Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  The outside world is really poisonous and doesn't want people to live at all.

  Finally arrived at the classroom, Yang Zongbao was stunned. What is this? A warehouse? It's a house with a gabled roof, made up of three movable board houses.

  "Is this the classroom?" Yang Zongbao still decided to ask first, lest this seemingly enthusiastic counselor swallow himself up.

  "Really?" The counselor replied naturally, but immediately reacted: "You reported late and didn't know? The anesthesiology department's own building is still under construction, this is just a temporary arrangement."

  "Can't it be shared with others?" Yang Zongbao found it strange, even if it was a newly built building, other idle or classless classrooms could still be used.

  "Ah, it's hard to say, you'll understand once you get familiar with your classmates. Go ahead."

  When Yang Zongbao followed the instructor into the classroom, he realized that a famous school was indeed a famous school. Who are these people?

  On the podium, a bespectacled teacher was yelling at a mosquito, not showing any anger.

  Behind the tiered seating, students were scattered about, sitting in a disorderly manner. Yang Zongbao almost thought he had entered some public schools in the West. The classroom was indeed full of wonders.

  There are those who peel melons, those who watch, those who fall in love, and those who listen to music... In short, there's everything, just no one seriously attending class. The whole classroom with over 200 seats only had more than 20 students seated. Yang Zongbao can understand that the number of graduate students is small, but still, shouldn't they listen to the lecture? Respecting teachers and valuing education is a fine tradition of the Chinese people. This group of students is really good to their teacher.

  "Professor Yin, excuse me for interrupting, I'd like to introduce a classmate," said the counselor.

  "Please." The professor waved his hand, indicating for her to continue speaking.

  "Everyone, this is our new transfer student."

  After finishing speaking, he pushed Yang Zongbao out.

  "Hello everyone, I'm a new transfer student, my name is Yang Zongbao." Then he stood still where he was.

  "Transfer student? Our school still accepts transfer students?" A man who was originally hugging a girl said with a very arrogant tone.

  "Really, which school did he transfer from?" The woman being held by him also giggled and said: "Yang Zongbao? This name is really something, I don't know if his family has Yang Pai Feng, Yang Ba Mei? Mu Guiying? Is there still such an earthy name in this era?"

  The girl's words had just fallen when the room erupted into loud laughter.

  "Uh, Yang, which school did you transfer from?" The counselor also joined in on the teasing.

  "Jiangsu University of Technology." So the counselor also sent me here just to make fun of me, huh? Thinking about it now, it makes sense that the counselor wouldn't know my alma mater.

  What a group of people with lowly tastes. However, I don't care, although it's a university that the geniuses present may not have heard of, at least when my alma mater was in class, no one would be so disrespectful to teachers and academics.

  "Jiangsu University is killing me."

  "Do you know where it is?"

  "Is there someone at home?"

  "Who knows, these days anything starting with 'er' is cool."

  “……”

  There were all sorts of discussions, but none of these touched Yang Zongbao's nerves.

  "Alright, young man, take a seat wherever you like. We're starting class now." Professor Yin's mosquito-like voice dispelled Yang Zongbao's current embarrassment.

  "Thank you, teacher." Yang Zongbao took back the two books that the instructor had handed to him and gave her a meaningful look.

  "Alright, alright." The counselor also didn't know why Yang Zongbao stuttered when he saw him.

  The young counselor hastily left the classroom. After coming out, he felt uneasy in his heart, as if he had been frightened. Thinking back to Yang Zongbao's last glance at him, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Those eyes now made him feel fearful, devoid of any emotion. Don't people's eyes always reveal what they're thinking? But just now, Yang Zongbao seemed to know that he had done something bad, though even if he knew, what could he do about it? After all, he was the counselor, with power that was neither great nor small. He had only done a small bad deed, and it would be hard for him to get away with it.

  Having made up his mind, the counselor indeed put down his guard and walked back to the office with a light step to continue playing cards.

  In the classroom, Yang Zongbao chose a seat in the front row and sat down.

  The professor was lecturing on organic chemistry, a course he had also taken in undergraduate school. However, Yang Zongbao still patiently listened to it. This way, he could save himself from having to review the book again. As the saying goes: "Reviewing the old to know the new." Not one bit wrong.

  Soon, a student who listened attentively to the lesson appeared in the drowsy eyes of the old teacher. Although he was not very attentive when he first came in, this 45-minute class had only one student named Yang Zongbao with a straight waist, like a javelin. His face was not the most eye-catching, but his bookish air was extremely strong.

  Professor Yin has taught for decades and has developed a keen eye. He can tell at a glance who is pretending to listen and who is really listening. The student in front of him was very close, not only sitting up straight but also with both hands placed on the desk, right hand holding a pen, eyes following his own.

  The old professor's passion rose, and his voice grew louder.

  Other diligent students think Professor Yin is very spirited today.

  Professor Yin was a stark contrast to his usual self, with a radiant glow on his face. It seemed as if he had suddenly burst forth with passion for his career.

  Professor Yin's saliva flew horizontally.

  "This old man has taken the wrong medicine? So sudden and intense, be careful of high blood pressure leading to cerebral thrombosis. In the end, he can't even take care of himself."

