Although he was hiding it deeply, Professor Zhang is still an old man who is close to the reality of students' lives in private. In addition to being able to pick stars in the palace of knowledge, he also likes to be down-to-earth - for short. On campus forums, Professor Zhang is a well-known active user. In order to avoid being recognized by students, he can understand more accurately what they care about every day, even his username looks like: I, professor, pay money!

...... Sure enough, with such an id, no one has ever suspected that he was a professor.

He had already read the posts about Kou Qiu and Yan Zhuo in the forum. In the post, the little girls blushed with excitement. Oh, he screamed so cutely. There were a lot of pictures taken secretly, yelling to pick the pair of CPs. Professor Zhang was not blind, so he had long seen that there was something wrong between the two.

But no matter how you know, it wouldn't be like that if you say that it has affected your image or something.

"Looking around, why are there a few people with this tendency in our history?" The old man sighed, "Even in nature, there is nothing strange about same-sex courting. You only have to court one person, not two people, what is unacceptable?"

Kou Qiu was a little suffocated.

“Paring…”

He vaguely felt that he was not a fish, but more like a bird shaking off his feathers in front of his object.

"Or it's a bitch," the old man said up and down, "Just do it, and someone came to me to sue me. Am I a pedantic person? - That kind of straight male cancer?"

After his words came out, Yan Zhuo looked like he was about to suffocate.

But Kou Qiu was still a little happy to touch it quietly.

"So, professor, don't you object?"

"I object or not, it has nothing to do with whether you do academic research." The old man was very open-minded about this matter. "I asked you to do research, not to let you marry and have children. As long as you don't have a big problem with your character, don't steal, rob, kill or set fire, no one can stop me from accepting you."

He held his glasses and made himself a cup of tea.

"But now that our environment is here, you still have to pay attention - everyone can still make gold. This matter may not be over, I'm afraid there will be some subsequent text."

After all, Jiang is still old, Professor Zhang said this well. Soon, another letter of report quietly flew into the department director's email. The letter of report said that Kou Qiu's personal life style was inconsistent and there was serious academic fraud problem. The papers he wrote were all written by others, not his own works.

He pointed out that the person who came to help was a classmate who often came to ask Kou Qiu for questions.

Academic fraud, this is a big deal.

Although it is not a graduation thesis, Kou Qiu has won several personal thesis awards. If there is really a problem, then the beating will definitely be the face of the entire school. The department director can ignore the rumors among classmates, but he can't put such a thing aside and quickly call people over to ask.

Kou Qiu stood in the office, feeling ridiculous and funny: "I wrote it myself."

The boy who was pulled to say that he was a gunman for Kou Qiu was timid, his eyes hid behind the lenses with thick bottoms on his feet, and he couldn't see what his expression was. The department head knocked on the table and asked, "Wang Lian, what do you think?"

"I...I was wrong!" Wang Lian shivered, his hands and feet became even more at a loss, as if he didn't know where to put them, his voice was as thin as a mosquito and flies. "At that time, classmate Kou came to me and said that he had something to do. He...he asked me, I was thinking about classmate friendship, so..."

He stammered his neck and said it seemed to be true, "I was writing a paper in the dormitory at that time, and my roommates could testify for me!"

The department head turned his head again: "Yu Jian, what about you? How do you testify?"

Kou Qiu was a little silenced for a moment.

The articles accused of plagiarism happened to be studied when he was not very busy with his studies. He did not come to school every day, but most of the time he spent at home holding a big head and chewing the papers little by little, forcing him to complete the papers. In this way, only Yan Zhuo could testify for him.

But when the previous episode accused him of his sexual orientation, his name was firmly connected with Yan Zhuo, how could Yan Zhuo's testimony be believed?

The teacher next to him said: "If the computer document has records, you can check it."

Kou Qiu now fully understood the routine. He pursed his lips and said, "My computer was infected with the virus two days ago."

