Lazy God Possession

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wan Jianyong, the dean of Jixin Institute, dragged his tired body back to the office.

This unlucky day is finally over.

Although, I don't know what will happen tomorrow.

Everything during the day is like a nightmare.

Maybe it was really too long as the dean. Under one person and over ten thousand people, he was used to thinking about everything from his own standpoint.

In his opinion, it's just a small game. Students, please comfort them in private and give them some benefits.

What he didn't know was that, just as he was still busy trying to find a way to recover Mr. Zhang's departure, the storm was brewing, becoming more and more intense.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, a long article detailing the whole event was posted on campus bbs, Qingyang University's post bar, and Weibo.

However, I do not know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The news came to a fire from a very strange angle.

Because, at the beginning, most people are questioning, how is this possible!

A mighty college dean, in the presence of a large audience, turned out to be so brazen!

In the comments, countless people exclaimed: "No, how is it possible! This is not scientific! A dean is so stupid?"

"As a dean, it's impossible to do such a stupid thing!"

"This kind of IQ also has a shady ... fake is too heartbroken."

"I read less, but I can also see that you are writing a story ..."

"Is there any insider to break the rumor?"

"Forward 500. Let the landlord go!"

"Landlord, open the door and check the water meter!"

But soon people who have experienced it first came forward to speak for themselves. Then public opinion burst into an instant.

"It turned out to be true?"

"Sure enough, reality is crazy than fiction!"

"Good dog blood!"

"Move the stool and wait for the eighth!"

In the evening, major websites began to delete posts quickly, but someone already edited a mv with live video and put it on ab station.

But this is only the beginning of a nightmare. The storm of the network is just a foreplay. The real storm happened offline.

It's over five in the afternoon. Wan Jianyong was called to the principal's office, and then waiting for him, the principal became furious and let him calm down the matter as quickly as possible.

This cyber storm. It has caused great damage to the image of Qingyang University. The promotional videos they shot have not been released yet, and the image has already reached home.

If this continues, how will Qingyang University recruit students next year?

Not to mention, there are already many teachers in schools, and even school veterans, with clear flags demanding severe punishment for this stupid behavior.

Had it not been for Wan Jianyong to swear by the curse, he would certainly calm down the situation, and I am afraid he will not be able to return now.

It's too late today. Tomorrow will be busy calming down the situation again, the dean decided to deal with the night in his office.

He walked to the door of the office and suddenly found it sticky under his feet. A little smelly, looking down, I don't know what water is flowing from the office.

Using the key to open the office door, the dean was all there.

Somehow, the glass of the window was shattered and was on the floor of his office. Seven or eight black plastic bags containing garbage were thrown out of the window and broke on the ground. The dirt inside was flowing out, all over the floor.

That smell ... it's swill!

Suddenly, the dean felt that his head was stubborn, and he almost couldn't stand. He finally supported the door frame, and then he stood firm.

Suddenly, he yelled like a frightened little daughter-in-law: "Security! Security!"

Late at night, the turbulent campus finally quieted down, and the public opinion on the Internet gradually subsided, waiting for the fermentation again at dawn, in the girl's dormitory building, Zhang Feilin browsed all the comments, quit the marketing account she had been maintaining, quit Tor, the agent tool, erased all traces of her online and turned off.

This is the age of the media, and this is also a girl's revenge.

Who dares to bully my male god, I want you to look good!

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On September 30th, Tuesday, the day before the National Day holiday, nearly noon, Liu Minzhong dropped the documents in his hand and stood up to move his body.

Then he turned to look over, and seven or eight printed manuscripts on the table, each of them were painted densely, and they had not been revised many times.

But it is meaningless after all. In this world, there seems to be no best of both worlds. In terms of research and dissertation, Liu Minzhong only has to wait for the harvest, but in other aspects, he is still in trouble.

The funding for scientific research was blocked, and the project application was put on hold. Even the request to recruit several doctoral students was blocked.

Going on like this, these students Liu Minzhong had to go to others to read blogs.

The most important thing is that even if you want to take advantage of some time to do what you can, it is good for human beings.

No Money!

Fortunately, it is the National Day. The National Day is closed for seven days, and the institute is closed for seven days. It can also save some funds, at least until the paper is published.

"Forget it, don't want to." Liu Minzhong sighed and let yourself relax for National Day.

Because of her daughter's poor health, she has not enjoyed the happiness enjoyed by other children for so many years. Liu Minzhong owed a lot to her daughter. Since the last time Nan Ming visited her daughter, her daughter's condition has stabilized, and now it is even more Every day gets better, making Liu Minzhong very happy every day. A rare holiday, I plan to take my daughter out to play, and I'll be busy when the paper is published.

Take a break from your busy schedule and give yourself a break.

As soon as Liu Minzhong was about to change clothes, he heard the door was knocked. Nanming pushed in the door and came in, and said, "Mobile phone!"

Liu Minzhong passed the cell phone in doubt, watched Nanming fiddle with it, and then returned it to Liu Minzhong. "Five thousand yuan has been transferred to you."

"Ah ..." Liu Minzhong looked at his account balance on the phone and was a little speechless. "Where did it come from?"

"Wait, the one Zhang Qing said last time?" Liu Minzhong suddenly remembered that the last game was a storm.

"Yeah, sloppy Google wool." Nan Ming sat down, and several bug rewards have been received in the past few days. Google ’s efficiency is very high. Maybe it ’s from the last “Jianghu rescue”. It worked. In contrast, Nanming also received several phone calls from Uncle Guoan, which made Nanming deeply troubled. After deciding that this critical period had passed, he would not do this kind of thing that was too easy to show up.

There are many ways to make money. There are many places that must show the limelight. Where it is not necessary, it is better to keep a low profile.

Liu Minzhong knew the term “wool wool”, but he did not expect that someone would compare the income of tens of thousands of yuan to woolen wool.

But Nanming's arrogance is far more than that. These days, Liu Minzhong felt that he really knew Nanming.

It is said that the dean of Jixin Hospital was ill, and even the school's affiliated hospital was unwilling to treat him. Eventually, he was admitted to a small hospital and is still lying on the bed.

And Nanming? Still the same all day.

An ordinary teenager has turned the entire Qingyang University upside down, but nothing happened!

This is not what ordinary people can do.

What's more, Liu Minzhong even heard rumors, because the development of Jixin Academy was really unsatisfactory, so the school wanted to remove the post of the president of Jixin Institute.

"Look what I'm doing? What's wrong with me?" Nanming dazed.

"Don't you know?" Looking at Nanming's innocent eyes, it seemed that he really didn't know.

"Nothing." Liu Minzhong shook his head. Since Nanming didn't know, why bother to disturb Nanming's mood.

Nan Ming feels a little inexplicable ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How can he have time to care about those?

Liu Minzhong turned his attention to Nanming's life. "Will you return home on National Day? If you don't go home, would you like to go out with us?"

"National Day is very busy." Nanming Road, "How can I go home?"

After all, he didn't have to go to class. He still had a lot of things to do.

Sometimes Nanming feels sad. Since he came to Qingyang University, things have been one after another. He feels that he is simply a lazy writer and a model worker. He has no time to stop and enjoy a lazy college life. Gossip or something? Step on someone or something?

How can there be time!

With so many dreams and so many goals, is it too late to work hard? How can there be time for intrigue?

He can only comfort himself, the hard work now is to be more lazy in the future. (To be continued)

ps: continue to ask for monthly tickets, and one more at night!