"Comrade Dan Dingbao, to be honest, the reason why the dean recommended me is because my academic achievements are completely different from before."

"Can you please stop calling me Dan Ding Bao? It makes the students laugh out loud, huh? Comrade Zhang Gousheng!"

However, the old professor standing opposite Zhang Weiguo, whose face was red with anger, was also quite cute.

He pointed at the tip of Zhang Weiguo's nose and said, "Let's talk about professional knowledge. My paper on Nicomachean Ethics was recognized by professors throughout the college. Everyone knows that I am Ding Bao. No, I am Ding Ming, whose academic attainments are higher than yours!"

“Nicomachean Ethics?”

“Tsk tsk.”

"I understood it thoroughly 70 years ago."

Zhang Weiguo said, and with a thud, he put a cardboard box on the table and said with a curled lip, "This is the paper I submitted to the dean a week ago. Take it and open your eyes."

"paper?"

Professor Ding Ming was stunned. "You must weigh more than 100 pounds, right? Do you think I'm a rag collector? How can a person write so much material?"

But Zhang Weiguo was seen staring with his hands behind his back, looking down from above, cold and ruthless, quite like the demeanor of the white-robed immortal Zhang Weiguo.

Professor Ding Ming was suppressed by this domineering aura.

He opened the carton with a puzzled expression and looked through the materials inside one by one. Then his expression became more and more shocked and he kept gasping.

"In-depth analysis of Descartes' Meditations on First Philosophy?"

"Arthur Schopenhauer's The World as Will and Representation Argument?"

“What are the errors in Paul Sartre’s Being and Nothingness?”

"Zhang Weiguo's reprint of Thus Spoke Newtustra? Wasn't this book burned and lost? How could you reprint it?"

"Zhang Weiguo's 3.2 million views on modern philosophy"

"???"

"???"

"?"

"Zhang Weiguo, Zhang Gousheng!"

“How can you write so many papers with 3.2 million points?!”

"Are you still human?"

Professor Ding Ming suddenly collapsed.

This huge box is indeed full of papers, and a quick look reveals that they are all very rigorously expressed and contain countless groundbreaking viewpoints!

In terms of academics, Zhang Weiguo is totally different from before! Zhang Weiguo said righteously: "Dandingbao, I have told you 100 times that during my coma, I entered a place called the brain world and stayed there for a long 300 years!"

"In my spare time, I used the knowledge in my head to think hard about philosophical viewpoints. I thought about these papers thousands of times in my mind, overcame various obstacles, created various viewpoints, and could recite them by heart. So when I came back, I printed them out."

"Oh, and the lost book Thus Spoke Newtustra. I met its author in the brain world."

After Zhang Weiguo finished speaking, he spread his hands casually.

Professor Ding Ming was paralyzed on the spot.

He sniffed.

I am a professor of philosophy. Although I am not against theism, how can you ask me to believe it?

Say you are talking nonsense.

You actually produced the paper.

Believe what you say?

You kid said there is a conscious body brain world, nine-layer continent, tower to the sky, and there is a master of the brain world named Emperor Ba. Ding Ming sighed to the sky and was finally speechless.

Outside the window.

Across a short green belt, Liu Di smiled, shook his head and continued walking.

On the stands on one side of the playground.

This girl, wearing sportswear and with short hair, exudes youthful vitality.

She was sixteen years old, as young as a flower, with delicate features, a pair of clear and bright eyes, and freckles dotted on both sides of her small nose.

A natural and pretty feeling, a real beauty.

But at this moment, she supported her chin with both hands, looking at the huge playground bored.

There were many handsome boys playing football on the field, but she had no interest in them at all.

Adolescence is an age of restlessness.

Spring is brewing in my heart.

Every boy and girl has a perfect fantasy object in their heart.

But she was not there, and it seemed that she was not very lucky.

The standards for the object of my imagination are too high.

He is as handsome as a god, with incredible fighting power, and is a perfect combination of various male protagonists in movies, TV shows, and comics.

Thousands of advantages gathered in one person.

