Chapter 8

Qin Ze took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the "303 dormitory group": "if you don't skip class, you will be rewarded with a popsicle."

Soon someone replied, "Professor Qin is too insidious to skip class."

"Can I exchange the reward for my girlfriend?"

"Men never lick popsicles. Please buy me a sugar cone."

Qin Ze smiled and his fingers flew: "is it OK to have an inflatable girlfriend? Then be unified. Everyone eats sugar cones. I just passed the snack bar, bought a sugar cone and went to the classroom to wait for you at the door."

With that, he put his mobile phone back in his pocket and walked into a small supermarket on the campus.

Each person has a sugar cone. After buying it, he walks leisurely to the teaching building with a plastic bag.

Outside the classroom, Qin Ze leaned against the railing, facing the classroom, took out a sugar cone and ate it. Fifteen minutes before class, twos and threes of students walked into the wide ladder classroom with books in their hands.

The open class with five classes can accommodate 500 people.

"Qin Ze!"

Someone shouted at him not far away.

Qin Ze turned his head, and a smile appeared on his face. Three lazy guys came together. In the middle was a one meter tall and honest man, and the Northeast man Zhao Guoshan, whose nickname was eight Liang. His arms are big, his waist is round, his muscles are strong, and he speaks one by one. Zhao Guoshan's name is too rustic. Qin Ze likes to call him Zhao Ba Liang.

On the left of Zhao Ba Liang is a handsome guy. Li Liang, a native of Shanghai stock market, has a richer family than Qin Ze. His father has opened a large-scale foreign trade company, and Li Liang has three houses under his name. The well-to-do rich second generation, however, is friendly and easy to get along with, that is, they like to go to nightclubs and call themselves old drivers.

The last one is a young man with ordinary appearance. Liu Ziqiang, a native of Suzhou, comes from an ordinary family, ordinary talent and ordinary appearance. He and Qin Ze are both "passers-by a". At ordinary times, my favorite aphorism is "a man should be self-improvement."

These three people are Qin Ze's roommates. Although Qin Ze doesn't live on campus, the dormitory beds are reserved, and he only needs to pay the accommodation fee to the school. At the end of each semester, he will stay at school for a month, hanging his head and stabbing his head.

Qin Ze distributed the sugar cone to his roommates. Zhao Ba Liang bit half of it in one bite, and the urn sound urn airway: "Qin Ze, do you sleep in the dormitory today?"

"Why?" Qin Ze glanced at him.

Li Liang licked the candy cone and winked: "last time you were tired of watching the 16g downloaded by Ba Liang. The coquettish man was thinking about it. However, there was no fresh blood to supplement. It was boring to play with five finger girls at night."

"Go, go!" Zhao patted Li Liang on August 21, slapping his small body on the wall.

Liu Ziqiang looked at the two roommates fighting with a smile and nodded at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze said with a smile, "I'll give you the Xunlei account back, and you can download it yourself."

Li Liang was surprised: "Yo, you are willing to hand over the key to the treasure house? Are you hiding in the golden house outside?"

"Fuck off, you don't know I live with my sister." Qin Ze tried to kick, and Li Liang hurriedly jumped, "from now on, I will guard against arrogance and rashness."

"After class, have a meal together, and then sit in an Internet cafe." Qin Ze proposed.

The roommates agreed.

"After all, don't you say that your sister is very iconic! Fat water doesn't flow into outsiders' fields. If she doesn't have a boyfriend, she can introduce it to us. I'll forget it. After all, the old driver doesn't want to be supervised by his girlfriend, but eight Liang is honest and strong, has a good job, and Lao Liu, although he's a little coquettish, I'm worried about them when I watch them fight with their left and right hands every night." Li Liang put his arms around Qin Ze's neck.

"Get out of here!"

Three people shouted at him together.

The four of them leaned against the guardrail to eat sweet cones, giggling, and near the class, a group of people came along the other end of the corridor. They were very vigorous, and looked a bit like old fogeys pressing on the road. The first is a handsome man with a fashionable hairstyle, polished temples, shaped hair on the top, silver earrings on his ears, a tight black T-shirt and white jeans. Walking in the crowd.

Since there is a passer-by like Qin Ze in this society, of course, there is a popular protagonist. Qin Ze knows this handsome guy with sword eyebrows and stars. Who doesn't know the school grass? This guy's name is zhangmingyu, ZJ, a real rich second generation. It is said that there are three listed companies in his family, with assets of billions. Compared with him, Li Liang is a ground beetle in front of him. College is not as popular as junior high school and senior high school. Xueba is popular with teachers and admired by female students. Xueba is an upper class person in the school. When you get to college, Xueba is worthless, and fighting for your father is the king. But it's different to have money at home and be a bully. Zhangmingyu is such a person.

He is rich and a bully, but he is also handsome. He simply doesn't give life to passers-by Qin Ze. Zhangmingyu became popular on the first day of school because he drove a Porsche sports car to report to the school and was photographed and posted to the campus forum. The girls all shouted to give him a monkey.

As soon as zhangmingyu entered the classroom, Qin Ze heard a lot of noise, mixed with the exclamation of the girls.

Li Liang said bitterly, "it's so bull like. It's great to have money at home."

Zhao Ba Liang then said, "handsome and amazing."

Liu Ziqiang said quietly, "Xueba is great."

Qin Ze finally concluded, "I really want to kill him."

Class began immediately. Qin Ze and his party quickly ate up the sugar cone and approached the classroom. There were more than 200 people sitting in the wide ladder classroom. This big classroom can hold 500 people, so it's not crowded. Qin Ze and others chose a few positions to sit down. Zhangmingyu sat on their left side near the aisle and was talking in a low voice with his companions. The positions around zhangmingyu were occupied by female students who coveted his beauty and money.

