In December, Jian Jing finally showed up in class.

Graduate students’ classes are mostly professional classes, with a small classroom for a few people. Others have been in class for three months, and it is inevitable that they feel awkward when they see a classmate who has been absent for such a long time.

But no classmate said anything sarcastic.

There is no way. Jian Jing applied for "Contemporary Literature". Among her main research topics, many of the research subjects are either colleagues of her boss or colleagues in the same writer group.

They read their articles and analyze their mental processes. She may have had dinner with them and got first-hand information directly.

If she is more capable, she may be able to write a thesis in a few years.

So, envy aside, the classmates tacitly acknowledged that she had such privileges.

Jian Jing was a little embarrassed. She didn't want to miss such a long class, but since the beginning of the school year, she first ran around to investigate Wang Shi's case, and then was dragged to Paris by Kang Mucheng. After returning, she was busy writing scripts and setting traps to lure people in, so she really had no time. After

finally settling the past, the weather was too cold...

There are only two or three graduate classes a week, and there are several large classes at 8 o'clock in the morning. She really couldn't get up, so

she had to give up. But this morning, the knight was hungry and knocked on the door, waking her up. After feeding it, it was still early, and she was embarrassed to make excuses, so she came here honestly to fulfill her student obligations.

Well, you have to listen to the class carefully.

Jian Jing spread out her notebook and pretended to listen attentively.

The class passed quickly.

There was a fifteen-minute break between classes.

Jian Jing hurried out to get takeout coffee. After taking a sip of the hot mocha, she felt her chaotic brain come to life. She

returned to her seat and saw two girls in the front row chatting.

A said, "I was really scared last night. So many police suddenly showed up in the middle of the night."

Jian Jing bit the straw and raised her ears.

B asked, "What happened?"

A said mysteriously, "It seems that there is a body, right on the side of the road, frozen to death."

B immediately said, "It must be a drunkard. Alas, it's winter now, and people like this don't care about their lives."

A felt sympathetic and said, "That's right."

Jian Jing continued to sip her coffee.

Then, the second class started. After the teacher finished talking about the content, he mentioned the homework: "Have you finished writing what we asked you to write last time? Take turns to talk about it and we will discuss it."

Jian Jing: 0.0

There is still homework? The buttocks that can remain calm even in the face of a murderer moved quietly.

The anxiety of not having homework is a nightmare in life that every student can never escape.

Because there are few people, there is no need to go on stage. The chairs are moved into a circle and people can speak freely.

The teacher and the students sit together and take out a piece of paper to write and draw.

Jian Jing is not calm anymore. She pokes the shoulder of the student in front of her: "Classmate, what was the homework last time?"

The girl in the front row whispered: "Reading notes on literary works describing the northwest, regardless of the era."

Jian Jing: "..." That's it, reading blind spot.

The teacher's requirements were not high. The review only needed 1,000 words and each person only needed a few minutes.

Soon, all ten students finished speaking.

The teacher did not make it difficult for Jian Jing, saying, "Just talk about anything. Any work is fine. There is no limit to the subject matter or the era."

Jian Jing thought to herself, that's what she said, but I can't just recite the beginning and put a poem in it to fool people. If a graduate student recites a high school poem, wouldn't that make people laugh?

But as someone who focuses on detective works, she really hadn't read this part of the work, so she thought about it and decided to betray her enemy: "I'll tell you a piece of gossip."

The classmates became interested.

"Do you know Wu Xing?"

"I remember, he is a writer of the older generation, a representative of local literature." The students were very flattering and professional, and immediately thought of his works, "Do you want to talk about "Lost Yumen"?"

Jian Jing cleared her throat: "Last year, I visited Yang Guan's widow and saw an unpublished manuscript in his home, called "Yumen Relics." "

Students: Oh no.

"Which of the two works is better?" Everyone blinked excitedly.

Jian Jing said: "The writing styles are different. Writer Wu's is more plain, and Yang Guan's is more beautiful, but the content is... quite similar."

Killing people and killing people.

She didn't reveal anything, but she said everything.

Jian Jing flipped through the photo album on her phone and found the photos of the manuscripts she had taken last year when she was investigating the case of Chang Huajia. She randomly picked two of them and shared them with her classmates.

As she was reading, her speaking time had passed.

After class,

two classmates asked her to go see the tutor together.

Jian Jing asked their names. The boy's surname was Li and the girl's surname was Le.

Le had long hair draped over her shoulders, and was fair and clean, very literary. Li had a square face, dark skin, and an ordinary appearance, but he was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to explain: "Teacher Yao is busy and is only free on Wednesdays. We usually meet for lunch today."

Jian Jing nodded and thanked him for his kindness.

When they arrived at the office, Teacher Yao was indeed busy, typing away on his computer. Seeing the three of them coming together, he made a gesture and asked them to sit anywhere.

After being busy for nearly ten minutes, he finally said, "You're here. It's just right. Let's have lunch together." As he spoke, he nodded to Jian Jing. He showed no surprise of meeting her for the first time this semester. It was as if she had been reporting every week.

Jian Jing couldn't help but think that this instructor really knew how to deal with people.

No wonder he could become the director at the age of 40. He really has some skills.

The cafeteria was not far away and had a semi-open private room. Teacher Yao swiped his card and ordered five or six stir-fried dishes. Then he asked, "How was the book I asked you to read before?"

Student Li responded actively, "I've finished it and I'm very touched."

Student Le gave him a covert look with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "I'm almost done."

