Chapter 12, just because of a few drawings?
Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled patterns of light on the steps.
The footsteps grew louder, and the students rushed in like fish out of a dam.
A faint fragrance wafted into her nose, her black plaid skirt swayed gently, and her fair legs reflected an ivory-like sheen.
"Move aside, please?"
Lin Sicheng moved a seat over, and Xiao Yuzhu sat down as well, placing a bottle of Chaliwang tea in front of him: "We're even now."
A bottle of beverage is equivalent to a small meal at Seafood Restaurant, it's a good deal.
He glanced at the Coke in her hand: "Give me that!"
"Oh, I see that all the boys in my class like to drink that one?"
"We just have different hobbies."
Xiao Yuzhu handed him the cola and casually asked, "What other hobbies do you have?"
"Singing, dancing, rapping, playing basketball."
Lin Sicheng can dance?
What exactly is rap?
While they were making wild guesses, Lin Sicheng added, "There are also girls, pretty girls."
"Hiss~"
"What, you like it too?"
"You're the one who likes it!"
"Yes, just like you."
Xiao Yuzhu rolled her eyes. They weren't that close yet, otherwise she would have definitely punched him.
The two were speaking loudly, and the girl in the front row turned around with a slightly strange look in her eyes.
I've never seen them interact before, when did they become so close?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, the classroom suddenly fell silent.
The female professor, who was in her early fifties, tall and elegant, went up to the podium with her lecture notes.
But a hint of authority lingered in his eyes and brows.
The teaching assistant took the laptop, and a few lines of text appeared on the projector: Archaeological Science and Technology - Archaeological Dating - 1.4.2, Uranium-series Isotope Dating.
Key points: ...
difficulty:……
Thinking questions: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Lin Sicheng glanced at it, then took out a compass and protractor, as if he was about to draw a diagram.
"Hey, take it easy with Master Liu's class!"
"Know!"
Saying he knew, Lin Sicheng took out some scrap paper and a pencil.
To say that he still remembers the written knowledge from his university days is nonsense, because he didn't study very well in university in his previous life.
But he does understand it, and he is also proficient in it, and he has a significant lead over others.
So when you listen to it again, it sounds boring, and you might as well do something else.
As the professor began to speak, he also began to draw, sketching out the basic shape of the Han Dynasty tile pot with a few quick strokes.
Xiao Yuzhu leaned closer to take a look: "What's this? A teapot?"
"Don't get distracted, listen carefully. Scientific expedition is a required course, and you'll have to write a paper for the final exam."
"You don't need to write?"
"nonsense!"
Of course he'll write, but if you give him an hour, he can write three articles.
Xiao Yuzhu pursed her lips, and the girl in the front row also pursed her lips.
Both of them thought that Lin Sicheng meant he could graduate without writing a thesis.
Because that's what he did before.
The professor continued speaking, and Lin Sicheng continued drawing, pausing occasionally to recall the patterns and curves of the roof tiles he had bought.
I can probably make three, but where should I make them, and how should I fire them after they're made?
A small electric kiln is essential, and a potter's wheel is also necessary. Ideally, a small workshop could be assembled, which would also be useful for restoring antique porcelain in the future.
But then the venue became a problem?
Lin Sicheng was multitasking and didn't notice that the noise in the classroom was getting quieter.
Professor Liu stood next to Lin Sicheng, holding his lecture notes.
Xiao Yuzhu felt a chill run down her spine. She secretly picked up the beverage bottle, but before she could poke it out, Professor Liu hummed in agreement.
With a question in her voice, which was very soft, Xiao Yuzhu was startled.
I told you to take it easy, but you just wouldn't listen?
The nun dared to confront even the abbot, let alone your grandfather who retired long ago?
She had already anticipated the scene where Lin Sicheng would be lifted up and be berated by Master Liu.
There were three classes and over a hundred people in the classroom. How embarrassing would that be?
Lin Sicheng was still drawing, while Liu Rong watched quietly.
All the teachers in the department knew that Lin Sicheng was a poor student, bad at basic courses, and even worse at professional courses.
