"Exactly!"
Zhao Yi nodded confidently.
Fan Lei didn’t know what to say. He felt he should give so advice. Their C language teacher was very beautiful and gentle, and almost beca the dream lover of many male students in the class, even he had a good impression of the C language teacher.
If Zhao Yi attended the class, would the gentle and beautiful C language teacher only pay attention to Zhao Yi and not talk to him anymore in class?
Cough cough...
Well, as for how awkward it would be for the C programming language teacher if Zhao Yi attended the course, it was not within the scope of Fan Lei’s consideration.
In the end, Fan Lei didn’t say anything, and as they walked along the road, he kept gossiping, "You really should attend the C programming language class. Seriously, our language teacher is the school beauty among the teachers, and she is so gentle when she speaks..."
"Whenever I hear her speak, it feels like a spring breeze has blown into my heart."
"This teacher’s charm is so great that it almost turns you into a wet person?" Zhao Yi said with a twitch of his lips.
"You’ll know when you go."
Fan Lei nodded vigorously, seeming to be very confident in his own words.
...
They walked all the way to the computer room for the C programming language class.
Zhao Yi and Fan Lei arrived early, and there were only a few people in the classroom. He found a computer in the corner and sat down, turned on the computer, and then began to cultivate drowsiness by staring at the blank screen.
"Classmates, the class is starting!"
In the hazy mont, a gentle female voice ca from the podium out of nowhere, making Zhao Yi instantly awake.
It was not because the voice was too gentle, but because the voice was too familiar.
"Qian Hong??"
Zhao Yi’s computer was in the corner, a little far from the podium in the computer room, but his eyes seed to have a penetrating power, which made Qian Hong look at him all of a sudden.
At that mont, embarrassnt occurred.
Zhao Yi suddenly understood so things, such as not long after the beginning of the sester, Qian Hong had chatted with him about the issue of attending classes. He still rembered what Qian Hong had said.
"There’s no need to attend the computer classes of C programming language. It’s just a waste of ti."
"Your biology departnt’s C programming language is just learning a programming language and having a basic understanding of computer program design, or actually, it’s just an ordinary computer course."
"You can still attend other courses, like physics, chemistry, and even advanced mathematics. I also ca from my freshman year, and the content of advanced mathematics classes is basic. Listening to it should be useful for you, right?"
At that ti, Qian Hong used an uncertain tone.
Zhao Yi felt as if she was talking directly into his heart. He had similar thoughts. Advanced mathematics is a comprehensive mathematical discipline, and there were many contents that could be heard and understood.
But C programming language was different.
The application-oriented programming language subject for computers had no real aning for him to learn.
Now it seed...
Qian Hong had so much to say about what subjects he should study. It turned out that her purpose was to stop him from attending the C programming language class.
"I see!"
Zhao Yi had a feeling of suddenly realizing the truth.
On the podium.
Qian Hong was just about to start the class, and when she opened the PPT, she was stunned by Zhao Yi’s direction.
In Zhao Yi’s eyes, she seed to see amusent.
Suddenly.
A wave of embarrassnt appeared in her heart.
Qian Hong never thought that Zhao Yi, who had been ’misled’ by her, would actually co to the C programming language class.
The key was... him, a world-class algorithm master, coming to a basic C programming language class?
Qian Hong took a deep breath, thought for about ten seconds, pursed her lips hard, and decided to pretend she hadn’t seen him.
That was the best way.
This lesson was about the loop content of the C programming language, and loop was an important part of the course. After the judgent, calculation, and loop, then judgent again, the simple content had various uses.
At the end of the loop content lesson, there was a small programming assignnt, which was to write a program to calculate an arithtic sequence.
Of course, they couldn’t use the formula to nest, but solve it by doing loops.
Zhao Yi seriously listened to the class, and returned to the classroom to learn the basic programming content. It felt strange and interesting, especially with Qian Hong on the podium, he couldn’t sleep even if he wanted to brush up his Rest Coins.
As a result, Zhao Yi beca a good student.