After connecting to the public network of the library, I was infected with the virus not long after. The files on each disk were shot. This was another paper from two years ago. Even the things on the USB disk were updated and replaced several times, so where could the original files be found.

Yes, afterwards, this person had the intention to squeeze himself out of the team of graduate school, so how could he give himself room to prove his innocence?

The system boy widened his eyes and cursed in his heart angrily.

Kou Qiu: [......Don't be angry. It's not good to swear.]

[How can you not be angry?] The system cub is so angry, [especially this Wang Lian, when he came to ask you for questions, how innocent he looked when he came to ask you for questions? It seems that he didn't know anything. Even the direction of the topic was listened to your intention and chose the same as you - now, why is this person so shameless?]

It was obviously angry, but it couldn't say more vicious words. The mother who was scolded just now had exceeded its limit. The system blushed and brewed angrily for a long time, and finally said: [......This capitalist lackey who was poisoned by money!]

Really degenerate!

Wang Lian there paused, but said something amazing again: "I'm sorry, teacher. Actually... I actually took the money from Classmate Yu."

Kou Qiu: "...ha?"

Wang Liantong blushed and took out his recent account details. There was a 20,000 yuan investment from the top, which was transferred in not long ago. Wang Lian said: "Student Yu knew that he was protected from a graduate school and was afraid that I would tell you about this, so he gave me a hush fee-"

Also closure fee.

Kou Qiu thought, this child was probably not watching too many palace dramas and was so stupid.

The department head saw it, nodded, turned his face and looked at Kou Qiu.

"Yu Jian," he said in a deep voice, "What do you say?"

Kou Qiu said: "I have nothing to say."

As soon as he said this, even Wang Lian looked over in disbelief, as if he hadn't imagined that he would put down his words lightly. The department head frowned and looked at the good student in his mind, "Are you trying to admit it?"

Kou Qiu smiled and shook his head.

"Of course I have to admit what I have done myself - but where should I start if I have never done anything I have ever done?"

The department head coughed again and said, "Then you--"

"I apply," Kou Qiu said, "give me the opportunity to clarify the facts in front of all my classmates and teachers."

He pursed his lips.

"Can I take up ten minutes for everyone to publicly confront Wang Lian, who is said to have been hired as a gunman at tomorrow's award ceremony?"

Before the department head could speak, Kou Qiu said again: "Even the suspects have the opportunity to ask a lawyer to defend themselves. Teacher, you can't just beat him to death with just one stick, right?"

The department director stopped talking.

To be honest, the professors in the department are more inclined to Kou Qiu in their hearts. Especially those who substitute classes like Kou Qiu even more. Not to mention anything else, when it comes to class, they are basically lying down, and they are like performing the spring sleep of the Begonia, and they all have all kinds of sleeping positions; there are also those who play mobile phones, play games, and talk about love...

At first glance, Kou Qiu, who was moving up every day, insisted on studying hard, sitting in the first row of the classroom day after day, with his straight posture, like a small tree, looking at every teacher with his desire for knowledge.

At least there must be such a student who listens carefully to the class to be able to enjoy it. It makes people feel relieved when you see it.

The department head also taught them a lesson, but in fact he didn't believe Kou Qiu's plagiarism, so he patted his hand on the other party's shoulder and did not object, "I originally wanted to speak as a student representative tomorrow. If you want to speak, then go."

Kou Qiu bent his eyes.

"Thank you, Director."

When he said this, there was no smile in his eyes. He glanced indifferently at Wang Lian, whose face changed suddenly.

When he walked out of the office, the extremely familiar figure of the young man was already waiting at the door. Yan Zhuo leaned against the wall of the corridor, his long legs overlapped, and half of his face was covered by the shadow cast from the corridor, only half of it was still in the sun, as if it was shining. Seeing someone coming out, he stretched out his hands and straightened his body, "Is it okay?"

Kou Qiu nodded and told him briefly.