  Yang Zongbao suddenly heard a voice of discussion, the owner of the voice was the man who attacked himself most fiercely just now. Although he felt angry, but here he had no right to speak for himself, all he could do was to take care of himself.

  The man's voice was not loud, but it carried easily in the empty classroom and reached the professor's ears with no effort at all.

  Although audible, the professor had no reaction and continued to focus on teaching, which made other students even more reckless.

  "Is Professor Yin deaf or something? We never had any discipline in his class."

  "It's either deaf or it must be deaf."

  "Why?"

  "Have you seen our school's twin buildings? They were donated by Zhou Yifu. Even our new independent teaching building is said to be donated by his father."

  "Is it that fierce?"

  "No way, otherwise he can play games with you during class?"

  "They really have money at home."

  "It's not like that, so teachers can also turn a blind eye and not make a big deal out of it. Who would dare to offend the God of Wealth for no reason? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

  His classmates' gossip didn't make Zhou Yi uncomfortable, but instead made him smile comfortably.

  The situation in the classroom is becoming increasingly awkward.

  They gossiped too much.

  Bell...

  The sound of the school bell broke the awkwardness.

  "Class dismissed."

  Yang Zongbao hastily stood up and bowed.

  "See?"

  "Saw it, unexpectedly kowtowed. True or false."

  "How disgusting, what era is this?"

  "True soil."

  "Dare not say it out loud, perhaps they have a powerful backing..."

  More than 20 people, where did so many gossips come from? Yang Zongbao was speechless. Because he didn't notice the classmate in the corner and had no intention of getting close to him. So he quickly packed up his things and slipped away. Without realizing that he himself had also become an object of observation for others.

  "How was it?"

  In the corner of the classroom stood a boy and a girl, both with attractive appearance and temperament.

  "She's got some charm, looks pretty, and has a decent attitude towards learning. However, there's nothing particularly special about her."

  "Don't underestimate him, he's said to be a versatile talent. Moreover, it was Principal Mao himself who brought him in. He came first in the provincial hospital recruitment exam this time."

  "What's the big deal? It's just a test paper, right? Didn't you also get a perfect score on TOEFL? China's exams are all about rote memorization anyway. Getting a perfect score isn't hard."

  "Right, whatever you think is good with your brother."

  The boy gently rubbed the girl's head: "But he has a much better learning attitude than others here, and I think he also has some real talent."

  "Ma Aiguo that old scoundrel just can't get along with my brother, at first he said he wouldn't accept master's students only doctoral students, now isn't he accepting this nobody? It's all thanks to our parents' connections that it was useless, how despicable."

  "Alright, don't be angry anymore, let's go home and have dinner."

  The boy comforted the girl and they walked out of the classroom together.

  "A pair of idiots."

  Feng Yuxiang woke up to hear such a stupid conversation, and his ears were polluted. Qian Shuangshuang and Qian Qingchuan, this pair of twins who are as useless as each other, have no talent except for boasting about themselves. Relying on their family's small business and slightly smarter brains than ordinary people, they dare to say disgusting things and do disgusting things. As adults, the brother and sister are like conjoined babies. They think they're not bad, but they don't know that others think they're acting in a sitcom.

  "Feng Ge, are you awake? We were just waiting for you to have dinner."

  If Yang Zongbao were here, he would definitely be surprised. That brainless fool can still speak human language.

  "You little brat are a bit too much, no different from an idiot."

  Feng Yuxiang relaxed his stiff neck from sleeping.

  "Hey, does Brother Feng look down on me? We're just giving the new guy some ideological education. It's also for his own good. Otherwise, one day he might not know better and offend our brother, breaking the rules. After all, we're from the same department, I wouldn't want to be too harsh."

  "Shut up with your nonsense, you be you and I'll be me. Don't drag me into trouble for no reason. If you're not careful, your dad will chop you up."

  "Got it. Never mind, let's go eat."

  "Just be content with what you know."

  At this time, Feng Yuxiang only knew that Yang Zongbao was a bookworm and a weakling, so he felt some sympathy for him and casually said something to let Zhou Yi not be too excessive. However, Zhou Yi had a twisted personality since childhood, which made Yang Zongbao's life even more uneasy.

  The school canteen has two floors, the first floor is shared and the second floor is a private room. The price is also good, Yang Zongbao lined up to buy a meal, casually found a table, sat down and ate. I was too hungry after moving in the morning.

  "Let me pass, classmate."

  Yang Zongbao looked up and saw that the enemy was narrow, wondering why this annoying man had taken a liking to himself? In organic chemistry class, he didn't even get along with himself, and yet he could still find his way to such a remote seat. Shouldn't he just give it up?

  Yang Zongbao was thinking, but his mouth didn't stop moving, still eating non-stop. This fell into Zhou Yi's eyes and immediately became a sign of refusal.

  "Get out."

  The rice bowl was suddenly lifted up and all the food spilled onto Yang Zongbao's chest.

  "What are you doing? Hurry up." Feng Yuxiang urged impatiently from a few steps away.

  "Feng, wait a minute. I've got something to say to this guy." Zhou Yi held up one hand in front of Yang Zongbao's face and made a waiting gesture with the other towards Feng Yuxiang.

  "Ah..."