It took him less than twenty seconds to complete the assignnt given by Qian Hong.
Then Fan Lei next to him hurriedly said, "Let copy!"
"Let see!"
"Zhao Yi is done, hurry up!"
Zhao Yi suddenly hesitated and asked online, "What should I do if a classmate wants to copy my howork?"
Most adults will not care.
Helping classmates copy howork could deepen friendships, and it was no harm to oneself—a trivial matter.
However...
It was different when the teacher was soone familiar, especially when the teacher glared at him, unsure of what to do.
Let them copy?
Wouldn’t that disrupt the teacher’s lesson plan?
Not let them copy?
We are close friends in the sa dormitory.
In the end, Zhao Yi’s choice was, "Copy what? Do it yourself! Such a simple question still needs copying, bring out the spirit of playing gas."
Zhao Yi sternly scolded Fan Lei.
Fan Lei felt a little inexplicable; among their roommates, the only one unwilling to let them copy howork was ng Zheng.
Zhao Yi and Li Renzhe were always alright about it.
Now it had switched to the C language class—a class that Zhao Yi didn’t even have to attend but still scored full marks—so why was he refusing to let them copy a small programming question?
Then.
Fan Lei looked sideways and saw Qian Hong in the corridor eyeing him sharply. He imdiately understood.
"Haha!"
"Teacher Qian, I wasn’t going to copy Zhao Yi. You know his computer level. I just wanted him to guide a little...".
Qian Hong shot a glare at him and paid no attention.
"Why glare at ?"
On the side.
Zhao Yi showed a gentle smile. Just now, there was an eye contact with Qian Hong, and Fan Lei, who was sitting in the middle, was simply hit by accident.
Whether they copied howork or not, who cared?
Qian Hong certainly didn’t care.
She cared more about Zhao Yi attending her C language class and not having any good thods to teach, so she just gritted her teeth and lectured.
That feeling was really depressing.
After class.
Qian Hong picked up her things and left, faster than everyone else, as if she had sothing urgent to do.
In the afternoon.
Zhao Yi logged into Penguin Number on his computer and found out what Qian Hong was up to.
Computer Technology Exchange Group.
Qian Hong: "Help! Zhao Yi, God Zhao, is actually attending my C language class. What should I do?"
"I was so depressed in class today. The key point is that he seriously listened to the whole class. It would be better if he had fallen asleep!"
ng Ruohao: "Shocking! The world-renowned algorithm master is actually causing trouble in an ordinary female computer teacher’s class!"
Zhang Zhen: "Why on earth? Zhao Yi is actually attending Sister Aweso’s C language class?"
Ma Xiaojun: "Sister Aweso, have you taught classes to an internationally awarded computer genius? So envious!"
Zhang Zhen: "Envious!"
ng Ruohao: "Envious!"
Gao Jixian: "Envious! To have a computer master attending the class!"
"Aweso!"
"Sister Aweso is aweso!"
"..."
Ma Xiaojun: "But aren’t you guys curious about why Zhao Yi would attend Sister Aweso’s class? And he even listened seriously for the entire class. Is it C Language, right? Could it be... "
Gao Jixian: "Has Zhao Yi fallen in love with Sister Aweso?"
ng Ruohao: "Shocking!"
Professor Liu: "I think Qian Hong is under thirty years old, Zhao Yi is under twenty, a ten-year difference is not too much. It’s quite good."
A group of people underneath were shocked.
ng Ruohao: "When it cos to gossip, even Professor Liu joins in!"
Qian Hong, who had not spoken for a long ti, suddenly squeezed out a sentence, "Zhao Yi attended more advanced mathematics classes, and their math teacher is fifty-year-old Hu Zhibin, Professor Hu. It seems that he loves Professor Hu even more deeply than he loves ."
"Sister Aweso is aweso!"
"Sister Aweso is aweso!"
"Sister Aweso is aweso!"
This counterattack was so fierce that Zhao Yi nearly spat out a mouthful of blood when he read it.
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