Teacher Yao did not urge her, but just said, "Submit your thesis before next weekend and write it well. Our college will hold a seminar in January, so you all should come and have some snacks."

The two students agreed quickly.

Teacher Yao asked Jian Jing with concern: "Is your sick leave serious? If you are not well, don't rush to come to class."

Jian Jing thanked her for her concern and said, "I am fine now."

"Don't be too stubborn just because you are young." Teacher Yao advised with an experienced tone, "Take your time to read the list of books I gave you, and hand in a paper to me at the end of the term. Write it carefully. You all have tasks to publish papers. Don't come to me for help when you have not published a single paper by the time you graduate."

The three students nodded in unison.

In addition to assigning homework, Teacher Yao was generally a reasonable and good boss. After talking about business, he also gossiped with them about news in the entertainment industry.

But the boss is still the boss, and he will not be soft-handed when it comes to ordering students to work.

Halfway through the meal, Teacher Yao looked at Xiao Li and Xiao Le and said, "You don't have classes today, right? Help me deliver this information to Dean Wan's house. I'll send the address to the group."

Student Li responded as usual, "Okay, can I deliver it this afternoon?"

"Try to be as fast as possible," said Teacher Yao.

When she said that, Jian Jing couldn't help but think: From the tone of her voice, Teacher Yao didn't intend to take her labor, but being too partial and arrogant were not conducive to unity, so she said, "I drove here, why don't we go together?"

Teacher Yao was a little surprised, but very happy: "That's the best."

So, Jian Jing had an extra task, driving her classmates to Dean Wan's house.

"Thank you." Sitting in the passenger seat, Le became more lively and said openly, "Otherwise we can take the subway and change trains twice."

Girls are always easier to get close to each other. Jian Jing also smiled and said, "Of course."

Both of them noticed each other's kindness, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

But boys are another species. As

soon as Li got in the car, he looked up and down at the decoration inside the car: "This car is really good, a BMW. Do girls drive such a big car? I thought the pink one next to it was yours."

Jian Jing: "..."

Li was completely unaware and still tried to make friends with Jian Jing: "I've read your book and heard that you're making a movie? When it's released, we will definitely go to support it."

"Thank you." Jian Jing said politely and pretended to concentrate on driving.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Li looked at her secretly through the rearview mirror for a while, and livened up the atmosphere: "Jian Jing, you don't get along with Teacher Yao much, right? In fact, she is a very nice person. At most, she asks us to run errands."

"A boss who doesn't call students is not a good boss." He made a "humorous" joke, "I have a classmate who studies science. It's terrible. Not only does he have to pick up his boss's son, but he also has to buy groceries for his wife. Who has time to go to the vegetable market every day? He has to order takeout. The money--"

He dragged out his tone, and everything was self-evident.

Le obviously disliked him, but at this time he had to agree: "Yes, Teacher Yao is a very nice person."

"I can see that." Jian Jing said.

Li continued to speak louder and louder, looking for various topics.

Jian Jing responded with "really?", "Oh?", "Is this true?" from time to time, and quickly mastered the art of fooling people.

The speed of the car also soared.

She kept pushing the speed limit, driving faster and faster, and finally arrived at Dean Wan's house half an hour later.

Dean Wan, the vice dean of the School of Literature, a dean with a bad reputation.

His home is in the villa area.

After registering at the security office, Jian Jing drove into the community, looked at the license plates one by one, and found a place in the corner. She parked the car and knocked on the door with two classmates.

The doorbell rang "ding dong", "ding dong".

No one answered from inside.

"Strange, is the dean not at home?" Student Le wondered.

Student Li knocked on the door: "Hello, is anyone there? Director Yao asked us to deliver something. Hello?"

Still silent.

"It seems that he is not here." Student Le turned her head and saw Jian Jing standing aside, constantly looking at the express delivery in the courtyard. She couldn't help but wonder: "What are you looking at?"

Jian Jing didn't answer, but said: "Call Teacher Yao to ask."

"Oh, yes." Student Li's enthusiasm was beyond words, and he rushed to report the situation to the boss. After a few words, he conveyed: "The teacher said that the dean was sick at home two days ago. He should be here. If not, just leave it at the door of the room."

Jian Jing frowned.

The list on the express box was wrinkled, obviously it was wet and dried by water. It didn't rain yesterday and today, so it was delivered the day before yesterday.

How could a person who was sick at home not even accept the express delivery from the day before yesterday? But strange as it was, she didn't investigate further. Maybe he had more than one family, maybe he was hospitalized directly.

She turned around and said, "I'll take you back."

Classmate Li was very excited and asked eagerly, "We're out now. Today is the book fair. Do you want to go and have a look together?"

Classmate Le said coldly, "I want to go back and read."

"What about you, Jian Jing?" Classmate Li's eyes were bright. "My friend gave me two tickets. Do you want to go together?"

Jian Jing... Jian Jing gave him a complicated look. Who gave him the courage to ask her out when they just met for the first time today?

She broke off the bad fate expressionlessly: "I can get the books at the book fair for free if I want them."

Jinwu has a library that displays major new books from all over the country every year for reference. If she wants them, Kang Mucheng can send her a car.

- Of course, other authors can also get them for free.

But Li didn't know. He just felt that he couldn't accept it and forced a laugh: "Really? Never mind." He paused, perhaps his pride was hurt, and couldn't help but sneer, "Yeah, a great writer."

Jian Jing laughed: "I've won an award. I only won a dream writing award."