However, they also knew about his relationship with Professor Lin, so as long as he didn't cause trouble or affect other students, the professors basically didn't care.
Liu Rong was the same.
But what does it mean for a professor in subject A to be so attentive, learning about subject B in a class that teaches subject A?
It wasn't exactly humiliating, but it was certainly a bit excessive, so Professor Liu was genuinely angry.
Just as she was thinking about how to teach her grandfather a lesson, she realized something was wrong.
Lin Sicheng's drawing is likely a design sketch of the shape of a Zisha teapot. The key point is that it's quite well done.
The patterns are unique, the lines are smooth, and the overall design is simple and bright.
Did Professor Lin teach him?
Suddenly, most of his anger dissipated.
Liu Rong thought for a moment and then gently tapped the table.
Lin Sicheng was still drawing with his head down: "Is get out of class over?"
What are you talking about?
You're finished, do you even realize that?
Xiao Yuzhu didn't dare to say a word, but kicked him under the table.
Lin Sicheng belatedly realized what was happening and slowly raised his head.
Oh no, we've been caught red-handed?
He's probably going to get a scolding.
He quickly stood up, forcing a smile, "Professor Liu, I'm sorry!"
Looking at the face that resembled Professor Lin's, Liu Rong sighed: "The rest of you study, you come with me!"
Hey, not here to curse?
Lin Sicheng was secretly pleased and quietly followed them out.
The classroom erupted in excitement:
"What's wrong with you, Master? Where did your fierce temper go when you confronted the dean at the teaching and research meeting?"
"Changed gender?"
"Impossible. Have you forgotten the scene from last week's open lecture where he berated a second-year graduate student until he cried?"
"Stop arguing, Lin Sicheng's grandfather is Vice Dean Lin!"
"So what? Does the nun even dare to talk back to the abbot?"
"I heard that the nun was one of Professor Lin's first graduate students."
Suddenly, the classroom fell silent again.
After a long while, someone sighed sourly, "Lin Sicheng is so lucky!"
But you can't have it if you just envy it.
Reincarnation is indeed a skill.
...
Professor Liu's expression was serious, but his tone was calm.
"Do you know that 'Scientific Examinations' is a required course, and the final thesis will be on the exam?"
"What if you fail the exam? Should you ask your grandfather to put in a good word for you?"
"But what about the future? Can your grandfather protect you for the rest of your life?"
"Lin Sicheng, Professor Lin has almost sold all his face for you. Can't you give him a break?"
The first part was fine, but as it went on, Lin Sicheng felt something was off: Why did it sound a bit like his mother scolding him?
Presumably because of their colleague relationship, she felt sorry for her grandfather.
There's nothing we can do, just listen, these are all debts owed from a past life.
For the entire half-period, he stood obediently and listened attentively.
Finally, Professor Liu changed the subject: "Did Professor Lin teach you those porcelain teapot designs?"
Lin Sicheng was taken aback.
The Hanwa teapot originated in the late Ming Dynasty and is considered a very niche teapot shape, even within the classification of Yixing teapots.
However, most of them are imitations, imitating the shape of Han Dynasty cylindrical tiles: straight body, wide mouth, bridge knob, tile material, as well as the ancient, solemn, and simple sense of antiquity.
Lin Sicheng, however, used real tiles to create a more unique and rarer design. If you said he didn't learn it from his grandfather, people would believe you.
In a flash, he nodded.
"You drew quite well, which shows that you're not bad at learning, nor do you lack aptitude... like this..."
Professor Liu paused for a moment, then pointed to the teaching assistant beside him, "Since Xiao Sun isn't busy anyway, from now on, you can set aside half a day each weekend and have her give you some pointers..."
She paused for a moment, then her face hardened: "I don't teach the other courses, so I can't control them, but if you don't write your final theses for 'General Introduction to Archaeology' and 'Scientific Expeditions,' don't even think about graduating. Even if Professor Lin comes to talk to you, it won't help..."
Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered: This never happened in my past life.
Just because I drew a few pictures in your class?
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