??Professor Li looked at the handsome young man from above his glasses.

No matter how many questions Professor Li asked, he answered his questions reasonably with "um" and "oh". Since it was so concise, Professor Li simply stopped asking.

The college is connected to the affiliated high school, and the boy is from the affiliated high school. He is as old as his daughter. He said he went to school late.

This extremely handsome boy transferred from Lincheng and his grades were very outstanding. He had never studied some courses because he was a transfer student, but he had excellent grades. Some people always reported that he cheated. Therefore, it is necessary for the head teacher to let him come to the office often.

Every time the head teacher couldn't find any clues, he would do these courses, but they were not adulterated, so she asked Professor Li, a friend, to test the child's level. Professor Li was so busy that he couldn't even take care of his daughter recently, so he agreed perfunctorily.

His name is Qin Ying.

Professor Li quietly looked at the boy and looked stylish and stood there. The handsome tree looked so handsome that it felt very ancient.

If he doesn't move, it's really like a wax figure. His deep eyes always look out the window, as if he's seeing through it.

The office door opened with a rattle and the boy glanced at the door.

Professor Li looked at the wife who was walking in and was waiting for him to get off work.

Recently, his wife is free and always comes to wait for him to get off work, which sometimes makes him extremely embarrassed, but his colleagues respect her very much because she was once a teacher here.

"Qin Ying, we are going to get off work, so you can go back too." Professor Li frowned and saw a plate of scattered documents on the table, like the end of the table being cleaned up, quickly putting a ball of paper in his pocket.

Qin Ying caught a glimpse, smiled silently, and turned around and left.

Professor Li’s home.

"This simulated defense really made my glasses fall below my glasses, the worst batch ever! I have been teaching for more than 30 years and have never seen such a poor student. The test papers I carefully looked through, the most bizarre one was the name of my daughter, so where did I put my old face?"

Lao Li watched his wife knitting her sweater casually, and simply took off one of her sweater needles.

"It's the 21st century. You are still in the mood to knit sweaters. People have gone online shopping, so you can buy one too!"

Lao Li's wife continued to look at him casually from above her glasses, then quietly took off her glasses and put them on the table. Before she retired, the professor said in a unique tone: "Comrade Li, I'll knit a sweater. What's the matter with you? Everyone has their own hobbies. People like to shop online and wear fashion. It's fine to wear it for one season. My sweater won't break even after 10 or 8 years!"

"You might as well knit an antique and wear it on your body. I'm really speechless. Your daughter's paper defense is the worst. She also studied in the direction of biological science. This is my major. Our daughter has taught such a virtue. What will my colleagues look at me tomorrow..."

The simulation test paper has been thrown into Comrade Lao Li's trash can because he failed the qualification and needed to take the retake. However, he did not need to do so because he had to hand in it. So he searched through the trash can and opened the wrinkled paper ball again.

Old Li's wife looked at the test papers on the desk. It was indeed very different, but what is strange is how could the thesis defense be made in the form of a test paper? It turned out that this was a mock exam, no wonder...

Lao Li finished talking nonstop, and she finally understood. This time, Lao Li defended his classmates with topics and arguments, and then he could make a long and concise statement. The prescribed word count simulation training ranged from 1,000 to 2,000 words. This is very simple. I didn’t expect that the defense outline of the scientific direction given by the students was strange and very different from their previous ones.

"Comrade Li, it's like the 21st century you mentioned. Can the young comrades now have the same ideas as ours? We were following the rules at that time. We wrote whatever the teacher gave us, and we won't go out of this range. You see, most of them have already gone out of the range. I've heard that there are several strange students in your class. It seems that you can do something this year. By the way, there are still two years before graduation. What paper defense are you anxious about? Do you want to pull out the seedlings and encourage growth?"

"Old woman, go knitting your sweater! You are a researcher of ancient Chinese, how can I compare with you? You can compare with me. I can only study these things. I also want to study my dinosaur fossils. Who gave me a chance..."

Lao Li's wife took the sweater needles that he had patted there from his desk and once again put them on her hand. She simply stopped knitting sweaters in the study room. She didn't want to look at Lao Li's expression, so she quietly closed the door of the study room and continued knitting in the living room.

But in the content of the test paper just now, Lao Li's wife was already silent in his impression. Her daughter told her some fantasy thought stories when she was a child, which made her remember them deeply.

"Mom, one day when I was dreaming, I saw the sun surrounding the earth..."

"You are wrong, the earth is revolving around the sun, and that's the right thing."

"Oh, I saw the sun always following me, and I thought it was around the earth. It turned out that we were around it!"

"Child, it's not good to always dream. You always remember so clearly. Just forget this dream!"

"Mom, I saw that the sun had a very large trash can, which contained a lot of energy. After it shone on the earth, it put the negative energy into the trash can!"

"Silly daughter, how could the sun have a trash can?"

"No mom, it just has one, like a star, and then these useless substances exist in it. I feel so interesting!"

...

This is the story told by her daughter 10 years ago. I don’t know why she still remembers these stories freshly.

While she was wearing a sweater, she quietly placed her glasses on the tabletop, and then walked to the window, where there was a faint light. Because of her eyes, she sometimes had this layer of window screen hanging.

She simply pulled the window screen open and looked at the scorching sun outside.

"Is there really a person from the alien sky? Will the dinosaurs be resurrected..." She thought about the series of topics about her daughter before, and also about the handsome and strange boy today.

Qin Ying. A feeling of familiarity...

She has attended banquets near the museum.

During the celebration, I saw a human-shaped tree.
Chapter completed!