Such people are the focus of everyone wherever they go.

There are several girls beside Qin Ze, talking excitedly: "zhangmingyu, zhangmingyu is also here."

"How handsome, if only I could be his girlfriend."

"Go, I'm the right girl for him, but people haven't noticed me."

"I'm young and rich, and my grades are so good. I'm simply a national God of men. If I can fall in love with him once, I won't waste four years in school."

"Dream, my girlfriend is a flower."

"Hum, we should firmly believe that flowers are the scenery of Mingyu ouba's life, and we are the destination of ouba."

Qin Zexin said: Damn mental retardation.

At this time, a girl took a pen and poked Qin Ze's arm. She said impatiently, "Hey, classmate, you blocked me from taking photos."

Qin Ze turned his head and saw those girls taking photos with their mobile phones. Don't guess. He must send a campus forum to show off. The title must be "amazing male god zhangmingyu" and so on, because there are so many such posts that he has seen a lot.

Li Liang said with a dark face, "take photos. It's class time."

The girl hissed, "can you control it? It's not patting you. Who are you?"

"I'm jealous of the school grass. Just look at his face. He looks like a crooked melon with split dates."

"You shoot for us, but we don't shoot yet."

"Hot shot, hot shot."

"Hahaha!"

Li Liang was furious.

Qin Ze pulled his sleeve and shook his head. There was no need to quarrel with a woman. Losing the quarrel was humiliating, and winning the quarrel was not a bright thing.

When the bell rang for class, a middle-aged man came in at the door of the classroom, dressed in a casual suit and oil combed, with a national face and a serious expression. When he was middle-aged, he had an introverted temperament. It's probably the so-called forty-one flowers for men. The classroom quieted down as soon as he appeared.

Professor Qin is here!

Professor Qin glanced at the big classroom and nodded all over the floor. Turn on the slide projector, take out the textbook from the briefcase, and Lang said, "today we won't call the roll, which saves you from shouting" to "for your classmates twice and three times. Every time I see it, I'm sorry to point you out."

The classroom was filled with laughter.

"Today, I will tell you two key knowledge of International Finance: foreign exchange theory and practice, financial engineering, open the book..."

Qin Ze shrugged his head and tried not to let the old man pay attention to it. He looked at the integral mall aimlessly and was full of interest. This class is not a professional class. The final exam is also an open book exam. He doesn't worry. Anyway, at the end of the term, the old man will put a pile of textbooks in front of him and mark the key contents inside. He just needs to follow the old man's train of thought. If you don't say you are excellent, you will definitely fail.

A class gradually came to an end.

"I'll assign you a task before class." Professor Qin opened a slide on the computer and projected it on the big screen through the projector. It turned out to be dense in Russian.

What the hell?

The students were stunned.

"This paragraph is excerpted from the hundred year history of currency by Andre Peter, a Russian economist Andre has always been a criticized economist in Russia. His books are not many and his reputation is not obvious, but there are many interesting things in his books, which are very chewy. This is one of the interesting passages I picked out. There is no Chinese translation version at present. You can download it from my online disk later, translate it, and write a post reading feeling of no less than 1000 words. Just send your homework to my email. "

Professor Qin is showing his Russian again.

All the students thought the same.

Qin Ze covered his face silently. His father was proficient in Russian, English and Japanese, and he would show it in class from time to time.

"Professor Qin, no need." Zhang Mingyu suddenly stood up, with a calm "protagonist" on her face:“ Правыониилинет，ноязнаютолько，чтоянепомнюниодногоднявмоейжизни，когдабыянепринадлежалейинечувствовалнадсобойеёвласти.Онанепокидаетменяденьиночь;ятоженевыказываюпоползновенияудратьотнеё，—связь，сталобы ть，крепкая，прочная........”

He actually recited the paragraphs of the article once in fluent Russian, with a little harsh pronunciation, but no one could hear the defects except Professor Qin. The girls in the hall were shocked and screamed constantly.

Several roommates of Qin Ze's face changed. NIMA, handsome and rich, is more talented than you. Heaven is unfair!

Zhangmingyu paused, confident and said, "this paragraph is about some social changes caused by the transition from the era of gold based currency to the era of credit paper money. The author has high hopes for the future of credit paper money and some speculations about future finance. It has to be said that this is a very far sighted economist."

"Pa Pa Pa!"

Applause broke out, and the girls flushed with excitement.

At this time, Qin Ze received a message: "there is a task reminder, please check it!"

"God, zhangmingyu also knows Russian."

"It's worthy of being my male god. People like it."

"It's amazing. This man is so excellent."

"It's not surprising to hear that a listed company in his family is funded and cooperated by the Russian capital side. It knows Russian."

"Who is saying that my Mingyu is the second generation of rich men? Who am I in a hurry with?"

"That is, some boys are poor in their own family and are unwilling to work hard. They know envy, jealousy and hatred."

The girl who finally spoke glared at Li Liang and Qin Ze. She was blocked by several people just now and had a quarrel.

"Who are you talking about?" Li Liang was angry.

"Classmate, your ugly face makes me very unhappy." Liu Ziqiang said.

Zhao Ba Liang didn't speak and stared at the girl. But people are not afraid of him at all.

"Yo, I won't let anyone say it yet."

"That is, the life of a poor loser."

"You deserve to have no girlfriend. Blind people like you. You can't compare with my God."

"Look at how self-conscious this student is. He doesn't say a word."

A girl was angry at Qin Ze with her mouth.

A burst of snickering laughter.

Qin Ze turned to look at her and suddenly stood up, "Professor Qin, I have a different opinion."