Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Ugh? Isn't this coming?

Professor Martin looked up subconsciously to see the direction from which the sound came out. Why is this child so different from the real picture? Columbia, the place that advertises itself, is it appropriate for you to dress up with a disgraced face?

This should let Qin Guan know that there will be a loud protest. I came to school, but not to film. The students in this school seem to be in such a hurry and low-key, I publicized that it is not a hatred.

Professor Martin didn't have much time to think about it, and he started the opening remarks with the freshmen: "When you walk on the tree-lined path along the Hudson River, you are accompanied by two American presidents, with 97 Nobel Prizes in your hands. Winner."

"How beautiful this sentence is, but as your future mentor, I'm going to follow it on your head."

"Wake up, classmates, if this scene is really realized, it would be a hell. Who wants to stand calmly by the river, I have to praise him for not being afraid of death."

"Let's talk nonsense. You only have two possibilities for dreaming when you enter my economics college at Columbia University. One is that you are sure to pass the exam, and the other is the genius, which can be done easily. My homework."

"Of course, the first kind of presence can be realized at any time, but the second kind is impossible to achieve in the course of my Martin. Today we will talk about the strength of Columbia’s financial system... "

Professor Martin accompanied by the quietly blooming flowers outside the window, and the unwilling lonely cicadas, opened his fervent first class. Qin Guan, as a scholar, also couldn't help but be fascinated.

It wasn't until the bell rang for get out of class that Qin Guan responded that he was planning to go out with books in the same way as usual, but found that some old Columbians, but no one's **** left the seat.

"Okay, since it's the end of get out of class, we will start to arrange today's homework...the core views of Columbia's three financial systems..."

What? Homework? Do you play with me?

Qin Guan, who hasn’t written homework in years, was stunned. Although he published a lot of papers, he rarely did homework when he was in college.

Some freshmen who were the same as Qin Guan also heard the professor's words and honestly recorded them.

"Okay, I can send it to my mailbox before class tomorrow, and everyone will be dissolved."

Qin watched the big classification and four sub-items in his hand, and a spit of old blood spurted out. The pile of homework will be tomorrow?

How strong is this? It reminds Qin Guan of the lovely senior year.

It may also be that the class has no second Asian student except Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan. The boy with a thick bottle bottom looked at Qin Guan's puzzled face and took the initiative to answer to the other party. stand up.

"Columbia University study, if the freshman has just entered the school, it is definitely not used to. There is a proverb here, Columbia University study is Drugs, medicine can not stop, today's homework is not too much, I have experienced Even worse."

Kuhn on the side raised his eyebrows. Xu Xiaoxiao, who couldn't fart with these three sticks, would also take the initiative to speak? If it weren't shining everywhere in Columbia, it is estimated that this child could cry eight times a day.

Qin looked at the face-to-face boy in front of him and smiled at him: "Thank you, I understand, I call Qin Guan from China."

After talking about it, he handed his slender and white hands friendly, and Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gently shook his hand back: "Xu Xiaoxiao, Chinese American, my family lives in Manhattan..."

"Xu Xiaoxiao, are you okay? I'll go to Roche Plaza to play football in a while. Do you want to go..." Kuhn on the side was a little impatient with him. He pulled out and walked out of the door.

"Oh, come now, wait for me..." Xu Xiaoxiao, who had not yet introduced Qin Guan, glanced at the new classmate he had just met with some regrets, picked up his schoolbag and panicked and followed in the footsteps of Kuhn. classroom.

Qin looked at his wrist watch. In the afternoon, it was an elective course. Time was running out.

The desks were packed up, and there was no more relaxed atmosphere on the Columbia campus that started the school.

There are students who are in a hurry. This campus, which should be a more academic atmosphere, has an extraordinary pragmatic style. All the behaviors of the students here are intended for future work.

When Qin Guan walked out of the campus again, he sat in the corridor outside the library and looked into the distance like the people in the statue. Cong Nianwei, who hurried towards him holding the textbook in front, instantly warmed her heart.

"How about the course, do you still adapt?"

"Yes, here, here... are not the same as our professors, you can learn from..."

The two were on the rickety bus and began to discuss their situation. When they turned their heads, they discovered that they had already done the platform.

"It's Chinatown in front. Do you want to eat hometown food before taking the return car?"

"Okay, to say that we haven't been here before, just get on and off the street closest to Broadway..."

The two of them looked at this with shaking hands. Manhattan seemed like a Chinese street in the middle of the city, as if it had crossed the space door and returned to the most familiar place.

"Just here! Red lacquered Feiliang carvings, historical humanities."

Qin Guan pointed to the carved beams of the red lanterns hanging high, and Cong Nianwei suggested.

"Finally," the two entered the gate of this Chinese restaurant together.

"Poof" A curtain made of wide plastic leather hung down. This is an imitation of the ancient boudoir bead curtain. Although it is ugly, it is quite good to block flies in summer.

It was only after the two of them entered that they discovered that there was no such thing as a hole in the sky. The person who opened this restaurant must have a wealth of money and not bad money, but they must not know much about Chinese culture.

He merged too many and too many Chinese elements together, but lost the original taste.

But Lao Mei didn't know, they thought it was too Chinese and hadn't seen anything!

The one-meter-high Peking Opera stand in the center is just like a performance stand built in Brazilian and Russian restaurants. This is also the venue for Peking Opera performances.

It feels as if you have entered the Dazhaimen Restaurant in China, or the small theater of Deyun She, which is as bright and translucent.

A few hot steamed dumplings were brought up. It wasn’t that Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei didn’t want to eat anything else. It was really the Kung Pao chicken and fish-flavored shredded pork in front of a few Americans. Not a little Chinese taste. (To be continued.)