don't call me singer

Chapter 9 I'm a little face blind

Professor Zhao, who became the fan captain, stayed at the venue for an extra half an hour, and then calmed down and hurried back to the laboratory of the History Department.

As soon as he ran back, he heard his graduate student Xiao Su, as if he had seen a great savior, screaming, "Teacher, you are back!"

"I'm back! What did I find? Did you find a new musical instrument? What's going on?" Zhao Xingsheng asked hurriedly.

"Teacher, I found a set of pottery musical instruments. It's a very complete set. We're going to do thermoluminescence measurement, but..." Xiao Su pointed to the long queue ahead in despair.

Several professors of history and archaeology, who had been tanned like old peasants, looked at Xiao Su with fierce expressions: "What do you mean? Do you want to graduate?"

"I cut the queue on my own merits, what's your opinion?"

"Go, go, and come back when I finish the test."

"Think about your thesis defense, every one of us could be your defense teacher!"

Threats, naked threats!
Xiao Su held a box and burst into tears.

He had been in line here for two hours, but he couldn't move forward, but took a few steps back.

In this discovered relic, a large number of pottery utensils were found, and their shapes and crafts were obviously different. They were obviously collected and put together, so it is necessary to date them. The measurements were very accurate, so many people came to line up, and a few instruments were immediately insufficient.

Zhao Xingsheng doesn't get angry, you bully my students when I'm not here, right?
"Get out of the way! There must be a first come, first come!" Zhao Xingsheng waved his two big hands and was about to push the person away.

"You dare to push me! I'm holding a 4000-year-old pottery! You dare to push? You dare to push?"

"I……"

"What are you, young man, when you were a doctorate student, you still called me a teacher!"

The young uncle Zhao Xingsheng fell down with tears in his eyes, and greeted the contemptuous eyes of student Xiao Su.

"We don't have the same knowledge as these old, weak, sick and disabled people." Zhao Xingsheng said angrily, "It doesn't matter, teacher, I have foreign aid!"

He took out his mobile phone, found a phone number and called it out: "Pharaoh, can you lend me the thermoluminescence light in your laboratory?"

"What? You're having a meeting outside? Then let your students open the door for me."

"Your students are also outside? You...why are you so incompetent at the critical moment! I don't care, you have to find a way to help me get a thermoluminescent light, and I'll rely on you!"

"You said you had a student to open the door for me...Didn't you say that all the students went out? Undergraduate? Oh, I plan to take your postgraduate exam, right...No? Okay, I don't care, I'll just wait Now, give me your student's phone number, tell him first, and then I'll contact him, 186... um, remember, what's this student's name?"

Suddenly, Zhao Xingsheng's voice raised an octave: "What?"

"Gu Xiaobai." On the phone, came the steady voice of the old king next door.

Zhao Xingsheng's jaw almost dropped.

"Xiao...Xiao Bai is your student? Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Zhao Xingsheng patted his thigh desperately, "So Xiao Bai is our nephew!"

Happy!
In the bedroom, Gu Xiaobai, who had just woken up, sat sluggishly.

In martial arts novels, martial arts masters who have just opened up the second vein of Rendu will always have five sensitive senses, and it seems that the whole world has become different.

The current Gu Xiaobai feels the same way.

For a time, the voices that used to be commonplace and inconspicuous suddenly had a different color.

The sound that I thought was similar at first became colorful.

It turned out that there was such a big gap between the sound of footsteps and the sound of footsteps; it turned out that the sound of closing the door also had a different tone; it turned out that the aunt at the door called people, this is the tone.

He didn't need to test to know that he might really have the so-called absolute pitch.

But as a future physicist, Gu Xiaobai knew that it felt unreliable, and what he wanted was proof.

After opening an online pitch measurement website, Gu Xiaobai briefly looked at the international standard pitch recording method, then opened the online piano website, and listened to every key on the online piano from beginning to end. , the test starts.

When listening to the keys of the piano, Gu Xiaobai had a strong feeling, as if he was looking at a rainbow, and the sound was like light, with a spectrum.

During the test, this feeling was even stronger.

Ding, it turns out that this sound is C6, like blue on the spectrum, clean and bright.

With a bang, this is A3, like green on the spectrum, full and thick.

A hum, this is D2, like a red on the spectrum, intense enthusiasm...

Having completely mastered a brand-new ability, Gu Xiaobai felt like a deaf person suddenly heard a voice, a blind person suddenly saw the world, and it was an itch that couldn't be scratched by the itch, and finally took off his boots.

Gu Xiaobai was silent for a moment, then reached out to pick up the charging cable and charged the phone.

Betray you for the time being.

His phone beeped, and another dialog popped up.

"Please bind the host to the system and gain more skills."

Gu Xiaobai stretched out his hand...

The system is looking forward to it, is it finally going to end?
Gu Xiaobai pressed his finger and ruthlessly canceled.

The system was stunned.

why!Why did I send the big gift bag, the initial task was completed, and even the system task rewards that were supposed to be bound were sent, but I still refused to bind it!
"I'm a man who wants to be a physicist!" Gu Xiaobai said calmly and rationally: "Now my tests are just subjective tests. If you have the ability to hack into my mobile phone, you must also have the ability to hack into the Internet that I checked. All websites, falsify the information, God knows if the absolute pitch exists or not, I'm going to verify it."

How does Gu Xiaobai know if the information he has found is accurate? Was it fabricated by this system?
But who to ask for evidence?
Fu Wenyao is said to have studied music since he was a child. I don't know if he has absolute pitch. Otherwise, who else is there?
At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's cell phone rang.

Seeing the name of "Mr. Wang" displayed above, Gu Xiaobai quickly picked it up.

"Hey, teacher... oh, okay, I have the access card and key here, I know, I'll go right over."

Professor Zhao stood in front of the No. 2 laboratory building of the Department of Physics, holding a box and looking forward to it. He saw Gu Xiaobai coming over on a bicycle from a distance, and quickly waved: "Xiaobai, here! Here!"

Gu Xiaobai locked the bicycle, walked over to Professor Zhao, and said, "Hello, Professor Zhao, my teacher asked me to come... that... do we know each other?"

Does this face look familiar?
Zhao Xingsheng's excited fan face immediately froze.

"We just met this afternoon!"

"Sorry... I'm a little face blind." Gu Xiaobai scratched his head.

After all, a useless thing like a human face does not need to occupy the memory of the brain.

(End of this chapter)