"Hey, classmate! Aren't you going to get your room card?"
Seeing Han Ningchu walking past everyone and heading straight for the hotel, Xu Guoqiang asked.
Han Ningchu waved his hand and said softly: "I can just get a room myself."
"Well? It's very expensive to open a restaurant here..."
Some boys in the economics class laughed:
"Professor, don't worry about that. She is a rich person. She has the ability to buy the entire hotel, let alone a room."
Xu Guoqiang nodded blankly.
Soon after she entered the hotel, she saw Zhu Mo following her.
Xu Guoqiang pinched his waist and shouted, "Hey! Zhu Mo, she's booking a room for herself, why are you going over there? Is she going to book a room for you as well, or are you going to stay in the same room with her?"
Facing Xu Guoqiang's words, Zhu Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can't I just open one myself?"
"Is that guy also rich?" Xu Guoqiang asked, pointing at Zhu Mo.
Everyone shrugged and shook their heads to indicate they didn't know.
"Oh, never mind. The room cards have all been distributed, so everyone, pack up and come down to my room."
Everyone left in response.
Xu Guoqiang stretched his waist and muttered, "Oh, it's like taking care of kindergarten children. It's so tiring."
"Huh? Why is Professor Cao still standing here? You should go up and clean up quickly."
Cao Qian felt a little embarrassed and looked like she had trouble speaking.
"Just say whatever you want to say, Professor Cao." Xu Guoqiang saw that Cao Qian had something to say, and asked with a smile.
"good."
"Well... Director Xu, you know that I have been evaluated for the title of associate professor for several years, and I have also presided over several national research projects..."
"Alas..." Xu Guoqiang shook his head, looking embarrassed: "Professor Cao, you are still very young."
Cao Qian's words were clear enough; she wanted to be awarded the title of professor.
"You can see that most people who are promoted to professor are in their 40s or 50s. Why are you in such a hurry? Well, you are so outstanding that you will definitely be promoted in a few years."
"Professor Xu, please help me. I am clearly capable, so why has my application been put on hold for over a year?"
Cao Qian didn't want to give up, and she felt angry when she thought about the fact that her rating application had been suppressed.
"Okay! What's the point of you coming to me, a small department head, for this matter? I'm the head of the Academy of Fine Arts. You have to go to your dean anyway."
"But I heard that Huang Yingying from your college was promoted to professor. I don't think my ability is worse than hers." The stubborn Cao Qian said unwillingly.
"Oh...you are such a stubborn young man."
Looking around and seeing that there was no one around, Xu Guoqiang whispered to Cao Qian, "Come here."
The two walked away from the hotel gate. Xu Guoqiang pointed at Cao Qian and lowered his voice:
"How do you think Huang Yingying got promoted to professor? She is not as experienced or capable as you, but she has an amazing student.
That student's family is powerful, and whether Huang Yingying can be promoted to professor depends on his father's words. It is said that she is now having an affair with that student's father again."
He glanced at Cao Qian coldly: "Can you do it? If you can do it, you will be a professor tomorrow."
Holding her forehead, Cao Qian sneered: "This is reality..."
"Yes, this is the environment. What can we do? Come in quickly. I'm starving."
After saying that, Xu Guoqiang left Cao Qian alone.
Zhu Mo had just finished cleaning the room when he heard the ringing of a bell.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the balding Xu Guoqiang.
Xu Guoqiang tilted his head to look into the room and exclaimed: "Fuck! Zhu Mo, your room is big enough! Can you live alone?"
"Uh...yeah. Professor came to see me?"
Pushing aside Zhu Mo who was blocking the door, Xu Guoqiang actually walked in to visit, and said casually with his hands behind his back: "I heard someone said you were here, so I came to take a look."
"After all, you've been in a bad state this semester, and I want to take this opportunity to counsel you."
Touching the porcelain cup with gold rims on the dining table, Xu Guoqiang said with a tut-tut: "Now it seems that I was worrying too much. Students like you don't seem to need my encouragement."
red and black:"..."
There is no problem with Xu Guoqiang's teacher ethics. Although he is the strictest professor in the entire Academy of Fine Arts, he is also the most responsible.
He usually sounds harsh, but he will take the initiative to help any of his students if anything happens.
Unlike most professors who are arrogant and self-righteous, and teach students every day with PPTs that they have prepared several years ago.
So much so that a course may have been offered for five or six years and the PPT may not have changed at all.
Moreover, in such a large art academy, Xu Guoqiang might be the only one who could remember his name.
Zhu Mo also respects Xu Guoqiang from the bottom of his heart.
Xu Guoqiang marveled at the luxury of the room, and Zhu Mo patiently accompanied him on the tour.
"Haha, I never thought there was a rich second-generation hidden in the oil painting class."
"It's just..." Xu Guoqiang changed the subject and winked at Zhu Mo.
"I see your place is quite big, it would be more than enough for dozens of people to have a meal here. In my small room, we would probably have to sit on the floor to eat. How about having everyone eat here instead?"
Seeing Zhu Mo smiling bitterly but not answering, Xu Guoqiang sighed:
"Well, I should have thought of it earlier. Zhu Mo is not sociable and likes quietness. Alas~"
"Okay... Professor." Zhu Mo agreed reluctantly.
Xu Guoqiang immediately changed his expression, opened the WeChat group with a smile and sent a voice message: "Everyone, don't go to my room, come to Zhu Mo's room now..."
Not long after, people came into Zhu Mo's room one after another.
Everyone who stepped into the room could not help but admire its luxury.
Of course, every time someone came in, Xu Guoqiang, who was sitting on the sofa, would shout: "This is Zhu Mo's room. He allowed us to eat here. You should thank Zhu Mo!"
In order to avoid such embarrassment, Zhu Mo simply returned to his room.
The originally empty luxurious suite suddenly became lively.
Most of the seniors were unwilling to give up this good opportunity and approached the junior girls they liked.
The men majoring in oil painting were so angry that they gritted their teeth.
Suddenly someone fixed his eyes on the economics senior student on the other side.
At this point, the man who majored in oil painting went to his senior classmates to exchange feelings.
"Hey hey hey... Senior, I'm the class flower of the oil painting major, would you like to get to know me?"
The most dazzling and eye-catching among the senior students is naturally Han Ningchu.
She is simply a goddess among goddesses. There is no one who would not want to try to exchange contact information with Han Ningchu.
Han Ningchu raised her beautiful eyes and said coldly: "I'm not interested. Wait until you become the school hunk before you come to chat with me."
"Well..."
The man who claimed to be the class flower left in disgrace, not wanting to continue to suffer.
On the other side, Chen Xintong naturally became the main target of all the senior students.
But Chen Xintong had no interest in them at all. She sat aside with a cold face and didn't say a word when anyone approached her.
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