Xie, do you know that technology can liberate mankind."

Xie Qingcheng slammed a copy of Puxin and a copy of Shexin in front of him, and the desk shook, the computer screen trembled.

"But I also know that humans shouldn't be overly dependent on technology. Get to work, starting with what I've red-penciled in these two books."

He Yu looked at the two thick brick books with their many annotated pages, which had doubled in size. He tried to maintain his good manners, after all, he was sitting in Xie Qingcheng's office, and there were several professors in the same room who hadn't left yet. So he whispered to Xie Qingcheng:

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Nope. I just want to exercise your patience and perseverance." Xie Qingcheng stood next to him with his coffee and took a sip.

He Yu: "......"

"I'm not asking for much. You do it carefully." Xie Qingcheng dropped a sentence, threw He Yu a can of Red Bull, and then turned around and went about his business.

He Yu narrowed his almond eyes slightly.

He opened Xie Qingcheng's computer, the cursor moved to the word and then stopped, behind the long eyelashes is a haze.

"Let's see ......"

For a man in his thirties like Xie Qingcheng, it's only natural that his personal computer or cell phone will contain some less than respectable content. But in order to avoid social death, gentlemen will consciously set passwords and hidden folders on their cell phones or computers, and never lend them out.

But Xie Qingcheng does not care.

The one he put in his office for He Yu to use was his own personal computer. He Yu, a top hacker, searched the folder with the dark intention of finding Xie Qingcheng's tricks, expecting to find at least one or two mini-movies, but after drinking all the cans of Red Bull, there was still no luck.

He Yu wasn't convinced and searched the carpet again with a different code, but the result was still the same.

Xie Qingcheng's private computer is so clean, so open and honest, except for academic materials, it is just a salary statement, so clean that it can almost be called abnormal.

He Yu frowned and leaned back in his office chair, his long fingers playing with the empty can, thought for a moment, changed the language to reword another paragraph, and hit enter to search.

This time, I did find a folder that Xie Qingcheng used to use during his off-duty hours, with the questionable name of "Happy".

To Xie Qingcheng's straight character, his folder naming is generally simple, important documents he will change the name called "courseware 1", "courseware 2", not important simply is the system default name, and even move your fingers to fix a title! are too lazy to repair, "new folder" have been scheduled to the 23rd.

So as soon as this "Happy" folder, which doesn't quite fit Xie Qingcheng's style, came out, He Yu's eyes immediately lit up, his spirit came up, his back straightened up, and he stared at the screen with all his concentration, moved the mouse to the top of that yellowish folder, and gently clicked it twice.

The folder is open.

He Yu quickly swept a glance, look instantly from the strength to calm, and then frowned tightly, feel Xie Qingcheng inexplicable.

In the folder called "Happy", there were only a few pictures of peach blossom jellyfish.

Other than that, there were a few videos, which he opened and watched, nothing more than videos of water sprites from all over the world, from sea moon jellyfish, to rocket jellyfish, in all sorts of postures. One of the videos was over an hour long, he dragged the progress bar a few times, and it was actually all videos of these water sprites drifting like smoke as well.

"......"

So Xie Qingcheng's idea of fun is watching these water sprite videos?

Although those videos were beautiful, and the ancient beings floating in the water were like smoke and mist sinking into the water and falling into the moon's shadow, He Yu still couldn't understand this kind of fun of the old man, so he turned off the video and backed out.

Although he was not very willing, He Yu held his cheeks and changed several modes of investigation, and found that Xie Qingcheng's private computer was just like snow, a white and flawless world. He threw the mouse away and gave up--

As long as you are a normal man, you won't have no desire at all ......

Playing with the empty can while thinking out loud.

His eyes turned back to the computer screen, thinking that Xie Qingcheng was really too cold, and must really have a cold personality.

Then, since the other person is frigid, they will have to find another way.

He Yu abandoned his plan to look for reeds in Xie Qingcheng's computer, the tip of his tongue softly pressed against the bed of his teeth, and his gaze narrowed back to the cage---.

He had another idea.

Day two.