Brother Yan's little bit of thought of protecting his shortcomings immediately emerged, and he emerged one after another like mushrooms after the rain. He sneered, "It's still fake, why didn't they say that their identity was fake?"

——A group of people are not human at all.

The system was still angry, but after hearing this sentence, he started giggling again, quickly threw the unhappiness just behind his head, and called his father and husband wildly, [Dad and husband even hurt others with a rustic smell!]

【...】Kou Qiu was a little knelt for the father and son.

After returning, Yan Zhuo started cooking as usual. He changed into a long-sleeved sweatshirt, stood in front of the pot with an apron, and told Kou Qiu to eat some fruit to suffice his stomach. Kou Qiu peeled off all the orange peels, shook them in and fed them to him. Yan Zhuo ate them in one bite and drove the person out, "Nannan goes to rest first, are you tired today?"

Kou Qiu said: "It's okay."

He glanced at him and originally wanted to see what dish Yan Zhuo was cooking, but unexpectedly found something on Yan Zhuo's wrist, like a purple bruise. He frowned, stretched out his hand, and rolled up Yan Zhuo's sleeves.

"What's going on?"

Brother Yan pulled the sleeve with his other hand and said to him: "It's okay."

Kou Qiu grabbed him and said, "Let me see!"

"What are you looking at?" Yan Zhuo tskated, simply carried the young man over, chewed him directly on his lips, deliberately blurring the point, "If Nannan wants to see, let's take a good look in the bed later. The kitchen is full of oil smoke, so I won't eat fish."

But Kou Qiu didn't eat his set at all, "roll up his sleeves, I want to see."

Yan Zhuo is still struggling: "Nannan..."

Old Cadre Kou looked at him with expressionless face, "Hurry up."

His stern expression was also very cute. Under the attack of light waves like this, Yan Zhuo wished he could just strip his apron and put it on him. The live version performed the 32nd of the 108th style of eating fish - eating grilled fish wrapped in tin foil, that is, the grilled fish in the apron. A young man was raped and released under the rule of this crazy disease.

Kou Qiu carefully folded his sleeves upwards for several times, revealing Yan Zhuo's arms with clear lines.

There was indeed an injury on the top of the head. The wound was unclear, as if it was hit by some blunt object, and it was a large area of ​​purple, and it was even scratched, with some bloodshot.

He frowned and asked, "Are you fighting?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhuo admitted readily, not caring about it, "They can't beat me."

Kou Qiu was not surprised. Yan Zhuo's skills were also practiced since childhood in the courtyard. If you really talk about close combat, although you cannot compare with those who have received professional training, it would be more than enough to beat a few students. He was injured like this, and the other few people could only be more serious and not light.

Just, "Why do you want to fight?"

Yan Zhuo said: "There is no reason, it's just that they are unhappy, and they are looking for trouble again."

Kou Qiu didn't ask any further.

He brought the medicine box and disinfection bandage from the living room. After applying medicine to Yan Zhuo, he wrapped the bandages around in circles, with a serious look as if he was bandaging a mummy. Yan Zhuo glanced at him and deliberately teased him: "Is it better to have a Nannan not wrapped?"

Kou Qiu paused and looked up at him.

Better looking?

become.

After a while, Yan Zhuo sat on the sofa with a bandage bow with a big face, as if it was a Christmas gift that was put out but not sold.

He did not tell Kou Qiu why he had to fight.

Originally, I was just waiting to go to the bathroom, but I heard a few boys talking inside. Some people said that Yu looked so sissy that boy looked so masturbating, and it was abnormal at first glance. Some people said that no wonder he kept staring at me when I peed with him last time, and I felt so disgusting at that time--

Yan Zhuo's anger suddenly rushed up.

He didn't want to talk too much with this group of people, so he felt his fists itchy. Although he hadn't used it for a long time, he was still as fierce as ever. Yan Zhuo came out of the compartment and locked the door in everyone's surprise and panic gaze, and he beat him one and three to the next.
To be continued...