As a result, when Zhang is not around now, he looks at all kinds of boys and sees them as ordinary people, mediocre, dull, without any desire, and in love with them.

and.

The worst thing is that Liu Di, who has cultivated his own aesthetic standards to become a god-level existence, is still a "virtual character".

In reality, he might be an old man who picks his toes.

Or he could be an online writer whose back is broken, whose hair is greasy, and who racks his brains but still produces lousy works.

"Hey, whether you are a foot-picking uncle or an online writer, why don't you show up?"

Zhang no longer remained sitting, but moved on his toes, turning his body towards the direction of the sunlight.

She saw a bustling crowd pouring in from the entrance of the playground like a group of zombies.

What they were chasing was a figure with the sun behind him. The sunlight seemed to be outlining his features, making him look somewhat majestic.

Zhang Zaibu narrowed his eyes, "I can't see clearly, the light is too strong."

But he saw that figure, without looking around, walking straight towards him.

"Huh?"

"Looking for me?"

Zhang Zaibu tilted his head.

finally.

The figure seemed to walk out of the light and come into reality in an instant.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He was wearing a white shirt, his hair was slightly long and swaying in the wind, and his right eye was flashing purple.

Zhang Zaibu's head shifted slightly by an inch, and then his expression froze completely.

But the man smiled as warm as a spring breeze, "Ha, I didn't expect that your appearance in reality is exactly the same as in your brain."

Zhang Zaibu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Boom boom boom started to beat wildly, and then kept missing more beats.

yes.

Your appearance in reality is exactly the same as in your brain.

But Zhang was not there and seemed unable to speak.

She was not prepared, and could not imagine that he had walked into reality like this, so real and exact.

Like a prince in a fairy tale, he suddenly turned around and then extended his hand like a gentleman.

Zhang Buzai rubbed his eyes.

But he saw that Brother Liu was already sitting next to him, looking at the playground in front of him in a relaxed manner, "You have been unconscious for such a long time, are you still keeping up with your studies?"

Zhang Zai was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, my dad is a professor."

Also, this is not the question you should be concerned about. You should ask me how I am doing and how long it will take for me to reach the legal age for marriage.

The short-haired girl thought to herself.

But the girl in the distance was like a zombie, with her body twisted and she was tearing her face and hair with her hands.

"Oh My God!"

"The SSS-level male god is attracted to Zhang Zaibu again!"

"Why is it her again!"

"I am better than Zhang Bu'er in every aspect. Why is that?!"

Zhang Buzai and Liu Di were sitting quietly in the stands.

Brother Liu just felt like he had met an old friend after a long separation. They were sitting next to each other and understood each other tacitly.

Zhang Zaibu was still organizing his words, and after a long while he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Brother Liu said bluntly: "Come to listen to Professor Tao's lecture."

Zhang Buzi exhaled slightly. This was obviously not the answer she wanted to hear.

Right now.

Professor Tao returned to his office, which was converted from a storage room. It had no windows and no technological equipment, only piles of calculation drafts and various books.

Professor Tao voluntarily chose this office because it is extremely quiet here and he can concentrate on his research.

Pop.

Professor Tao turned on the reading lamp on the desk, and the bright light illuminated the dark room.

But Professor Tao looked a little pale.

He coughed a few times, and a pool of blood came out of his palm.

The old professor shook his head bitterly, as if he was used to it. He wiped the blood with a handkerchief, opened the drawer, and dug out a pile of small medicine bottles.

Right at this moment.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed on one wall of the room.

Professor Tao was slightly stunned and looked back. It was just a gray wall covered with his manuscripts. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

Including this 15-square-meter office, you can see the whole picture at a glance. There is nothing in it and it is impossible for a second person to exist.

"Alas, I am old and my eyes are blurry."

Professor Tao smiled bitterly, poured out the pill and prepared to take it.

Suddenly.

A black light appeared out of nowhere in the room, like a blade cut out of black paper, very thin and very sharp.

Flash by.

but.

A blood mark also appeared on Professor Tao's neck.

Crash.

The medicine bottle fell to the ground and the pills scattered.

Professor Tao also fell down, his head and body separated.