The sound of turning the doorknob interrupted Wang Xu's thoughts.
He looked around and saw the principal pushing the door open.
"Classmate Wang Xu."
The principal pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Wang Xu with a serious expression and said, "It's good that you are here.
I have something to talk to you about."
"Don't you knock on the door when you enter the girls' dormitory?"
Wang Xu replied directly.
"I can't even get into that building."
The principal actually showed a confused expression, and then he immediately said seriously: "Then don't change the topic, I have something very important to talk to you about. ” "The marijuana on the windowsill was grown by Gu Chen in the health room.
It really has nothing to do with me."
"I didn't mean to say this, but since you mentioned it" Wang Xu interrupted him again: "I just followed him and sold some biscuits to make some extra money after he sold marijuana to others.
I didn't participate in his behavior at all.
If you don't believe me, you can go upstairs and downstairs and ask them.
People call me Cookie Man.
Smoking marijuana can cause severe hunger in the body.
The veins on the principal's head popped out: "Okay, don't discuss this anymore, just listen to me."
Wang Xu closed his mouth, shrugged, and waited for the principal's instructions.
The principal breathed a sigh of relief: "I checked your first-year credits."
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "And printed a copy."
Cold sweat broke out on Wang Xu's forehead.
"I would like to ask, when did Professor Torquemada appear in my school and teach a course called European Religious Conspiracy and Conspiracy in the Fifteenth Century at night?"
the principal read while looking at the piece of paper in his hand.
Said: "This course seems to have just made up for the credits you were unable to obtain due to your long absence from class, allowing you to successfully advance to the second grade."
Toquemada: Toas de Toreada 1420-1498, Spanish Inquisition judge, used torture to obtain evidence And infamous in history.
The above is the basis for Wang Xu’s fabricated curriculum.
Wang Xu stiffened his neck and said, "Well, I go to see him every Wednesday night and listen to his classes.
The credits are undoubtedly real and valid."
His expression suddenly changed: "Hey principal, why do you check mine?
Credits” The principal's face turned to one side: "I just randomly checked."
"You'll only believe your lies if you smoke too much marijuana," Wang Xu muttered.
"What did you say" "nothing."
The principal suddenly discovered that Wang Xu was holding an ancient bamboo scroll in his hand.
He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is this?"
Wang Xu replied: "Oh, this is, um, research material for a thesis in the Department of History."
"What's it about?"
"Guiguzi."
"Oh."
The principal didn't think much about it.
He decided to return to the original topic: "Wang Xu, let me make it clear to you.
You faked a professor and a course to get credits.
I It's clear.
I could kick you out of school or prevent you from entering the second grade as a punishment, and it would be reasonable and legal, but I won't take such action for the time being, because I think you are a very good person.
A talented young man with a lot of potential, so I can give you a chance."
Wang Xu said: "Thank you principal for cultivating me and I will definitely carry forward the Huangpu spirit."
"Um" "No, no, it should be the military spirit that carries forward the wings."
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"What are you talking about?"
Wang Xu said: "In short, if you are useful to me in the future, it will be up the mountain of swords and under the oil pan."
"Okay, okay, okay."
The more the principal listened, the more he felt that he was talking to a soldier during the Anti-Japanese War, so he simply stopped Wang Xu from continuing to talk nonsense: "Classmate Wang Xu, listen carefully, as a student of Xiangyi, you have to Be responsible for your own actions, I limit you to Next Monday, two days later, submit a paper on religious conspiracies in fifteenth-century Europe.
As long as it appears on my desk and satisfies me, you can continue your sophomore year.
It’s college life, otherwise” "Absolutely no problem."
Wang Xu took over the conversation decisively.
The principal let out another long breath, turned around, and walked out of the room.
Before closing the door, he did not forget to leave a message: "Classmate Wang Xu, please take care of yourself."
So, that night, the Paranormal Detective Agency.