Xie Qingcheng's class was in the afternoon, and He Yu was free, and he had organized the class materials into an electronic version for Xie Qingcheng, so he simply came to the University of Medical Sciences and sat in the last row of the multimedia classroom to attend the class.

Xie Qingcheng originally didn't want him to come: "You're a choreographer who came to dabble in psychiatry."

He Yu said meekly, "Brother, I'm just mentally ill."

"......"

"Besides, I did all your PowerPoint last night, so I can be there to fix it in case there are any problems, don't you think."

Xie Qingcheng thought about it and thought it was right, so he went along with it.

As a result, as soon as He Yu entered the classroom, Xie Qingcheng had some regrets-he had forgotten that He Yu had talked to a few female classmates on the list before, and those few girls who had taken psychiatry, obviously, stared at him with wide eyes after seeing him walk in, and then instantly showed a very rare nymphomaniacal like smiles.

"What brings you here, handsome?"

He Yu beckoned to her, but gave her a silent gesture and pointed to Xie Qingcheng on the podium.

The girl immediately lowered her voice and nodded her head in small increments, "Ohhhhhh!" Then incredibly cooperative, she turned her head to look earnestly at the podium in preparation for the lesson.

He Yu sat down in the last row of the classroom by the window, threw his shoulder bag, leaned back with his arms wrapped around him, took off the headset he had been wearing, and looked at Xie Qingcheng.

That means clearly, look at me, be polite, I will respect you for listening attentively despite the fact that the class you are teaching is listening to heavenly books for me.

It was a pity that his apparent politeness was exchanged for a blank stare from Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng indifferently put the textbook on the table, turned his eyes away from He Yu, and then said with a sullen face, "Why are you all looking at him? Haven't you seen someone from the next school come to the class?"

The students silently dared not say anything under Professor Xie's high pressure, but their eyes were secretly exchanged.

Really haven't seen it.

Unless it's a cross-campus relationship as played out in idol dramas.

Female students, especially those who had contact with He Yu before, after realizing this, they all started to think about it, and some of them even thought about which maternity hospital their children would be born in, and they all adjusted their sitting posture very beautifully, hoping that this handsome man would look at them in the last row.

This scene was undoubtedly reflected in the eyes of Xie Qingcheng, who was standing on the podium.

The serious professor and frigid sex patient is disgusted by this, but he's so daddish that he usually doesn't blame the girls, he just thinks it's He Yu's fault.

Then Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu for several seconds.

Only then did he say in a cold voice:

"Books open, class. No one is allowed to turn their head back in this class, and anyone who can't control their neck and turns it back will have their final grade deducted by six."

Students: "......"

He Yu, who had been targeted, couldn't help but smile down.

He'd thought Xie Xue was stupid for bullying students in class before, and now he kind of knew where that stupidity came from.

Dare I say that I learned it all from Xie Qingcheng.

"...... According to the CCMD-3, mood disorders include manic episodes, depressive episodes, bi-directional disorders, cyclothymic disorders, and harsh mind disorders ......"

Xie Qingcheng First of all, he and the students on the after-school exercises assigned down yesterday. Although many college students dedicate four years of their youth to the simple wooden bed in their dormitory and live like a god, medical students are definitely not in this category. In fact, they may have to live at least five years to start the bitter "senior" life.

Xie Qingcheng spent half a class with them on just a common after-school assignment, which shows how many questions there are.

He Yu, a dabbler in the class, was quiet and self-conscious about being uninvited, sitting in the corner of the back row with his arms folded, watching Xie Qingcheng.

He found that although Xie Qingcheng's threatening behavior was similar to Xie Xue's, his lecturing style was completely different from Xie Xue's. Xie Xue tried to make the class atmosphere as lively as possible, but Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the whole classroom. While Xie Xue tried to make the class atmosphere as lively as possible, Xie Qingcheng almost ignored the students in the classroom.

He stood upright on the podium, but it seemed that he did not belong to this world, reality was irrelevant to him, he was like half of his body immersed in the illusory space of the man, while the intellectual data seemed to have a solid body, floating and haunting behind him.

