Chapter 22 Meeting
[Meetings: One of the most life-consuming collective activities in the world. 】
Meng Chu is a man of action, whether doing scientific research or compiling dictionaries.
During breaks at work, Meng Chu would open Weibo - yes, he also has a Weibo account now - to check the latest news.
He found that the fastest way to learn about a star and related terms was to join a fan community.
But there are too many!
There are personal super topics, TV series super topics, movie super topics, CP super topics, and single character super topics. Every community has a different attitude towards celebrities.
Meng Chu spent two days brushing up on it and learned a lot of terms.
He is also a person who likes to pursue two things in parallel, so he is also following "The Book of Ink Soul" at the same time. Because he has added a new hobby, he has to become a frightened bird.
As soon as the students knocked on the door, he fumbled to close all the windows like a teenager reading pornographic novels.
Sometimes, it was Fu Guanshan who disturbed him from watching the drama.
The other party sent a photo of an empty clothes rack.
The next sentence followed: Who has such a clean balcony!
Meng Chu imagined Fu Guanshan's boasting tone and couldn't help laughing.
The people who were in the play just now suddenly walked into reality, so dreamy and yet so vivid.
Just like a charging station, every time you connect it, a little energy is injected.
Fu Guanshan was like a reporting machine. Every once in a while, he would send a picture, showing that he had flattened the bed sheets and lined up the seasoning bottles. He presented these things with great fanfare, as if they were some great achievements.
He was so childish that his childishness made Meng Chu feel happy.
Until halfway through the college meeting, he was still staring at the message sent by Fu Guanshan - "I cleaned the hair on the shower gel bottle" - with a smile on his face.
The aunt next to him nudged him with her elbow.
He looked up and found that a professor who had violated the "Seven Red Lines" was being criticized on the stage. The dean looked at him suspiciously.
He shuddered and immediately put on a serious and reflective expression, reminding himself to maintain it until the end of the meeting.
There are many different types of meetings. In addition to weekly college meetings, team project meetings, and group meetings between himself and his students, meetings are held when the leader conveys a new educational spirit, when the school changes its assessment system, meetings are held, when there is a new system for scientific research applications, meetings are held, and when any university in the country makes major social news, meetings are held.
In recent months, colleges and universities have frequently been on the hot search list, and school meetings have become more frequent. Meng Chu has already attended three more meetings because of the "joint appeal against tutor incident", "dropout injuring people incident" and "doctoral student jumping off the building incident".
This meeting was held because of a family scandal. A married professor in the college had an improper relationship with a student, and the college decided to expel him.
The dean adjusted his glasses, brushed aside a few strands of hair that had been combed down from the top of his head, and solemnly emphasized that everyone should strictly abide by the code of conduct for college teachers and work together to improve the long-term mechanism for teachers' ethics in colleges and universities.
Meng Chu looked at the processing notice on the projector and shook his head in sync with the person next to him.
He turned his head and made eye contact with Fu Yanping, and they reached a tacit understanding in silence: there must be new rules to be introduced.
Last time, a student jumped off a building because of his internship. Now, the class teacher and counselor have to help verify the qualifications of the internship unit to prevent students from being deceived.
Sure enough, the dean said that the college would issue precautions for contact between teachers and students. Even when taking photos with students, one must pay attention to the environment and be careful with the posture.
The regulations are becoming more and more complete, but Meng Chu feels that nothing good will happen to his generation of young people.
When I was a doctoral student, society did not pay attention to the spiritual world of scientific researchers, and I had no place to complain when I was exploited.
Once I became a mentor, everyone started speaking up for the cows and horses, and I became the target of criticism.
How come there's no good time?
Just as he was thinking about it, the dean dealt him another heavy blow.
According to convention, the professional title evaluation regulations are revised every three years. It is the year for the new regulations to be introduced. Now is the stage for soliciting opinions. Teachers can reflect their demands to the college.
"It's useless to complain," Fu Yanping said. "It will only get harder and harder to get a professional title anyway."
Meng Chu also pressed his head. The selection criteria for doctoral supervisors are already outrageous, do we need to raise the bar even higher?
The sad mood spread, but it didn't last long because news about Fu Guanshan came again.
This time they are the addresses of several car dealerships: Don’t you want to buy new energy vehicles? If you have time this week, why not check out these places?
Meng Chu couldn't help but smile. The other party is more concerned about the agreement to look at cars together than he, the person buying the car, is.
He suddenly became motivated. Isn't it just a project? There is a professor in the college who works as a consultant for a major mobile phone manufacturer. He participates in chip research and development and earns tens of millions. He will definitely be able to find a point of entry for cooperation with enterprises.
Because he was over-energized, his work efficiency suddenly soared at night. He was a little reluctant to stop and accidentally stayed there until after ten o'clock.
When he came out of his concentration, he heard the sound of rain outside the window.
He remembered that he didn't bring an umbrella, sighed, and then suddenly realized: It doesn't matter.
Someone will come to pick him up.
This thought startled him suddenly, and then warmed him up.
He stood at the entrance of the building, looking at the heavy rain pouring down, and suddenly remembered the day when he was waiting for his father at the school gate.
Then, the beam of car light pierced through the rain curtain and slowly slid towards the front of the building.
The car door opened and a familiar figure walked out, holding an umbrella in his hand.
He stopped where he was, watching the umbrella move towards him and stop above his head.