Albert, Qi Bing, and Wang Xu, three people, gathered around a laptop and a pile of dusty books on the table, studying a course invented by Wang Xu with expressions that looked like they had been constipated for three days. .
Qi Bing flipped through those tattered things with yellowed paper, held his cheek with one hand and said, "I don't understand why you would choose to make up an unpopular course that you can't even find much information on the Internet."
Wang Xu sneered: "Ha, you should really see the expression on the librarian's face when I went to the school library to borrow these books."
He half-opened his mouth and looked forward, acting like this.
Like a patient with dementia, "He just stared at me with this face for thirty seconds, and then suddenly asked me as if he was remembering, which department are you a professor in?
I've never seen you before."
Elbert shrugged helplessly in front of the computer: "I gave up.
I can't access relevant foreign websites at all."
Wang Xu sneered again: "My child, you can't even climb over the wall?"
Elbert replied angrily: "Hey, never mention the wall in front of a German.
I tell you, I have the genes of a wall-censor in my blood, but this is too ridiculous.
I have been to so many countries around the world." , this is the only firewall I have ever seen, a firewall used to defend against netizens within one's own country.
What are they going to do next?
They designate you to go to the websites they specify.
Where am I, in an Asian peninsula that only plays the same movie?
" Qi Bingbing answered coldly: "Be careful what you say.
Do you want to be evaporated by a department more powerful than the Nine Sections?"
Elbert spread his hands: "You mean the relevant department?"
Wang Xu covered his face with his palms and said: "The name of the relevant department is not the name of a department, just like the name of a part is not the name of a place."
Elbert was surprised: "What local area does not exist?"
Qi Bing sighed deeply: "A history student who fabricates weird subjects, and a foreign dropout whose Chinese is half-baked, very good.
There is no doubt that the principal will see a masterpiece on his desk in two days." " The early morning sunlight shone through the blinds, making the dark circles under the eyes of these three guys look particularly ferocious.
They talked like that all night long, and the next morning they actually produced a five thousand word paper.
Just as they were about to go back to their homes to wash and sleep, the door to the house was opened.
Master Cat walked in with a shit cucumber in his hand.
Yes, you heard it right, a cucumber covered in an unknown yellow liquid.
I think it was his breakfast.
"Hey, boys, you burned the midnight oil last night."
He seemed to be in high spirits.
Wang Xu said, "Yes, I'm very busy, sir."
In fact, he called Mr.
Mao yesterday and wanted to trick him, but unfortunately the other party gave him the above three words.
Mr.
Cat picked up the paper casually and said, "Let me see your masterpiece, this one."
He is a man who knows everything at a glance.
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This is a talent, but sometimes, it is a disaster.
Albert said: "What do you think the principal will make Wang Xu qualified?"
Master Mao took a deep breath and said, "Well, this article is longer than a foot wrap.
It is confusing and slightly anti-gay.
At the same time, it very, very clearly criticizes Israel unexpectedly and for no reason.
Also talks about some non-existent link between India's population density and the popularity of Buddhism which reminds me that the only thing not included in this crap is an argument that could pass you by."
Qi Bing's face hit the table hard.
Maybe he was unconscious, maybe not.
You can understand this as a strike of the body.
Your brain issued an instruction, the content of which is as follows: Losing consciousness is the most important thing at this moment.
Best choice.
Mr.
Cat put down the paper, chewed his cucumber and said, "Forget it, I'll take the time to help you write this crappy paper."
Wang Xu's eyes changed, and he asked in a tone between a question and a rhetorical question: "Write it for me."
Mr.
Cat sneered: "Why do you think I'm not capable enough?
I'm telling you, if it materializes, my profound knowledge can bite your face off."
Wang Xu replied: "I mean, you would be so kind to help me write it."
Mr.
Cat laughed three times, and then his face suddenly turned grim: "Of course not, I have conditions."
Wang Xu said angrily: "Say" Mr.
Cat didn't say anything first, he did it first.
The guy whipped out a hatchet from his waist and slapped it on the table, "That's about it":