Obviously, he was a purely academic professor, who did not want to impart knowledge to his students, nor did he intend to persuade them to learn and study. On the contrary, Xie Qingcheng is superior, as if he is an extradite who walks out from the temple of knowledge, his long fingertips are colored with ink, his thin lips are scented with books, and from his kind of concentration, ego, and even egolessness, he exudes a kind of ultimate nobility.

He doesn't seem to care whether you learn or not, and he doesn't care whether you look at him or not, but the way he stands on the podium is the most perfect interpretation of "knowledge".

He Yu simply suspected that at any moment he might open his mouth and say, "This honored one has come down to the earth to bestow knowledge on all of you students, and all of you here should kneel down and bow down to thank Heaven for its grace."

The youth pondered on this, looking at the man on the stage who was indifferent and immersed in the world of medicine.

"Good. That's all for yesterday's topic pair, so keep your head up below and watch the projected lesson."

One word brought He Yu back to his senses.

He lifted his eyes, and the arm that had been clasped to his chest loosened, interlocking his fingers and resting on the table while his body leaned forward slightly.

It's a pose that carries the implication of anticipation.

And He Yu shouldn't expect anything from Xie Qingcheng's class.

Unfortunately, Prof. Xie was used to having no one in his sights, and was even lazier about idiots like He Yu who had nothing better to do than to dabble in class, and completely failed to see He Yu's suddenly slightly tense expression.

He turned on the computer, connected to the signal, adjusted the projector, and moved the mouse to the PPT named "Lesson 1" made by He Yu in the collective attention of the students.

Double click.

The class is open.

Xie Qingcheng looks up without looking, "Today we are going to talk about hallucinations, ontological hallucinations, true nature hallucinations, false nature hallucinations ......"

After half a day of talking to himself, he didn't realize something was wrong until a boy in the front row finally couldn't help but poof his head down and burst out laughing, but instead of turning back to the lesson, he frowned and asked the bold boy, "What's wrong?"

The boy wasn't the only one who didn't hold back a laugh this time.

"Prof. Hsieh, your class ......"

Xie Qingcheng then realized something was wrong and looked back.

Thanks to the principal's concern for students' learning and his efforts to upgrade the school's hardware equipment, this newly replaced multimedia classroom projector is large and clear, projecting the pages of the PowerPoint with perfect clarity--

A group of cute water sprite Baby made by computer drawing software, looks a bit like a Q version of the sea moon jellyfish.

It's still a fucking GIF, and Baby the water sprite is doing "Baby's mad", "Baby's passed out", "Baby's not playing with you anymore, bye bye" over and over again. "Baby is angry", "Baby has fainted", "Baby is not going to play with you, bye bye".

That picture is too carnal and childish, the impact is extremely strong, Xie Qingcheng breath suffocated, subconsciously have to touch a cigarette out of shock.

He Yu, on the other hand, couldn't help but turn his face away, his shoulders shaking slightly as he smiled with his head half lowered.

Xie Qingcheng angrily looked back, and saw the culprit hanging eyelashes, leaning idly on the back of the chair, noticed his gaze, He Yu also raised his head, did not hide the thin smile that he fell in the corner of his lips.

This little kid ......

Xie Qingcheng's eyes almost nailed He Yu through the center of the seat.

He Yu expected that he would not admit in front of the crowd that the PPT coursework was done by him to catch the strong man, actually loosened the interlocked fingers, smiled and raised his hand, slightly raised his eyebrows, and gently nodded a little toward the cell phone on the table.

The meaning of that is self-evident, that is to imply that Xie Qingcheng check his own information.

"......" Xie Qingcheng a face difficult to see to the extreme, back to the podium before closing the PPT, "The lesson is wrong, wait a moment."

It was rare for the students to see Prof. Xie make a mistake, and such a low-level one at that. If it wasn't for the prestige of Xie Qingcheng, they would have laughed their asses off. Everyone is desperately holding back, holding back very hard, where is the time to notice that the next school dabbling in class between the students and their professor of the dark current raging.

