Because Peking University officially issued an employment announcement.

Yan Ci.

stanford.

Department of Computer Science.

Ruoliang & Netizen: "...".

Yan, lyrics?

As expected by PR in advance, someone asked under this announcement: Are Professor Yan and Yan Ge, the current top celebrity outside the circle, a relative? He seems to be a brother or sister?

Peking University official Weibo replied with a word: [Yes.]

All rumors and rumors are self-defeating now.

But at the same time, a large number of rumors still pour in like rivers and seas, and thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence—

Brother, I can!!!

...

As soon as the announcement was released, the class would follow.

On the first day of Professor Ji Kexin's ten-row seats in the classroom were filled with dozens of seats from front to back. He could not sit down and stood there. He couldn't squeeze into the classroom, so he was outside the classroom, with an unprecedented grand occasion.

Among them, girls are the main ones.

How could this be listened to the lecture?

It was clearly to see the rumored brother.

The noise continued in the classroom until the door moved, and a pair of expensive Oxford leather shoes stepped onto the marble floor of the classroom. They were tall and had no buttons of the shirt. The lights passed through the lenses, and then they were restrained.

Holding the roster in his hand, he walked onto the podium and was ascetic.

Facing the noise of the room, Yan's poems were as plain as nothing. But at this moment, he came with him, and the miscellaneous and slandering in the classroom came to an abrupt end.

He was not moved by the noise, but the noise stopped because of him.

From noisy to quiet, it's only a matter of seconds.

...

"...I thought Yan would stay in the United States like me." In the afternoon in Palo Alto, the wind was sunny. In an open-air cafe next to the Silicon Valley park, German professor Lessig sat at a small table under the parasol. He stopped while the waiter served the coffee, and then continued to communicate with several colleagues at the table: "I didn't expect that he would go back to China to teach in the end."

Although he worked in different departments, Yan Ci made a name for himself at a very young age, so everyone sighed for a while.

Only in the corner, a middle-aged lady was slightly surprised.

Someone caught a glimpse of her being lost and asked half-concerned and half-chat, "celia, what's wrong with you?celia?"

After calling twice, the middle-aged lady named Celia woke up as if she was dreaming: "It's nothing... I just have a little insomnia recently."

The man smiled and said, "Can you psychologists not treat yourself?"

Celia smiled and chatted for a few perfunctory words.

But I know it clearly in my heart.

No.

Not because of insomnia.

It's because of that name.

That one belongs to both the genius recognized by Stanford and even the entire American academic community, and also to the name of the patient she registered.

Name:yan

Age: 24

Disease Name: Extreme Empathy Deficit Disorder

Symptoms: The patient has a very high IQ, but completely lacks empathy... It is difficult to get out of his own perspective and experience the conflicts, emotions and desires of others. The patient cannot understand altruistic behavior... In summary, the patient suffers from extreme empathy defect disorder.

Treatment course: first phase (from January to March 2019, ended), second phase (from May to July 2019, ended), third phase (from 2019, month to month, not yet carried out)

...

Dr. Celia recalled her first encounter with this patient with a very high IQ and very special. During the whole process of her measuring scale for him, the man was so calm and calm, and even reminded her: Your pen leaked ink. He asked her: Are you nervous?

At that time, she was talking about the diagnosis of extreme empathy defects. She encountered such a case for the first time in decades of medical practice. Her tense emotions made her hand holding the pen turn, and the ink was thrown out of the tip of the pen.

It fell on the collar and white paper, and instantly dyed dark spots.

It seems gentle and humble, but it is just a sacrificial pill.

People with high IQ who are extremely lacking in empathy are so sophisticated and precise, like the sharpest blade on a knife. When pointing to others, they will not feel even a little bit of emotion.

Tip quenching.

And yan is that kind of person.

...

Sixteen time zones are separated, and the lights are shining brightly in university classrooms.

Walking onto the podium, Yan Ci stood still, lifted the flower list with his hand, his bone fingers as white as jade, and his lips slightly opened:

"Now, start calling."
Chapter completed!