"Let's go."
The other person put his arm around him. The warm hand on his shoulder shielded him from the rain that was coming in from outside the umbrella.
Walking on a rainy day like this is like whispering in a tent made of quilts on a winter night.
He got into the car, his eyes following the man holding the umbrella. The scene was so beautiful that he wanted to imprint it in his mind, and even though he had a good memory, he wanted it to linger a little longer.
Fu Guanshan changed into another piece of clothing whose material was difficult to identify. The neckline was so large that you could see your collarbone. Meng Chu tried hard not to glance at him.
"How was your day?" Fu Guanshan asked as the car started.
Discussing the day's affairs has become their fixed schedule.
Meng Chu thought about it carefully, and like searching for shells on the beach, he filtered out things that he thought were worth sharing from the trivial daily life.
After listening to the grand meeting, Fu Guanshan expressed his thoughts: "It is stricter now than before. When I was studying at Lincheng Technical College, I think there was a similar thing, but there were no consequences..."
"It depends on the situation," Meng Chu paused and said, "Before, there was another professor who had an improper relationship with a student, but the school cultivated him as a young outstanding student and suppressed the matter. Later, the student completed her doctorate abroad, and the professor used his connections to recruit her back to the school to teach, and now they are still colleagues."
Fu Guanshan pondered the news for a while: "Does this kind of thing still happen in your academic circle?"
"You won't believe it if I tell you this," Meng Chu said. "There's a professor in our hospital whose wife works in the medical school. He instructed his students to steal the experimental data from the group next to his wife's. In broad daylight, they copied the data from the server using a USB flash drive."
Fu Guanshan was silent for a long time, and expressed all his thoughts with a simple "Wow".
"But I heard these things from others, and I can't guarantee their authenticity."
"Which one? Auntie?"
"……Um"
"I knew it," Fu Guanshan patted the steering wheel, "She's always been so gossipy. I don't know where she gets all this information from."
"Teacher Fu is very popular," Meng Chu said, "and is very popular among students."
"Ah?!" Fu Guanshan felt the sound of his worldview shattering. "How dare students follow her with her temper?" His voice suddenly became intimate. "If I were a student in your department, I would definitely choose you. You look gentle..."
"Students are not stupid," Meng Chu said, "Teacher Fu is the one who can bring out national awards in competitions every year. As long as they can learn something and produce results, students don't care whether the instructor is fierce or not." He thought for a moment and said, "Students have a ranking in their minds. A new teacher like me who hasn't made any achievements yet is at the bottom of the list. It's good enough that someone is willing to come."
Fu Guanshan said, "It will definitely get better in the future. You won't be able to choose by then." After a while, he nodded with satisfaction, "Today is great. I can understand everything you say."
Meng Chu smiled and asked, "What about the entertainment industry? Is it really as chaotic as people say on the Internet?"
"You started reading entertainment news?!"
Meng Chu did not answer. Who would believe that when he opened the app now, the push notifications on the homepage were "April's melon-eating encyclopedia", "The whole story of the X-school incident", and "Where exactly was Fu Guanshan's face touched up".
He gave the last one a thumbs down.
Fu Guanshan glanced at Meng Chu, pondered for a long time, and said, "It's very confusing, you just need to know this." He was afraid of tarnishing the pure and innocent mind of the academic giant.
Meng Chu turned his head and saw two overlapping reflections on the car window.
"But," the person next to me said, "Don't believe those nonsense rumors. I'm not cheating on eight people at the same time, and I don't change boyfriends every three months. Those are all made up by the media."
Meng Chu nodded, but it was so easy that no one knew whether he truly believed it or not. "Then..." He asked hesitantly, "Have you really talked to He Zhen?"
Fu Guanshan raised his eyebrows and said with a long tone: "Oh, you care a lot~"
Before Meng Chu whispered, "Just asking, you don't have to tell me," he quickly added, "No. I've worked with him so many times simply because he's a very good actor. Of course, we're very good friends."
Meng Chu did a quick calculation and concluded that Fu Guanshan had many friends who were good-looking, had common topics with him, and admired each other.
This is normal, you can tell at a glance that he has a wide range of social connections.
but……
Fu Guanshan glanced at him, seemed to realize something, and became affectionate. "I knew my destined lover was a scientist," he said, "so I kept waiting until now, and lo and behold, I met you. This is fate."
If it were the usual Meng Chu, he would probably say "fate is actually probability" or "you said before that it was calculated by a Taoist priest", but today he just looked out the car window and said nothing. Suddenly, Fu Guanshan's reflection in the window turned around and looked at him.
He quickly looked away and pointed ahead: "The light is green."
Fu Guanshan glanced at him and stepped on the accelerator. There was laughter and joy in the car just now, but it suddenly fell into silence, and both of them felt a little uncomfortable.
Meng Chu was thinking about how to start a new topic when Fu Guanshan suddenly said, "I know you have a regular schedule, but can you sleep a little later today?"
"What's wrong?"
"I've been too bored lately," Fu Guanshan said, "I've seen all the classmates I should have seen, and visited all the tourist spots I could have visited. Can you accompany me to do something fun?"
If this fell into other people's ears, it would definitely trigger all kinds of associations, but because it was Meng Chu, he only asked: "What to play?"
Fu Guanshan fell into deep thought. After driving into the underground garage and backing up the car, he asked, "Have you ever played Truth or Dare?"
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