Rekindle 2003

Chapter 582 Everyone is coming in

Why do graduate students need to wear professional attire in formal occasions?

There is no way, graduate students are not actually students anymore.

The ID card for students is called student ID card. The ID card for elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university to prove student identity is called student ID card, while the ID card for graduate students is graduate student ID card.

Even if you take the high-speed rail, you will find that the people listed in the country's preferential policies are actually 'students and graduate students'.

Therefore, graduate students are not students.

However, graduate students do not pay social security, are not considered employed, and are not protected by labor laws.

He can only be regarded as an apprentice.

What are the benefits of being an apprentice?

it goes without saying.

No one at Fudan University dared to trick Su Caiwei into returning the labor fees, but after all, the labor fees were pitifully small.

Therefore, Su Caiwei's shirt is not made of the ultra-high-cost fabric worn by Qing Yun and Qin Manman. It is not even as good as the OL fabric worn by Tang Qianying, Chen Yue or the clerks in the company.

What she wears is the cheap professional attire that students buy for graduation season.

Although Teacher Xiao Su does not need to find a job, she still needs to dress appropriately if she needs to attend academic conferences after graduate school.

After all, Su Caiwei was not even 17 years old at that time, and her face was very green and immature. She could only rely on professional attire to forcibly enhance her aura, so as not to be underestimated.

There is no way, no matter which country you are in, seniority is a deeply hated thing, but you have to pinch your nose and admit it, this may be the best way.

Su Caiwei knew what would happen to this cheap white shirt when exposed to water.

Looking down at the ghost paw print on her chest, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Not only is there a large expanse of black in the white, but the masterpiece of the little farmer in the office is also faintly visible.

On the contrary, it is sexy and charming.

She was a woman who had difficulty breathing just looking at her, let alone the big pervert next to her.

The sound of the little villain's heavy breathing could be heard in his ears, and Teacher Xiao Su couldn't help but arch her body as he rounded and flattened the truth.

Resistance was her attitude.

However, cooperation is an autonomous reaction of her body.

Her lover's obsession with her body made her feel quite happy at the moment.

She was a little shy, but not much in reality. After all, he had seen her all the time in the office, and the little villain had taken advantage of her a lot during this time.

And to be honest, Su Caiwei was not disgusted with this strange feeling, and even secretly enjoyed it.

Teacher Xiao Su held his hunched head and allowed him to continue to greedily plant marks on his body, declaring his sovereignty.

This kind of mark would make her very shy, for fear of being seen, but at the same time, she had a strange and inexplicable urge to want others to see her.

She has her own name.

She already has someone to rely on in this life.

However, after a while, Su Caiwei still tugged on his ear, pushed him, covered her shirt, and said with a cold face, "Okay, it's time to go back!"

The reluctant look in the little villain's eyes when he raised his head made her couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "Okay! It's too late!"

A candy, a big stick, and then another candy. A small push and pull. Teacher Xiao Su had a great time.

Unexpectedly, Qingyun ignored her and rolled his chin on her neck, causing her to giggle, "Sister is angry!"

This little villain doesn't have the demeanor of a domineering president at this moment!

Purely a spoiled child!

But Su Caiwei felt even more proud at this time.

She bets that it is impossible for Qin Manman and others to see the childish look shown by Qing Yun in front of her.

Because only abandoned children understand abandoned children better.

She had to act soft and make him want to bully her, but she also had to be protective. She also had to show some maternal qualities that Qing Yun had never experienced in her life.

After using up all his strength, the sullen teacher Xiao Su pinched his ear hard and said angrily, "Sister is really angry!"

Emperor Yun then straightened up after hearing the greeting, held her tightly in his arms, and said innocently with a pair of starry eyes, "Good sister, I'm thirsty."

Su Caiwei pinched his nose in both annoyance and amusement, looking through his expression, "Are you going to say you're hungry again later?"

I'm thirsty, hungry, and sleepy, so I'm going to stay here tonight, right?

Well, this bastard won't dare to stay put.

After all, no matter how generous Qin Manman was, he would not tolerate him when he stayed out at night.