Xie Qingcheng took the opportunity to open his cell phone with a black face.

Sure enough, there was a message from He Yu two minutes ago:

"Do you want a real PPT?"

"What do you want."

The other party is in the process of typing ......

Wait a while.

It's still "The other side is typing ......"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back any longer, and once again raised his head past the students who were holding back their laughter, and pierced his gaze towards the youth who was slowly and gracefully leaning on the back of his chair and typing.

The youth, as if deliberately grinding his pain points and prolonging this embarrassment that caused Professor Xie's social death, actually looked at him without looking at him, with only one of his slender fingers sticking out, scratching the screen a few times, typing in a few words, deleting them again, and then typing them in again, and then deleting them again.

It's as if they're really thinking hard about the quid pro quo.

It's a pity that He Yu's eyebrows raised smugly because his bad intentions succeeded, revealing his dark mood under the mask of a clothed animal.

Just as Xie Qingcheng was about to be worn out by him, intending to walk over and knock on his desk, the news finally came.

Xie Qingcheng immediately turned on his cell phone, which was vibrating.

"You sold my clothes you remember?"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"Turn me 5000. i'll come up and debug your class."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"By the way, as a reminder, if you keep ignoring it, after ten minutes, your computer will automatically download and play some vulgar videos, and forcibly shutting down the computer won't help. Professor you judge for yourself, maybe I'll raise the price again in a few minutes."

The hacker finished typing and put down the communication tool that had the two of them engaging in private messaging in plain sight.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair, one of his arms leaning back, his elbow resting on the back of the chair.

Then he lifted his chin, and with an amplitude unnoticeable to the onlooker, he nodded in the direction of the projector, and raised his other hand, tugging casually at the collar of his own coat, and showed an innocent and darkly good-natured smile towards Xie Qingcheng.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng look gloomy, while staring at He Yu's eyes, while slowly clutching the phone, open Alipay transfer, gritted his teeth and played a 5000 into.

One second later.

He Yu's cell phone on the table shook.

He lowered his eyelids to cover his almond eyes and checked his paypal for the $5,000 that had arrived.

He Yu got up, worthy of being an actor who had acted in a small raggedy drama, the man was no longer an initial actor, he feigned concern for Xie Qingcheng and walked up to the podium, "I'm sorry Professor Xie, it seems like I made a mistake with the class yesterday when I was backing up the materials for your sister onto your computer. I'm really sorry."

He Yu politely picked up Prof. Xie's dignity scattered on the floor, then lowered his head and began to operate on Xie Qingcheng's laptop.

Within a few moments, the really prepared PowerPoint lesson was ripped out of his folder.

He Yu raised his hand and respectfully stepped aside to make room for Xie Qingcheng, "Please, Professor."

The class fiasco was put to rest with He Yu winning again.

Only in the second half of the class, Xie Qingcheng's face was more somber than the clouds of the end of the world, and his gaze was so cold that it looked like it had been mixed with ice slag.

He Yu didn't doubt that if the eyeblade could materialize, he would have been turned into a penetrating sieve.

But obviously that assumption didn't hold, so with a smile on his face, and a plodding badness that no one on the other side of the room could even see, he took the eye-knives one by one without pulling any punches.

"...... That's it for today's class." Xie Qingcheng finally ended the damn PowerPoint teaching five minutes before the class was dismissed, and it had to be said that nothing more happened behind him, which made his heart finally loosen up a bit.

"I'm going to send the current assignment to the intranet, so remember to download and complete it."

Mentally soothed down Professor Xie closed the courseware, opened the browser to enter the campus URL, snapped sharply pressed enter.

A few seconds later ......

"海糧姿源随心下，超多俊男美釹写真，超100w+蹨情隱片......"

Also forcefully magnified by the projector were advertisement pop-ups of a heavily made-up woman scratching her head at all the glasses-shattered students outside the screen.

The whole class was silent.

Xie Qingcheng 倏然回首。

He Yu: "............"

A Thousand Years of Grievance.

It's really not him this time ......