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White was about to send a message to Lake, saying that when he was not going to Google this afternoon, he saw Evelyn walking over.

At this time, White was about to set off for Stanford, and Evelyn, who was holding a drink, came at the right time.

"where are you going?"

Evelyn was surprised.

"The professor asked me to come over."

"right now?"

"right now."

Evelyn threw the drink into White's arms, "You won't train this afternoon?"

"No. Ask me for a leave."

White held the drink firmly in his hand and walked out.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Come on!"

Evelyn's voice gradually disappeared from the back of her head, and White walked towards Stanford alone.

The gym is not far from Stanford, and White can come here quickly without the need to take a bus.

When he came to Stanford, many students came and went here, and White walked into this university campus alone among these talking and laughing college students.

Compared to other hard-working students at Stanford, White is particularly unique.

If it is elsewhere, White will undoubtedly become the target of bombardment.

However, this is Stanford. Everyone has broken their hearts and turned their heads for their studies. No one cares what you are doing.

White therefore appears extraordinarily free.

Professor Gomez taught his classmates in the classroom, and he talked about the IT industry in recent years.

Although White does not often attend Professor Gomez's class, he also knows that Professor Gomez is very happy to "chat about topics". Besides, the IT industry is developing rapidly. It is obviously unrealistic to stick to textbooks only.

White waited just a moment outside the door, and Gomez walked out.

Seeing White, the red-nosed Professor Gomez finally smiled. He walked to White and whispered: "You are finally here, come with me."

Huai nodded and followed Professor Gomez.

Passing through the white-walled, red-tiled building and the tree-lined roads, Professor Gomez took him to his office.

This is a professor's exclusive office, spacious and tidy. Professor Gomez used the key to open the door of the office and opened the door wide, allowing White to walk in first, then go in behind, and close the door.

The office is presented in black and white, which is in line with Professor Gomez's philosophy of simplicity. There are large bookcases on both sides, half-person high. On the bookcases are goldfish bowls in which goldfish swim happily. The transparent glass tank reflects bright splashes and corals.

"Nothing to organize, just sit down." Gomez sat down at the desk and pulled out a stack of files under the desk cabinet.

White was not polite, and sat down on the chair at Professor Gomez's desk.

At this moment, I was looking around at the office environment.

"This is the content of the volunteer activity. You can take a look and choose the date. I can submit it for you as soon as possible." Professor Gomez handed the document to White.

White took it, his eyes shifting back and forth.

"My suggestion is that the sooner the better. Don't look at volunteer activities that seem to be unimportant, but actually have a profound impact on credits. I wanted you to submit before this afternoon, but I thought you were on Google..."

"I see." White looked up.

"What?" Professor Gomez was a little surprised.

"I can do it this afternoon." White smiled. "Professor, you hope so too?"

"Smelly boy. Isn't it for your good? For you, I really broke my heart." Gomez puffed up his cheeks, with a red nose and white hair. He really looks like Santa Claus. Unfortunately, Christmas has passed. Otherwise, It is also a good choice for the professor to ask for a few Christmas gifts.

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White thought to himself, his gaze rested on the professor's face, calm.

"I want to come back and study." White said.

As if afraid that the professor would not understand, White added: "After nearly half a year of Google life, I think I have a rough idea of ​​my position."

"What does it mean……"

"That is to say." White drew out the signature pen from the pen holder in front of him and checked the volunteer service column, "I will slowly focus on Stanford in the next six months."

"Google there..."

"There is no problem."

It's not that White is ranting.

So far, he still remembers that one of Google’s employee benefits is that he can work from home.

However, this is also different from Wig.

Because White is in Stanford, there are many alumni from Stanford in Google, they will be full of understanding for White who is still studying at Stanford.

At this time, most people will praise instead, focusing on studies. Even in private, these people who have graduated from Stanford and have a fixed monthly salary will secretly mock him as a nerd who doesn't understand the world and only reads.

These remarks had little effect on White.

White was ready to face the gossip. What do you think of his feelings for Wig? Of course there is hatred and hatred, but in his opinion, those twenty-five boys who can be driven by the rhythm and let the wind fall at will are even more annoying.

Compared to the twenty-five sons, Wigg has at least the skills.

Thinking of this, White couldn't help laughing coldly.

To be honest, it's not bad.

It's not very good anyway.

The content on the paper is all the help information bar provided by Stanford Volunteer Service Center in San Francisco in recent years.

There are many items to choose from in the category column. For example, help parents with busy work and carry things for children at home alone.

White finally chose to go to the hospital to see the child with cancer.

To be honest, White seldom did these kind of welfare activities before, but he often saw a certain celebrity in the newspaper news, and a certain rich man went to the hospital to see a certain child.

Then the camera freezes their happy scene.

Then there was another group of sour guys underneath, saying something to play tricks.

A bunch of wars of words, a group of keyboard men.

Typing on the keyboard is really amazing. Actually, I don’t want to donate a dime and I’m eligible to laugh at others.

Anyway, there is no shortage of people with such powerful keyboard thieves everywhere, but I don't do anything at all and blame others for it.

"Have you decided? That's it." The professor confirmed again.

White said, "Yes."

The professor nodded, took off his glasses a little, and held the document farther away so that his presbyopia could see more clearly.

White thought at this time that the professor was already sixty years old this year.

"Is that all right?" White asked.

"Yes..." Gomez looked at White again, and stopped talking, "I hope you can handle the relationship between the two sides."

The relationship between the two sides. Google and Stanford.

With a special head, as he said, he is very clear about his position and never needs other people to interfere.

"I'm leaving."

White said hello, walked to the door, and opened the doorknob.