In the future, maybe it would be after he formally bowed his head to Qin Manman.

Otherwise, Qin Manman would definitely be on guard against himself.

So this little bastard probably just wanted to break into his own boudoir and sit on his own bed.

Su Caiwei, who had been educated by the older sisters in the dormitory, knew this process very well.

Dry mouth...didn't he have enough of his own saliva just now?

Qing Yun smiled and shook her head, "Let's talk about it later. I'm really thirsty now."

As an entrepreneur, process is a very sacred thing.

We must abide by it personally.

Teacher Xiao Su, who had nothing to do with his ruffian appearance, twisted his nose angrily and turned around to prepare some water for him.

There is no way, what if it is true?

What happened just now about this guy holding back his urine made her really afraid to bet on this possibility.

Qing Yun didn't take the opportunity to break into anything, he just walked around on the first floor casually, looking at this building from the Republic of China era.

I have to say that the Republic of China was a paradise for professors.

This kind of house is actually comparable to the old bungalows on Huaihai Road.

The internal decoration is like a historical scroll, and every inch is full of stories and traces of time. Walking inside, you will be attracted by the unique atmosphere, as if you have returned to the era when masters were competing.

On the walls, exquisite murals and retro wall clocks silently tell of the past glory.

The gorgeous chandelier casts warm and soft light and shadow, illuminating the entire space.

Each piece of antique furniture has unique design and sophisticated craftsmanship, full of nobility and elegance.

The carpet is soft and rich in texture, and every step is like stepping on the dust of history, making you fall into deep contemplation.

The display racks around... can only be described as bookshelves. They are full of books, as if they are independent time capsules, solidifying the traces of time in every corner.

Qing Yun glanced at it and saw that there were not just mathematical monographs, but all kinds of books, especially literature books that took up a lot of space. The cover of each book had a sense of historical vicissitudes.

The old-fashioned rattan sofa in the living room has a white cloth curtain covering the back of the chair. Although it is slightly old, it still exudes a calm and restrained atmosphere.

The rocking chair by the window swayed gently, as if whispering, telling those forgotten past events.

No wonder this place will be turned into a memorial hall by Fudan University in the future.

Su Caiwei's temperament has a certain feeling of being "poetry-filled", but she definitely has nothing to do with "career wrapped in rough cloth".

Having lived in such a family since she was a child, even though her clothes were not as gorgeous as Qin Manman's, the collection of books in this house made her look as elegant as Qin Manman when they stood together. A book on the bookshelf called "The Integration of Numbers and Poetry" caught his eye. He pulled it out and looked at the author. It turned out to be Mr. Su's own work.

Looking at the books on the surrounding bookshelves, Emperor Yun somehow understood.

Su Caiwei, who brought him a glass of warm water, was startled by his gurgling drinking action before she said anything.

In an instant, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled shyly, "More."

Su Caiwei immediately glared at him, dumbfounded.

If nothing else, she has a new understanding of this guy's endurance.

It’s quite bearable!

The cup she just brought was not big, and she thought this was his excuse. She thought it was too late, and she would wake up with edema after drinking too much water, so she didn't drink more.

But now it seems that this bastard did not lie to her, he was really thirsty.

Su Caiwei quickly went to change to a larger cup and took another cup. She warmed it with cold water and took a sip to test the temperature before bringing it to him.

"Differentiation reveals all things, and I ask about geometry in my life..."

The old man who wrote a volume of poems in his life, the crystallization of his life's wisdom, firmly caught Qing Yun's attention.

Su Caiwei stood next to her with a cup of water, a gentle smile on her face, and didn't rush her.

She was proud of her adoptive father's achievements. Seeing that the little bastard was fascinated, she didn't want to disturb him.

after all……

In her mind, Qing Yun's talent in mathematics was far better than hers. Maybe just such a moment of fascination would give him some bright ideas.

Although this book has been published in countless copies all over the world, many people have just read it. In addition to lamenting that Mr. Su has many poems, they can only lament that they cannot understand it.

After all, this is math...

But on the road of scientific research, sometimes things are so full of metaphysics.

In just a moment, some geniuses can realize the truth.

Emperor Yun...

Apparently, he was someone else.

He realized the truth.

Mathematically speaking, if he was so talented, how could he be unable to turn over after being pinned down by Qin Manman in his previous life?

Physics is pretty much the same.

However, he could not reverse the collapse of the physical world by himself, so he could only work on papers across disciplines and chemistry in frustration, willing to be a coward, hoping that the progress of the times could blow away the dark clouds and truly rebuild the building of physics.

What else?

Physicists also need to be careful.

Anyway, the building of physics has collapsed more than once. Anyway, it is not known that all the ruins will be put together to erect a new discipline.

He was just thinking about interdisciplinary things.

He was originally a professor majoring in physics and chemistry. Mr. Su's combination of mathematics and poetry only gave him a little emotional insight.

While thinking about interdisciplinary studies, Qing Yun reached for the water glass in Su Caiwei's hand.

However, because he was too focused on drinking water, he did not notice that the size of the cup had changed, and the water inevitably leaked out.

Fortunately, he acted quickly and didn't get the book wet.

However, the shirt on his body was soaked in water, and a lot of it was spilled on his trousers.

Teacher Xiao Su was speechless and quickly went to find a tissue and handkerchief to soak up the water.

One of the great advantages of high-count fabrics is that they are particularly absorbent. When she turned around, she realized that there was no need to waste paper towels because it had already spread.

Su Caiwei looked at his shirt and pants depressedly, her teeth itching for a while.

If Qing Yun's focused look just now hadn't deceived anyone, she would have had every reason to suspect that this bastard did it on purpose!

Emperor Yun was naturally smiling.

As expected of God's father's favorite cub, he was still thinking about what excuse to use to stay.

Hey! Is this a coincidence?

What a joke!

When he came in today, he never thought about going out.

It's not that the monkey is in a hurry to do something, but that he is well aware of Su Caiwei's idea of ​​delaying the process at this moment. Naturally, he needs to continue to speed up so that he can have stronger kinetic energy to bombard the critical point to break the deadlock.

For things like love, the early stages are when the energy is greatest.

The further we go, the better we understand each other.

After a long time, if you want to do something unexpected, when you are an old married couple, even if you stick your butt out, she will know what you are going to fart.

"Scoundrel!"

Su Caiwei's face became feverish again.

A certain bitch who was very self-conscious had already taken off her shirt and handed it to her with her topless body.

Such automatic behavior left her with no choice but to take it over, let him go upstairs, and prepare to dry his clothes with a hair dryer.

Emperor Yun followed her upstairs with a smile.

Su Caiwei had no choice. It was already autumn, and the night temperature in Huating in mid-September had already returned to 9 degrees.

Let him go out in a wet shirt. If he catches a cold, she might be in trouble.

Su Caiwei knew very well that the more physically fit a person was, the more outrageous the illness would be when they got sick, and this was the case for her.

Although the three little girls are not afraid, there is no need to make trouble for themselves.

Of course, the most important thing is that she doesn't want this little bastard to get sick.

Su Caiwei's boudoir is on the second floor of the old house.

It was clearly a well-appointed room.

The bedding is a set of goose yellow that makes people feel elegant and refreshing. It has a pleasant psychological feeling and makes people calm down in the bright and refreshing mood.

It has a slightly sweet and fresh flavor visually, representing happiness and hopeful colors, which dilutes the simplicity of many Chinese-style furniture in the room.

There are some ancient paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, exuding a simple atmosphere, and it seems that every stroke and painting tells the story of the years.

There were translucent gauze curtains hanging on the windows of the room, swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight shone through the curtains on the ground, making it variegated.

There is a desk covered with white muslin placed across the window. The laptop on the left is set up on a stand and hidden behind the wall without blocking the light.

Next to the writing desk is a retro-style rocking chair covered with soft cushions.

In the room, except for the wardrobe, the free space is filled with bookshelves of different heights, filled with all kinds of books.

A green potted plant stands quietly in the corner, adding a touch of life to the room.

It seems that this is a quiet world for an intellectual girl, and the inner calmness and wisdom of the scholarly girl are revealed in every part.

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(End of this chapter)