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Chapter 310 Four Glorious Paths! (Seeking monthly votes!!!)

When he woke up in the office that evening, he opened his eyes.

"Did I do anything out of line?"

"No, but Principal Gao said he's still quite satisfied with you." As they walked out the door, a graduate student smiled and said.

Zhou Yue tightened his collar. "What did Principal Gao do to me?"

"Principal Gao said that Professor Zhou helped him solve many problems, and even helped him derive the mechanics formulas for his advanced research projects."

Zhou Yue, "..."

Oh no, they're taking advantage of his drunkenness and using him like a workhorse.

Is this okay?

But after thinking about it, there's no other way, so I'll just use it.

"Oh, right, Principal Gao also said that Teacher Zhou will have 200 yuan deducted from his salary for bringing alcohol to the podium."

"But I didn't receive any money while I was at Peking University!"

He felt that this was almost outrageous. He didn't get paid to work at the university; he only got paid two hundred yuan per class!

I only earn 1,200 yuan for teaching six classes a week.

Besides, this is just the price for temporary workers, not wages!

Did he essentially teach someone a lesson for free?
Only a university student could make something as simple as offering something for free so clearly!

"How many formulas did I help him derive?"

"I don't know, it'll probably be postponed for an afternoon." The graduate student also found it somewhat amusing. "President Gao said that listening to Professor Zhou's class would be refreshing, so I came to listen to one class, but I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

"What are you saying? Do you think I speak badly just because I'm drunk?"

Zhou Yue didn't think so.

He felt that the mechanics formulas and textbook knowledge, or rather, the professional knowledge, were already deeply ingrained in his mind, and he could develop muscle memory without much effort.

Even if he's drunk and barely clinging to life, if you ask him about structural mechanics, he can still give you the answers.

"This is a manuscript sent by Principal Gao. He said that Professor Zhou can take a look when he wakes up, since Professor Zhou was the one who derived the formulas."

Zhou Yue carefully read through the manuscript. It was a research project that Principal Gao was currently working on, and it wasn't actually that difficult.

He nodded.

"These formulas are indeed easy to derive, and the others are also easy to understand. Perhaps this is the case for all science subjects; you can draw inferences from one instance to another."

"But these formulas are all relatively simple, aren't they?"

Zhou Yue thought about it for a moment and understood the key point. Although these things could indeed help Principal Gao solve his problem, this project was definitely not some kind of profound or confidential matter.

Perhaps Principal Gao just wanted to tease him.

"That old man is quite wicked."

Zhou Yue almost laughed out of anger.

Mechanics are not difficult for him at all; in fact, his skill level may even be among the world's top.

Moreover, because his perspective on mechanics was ahead of its time, perhaps no one in the world could have a clearer understanding of things than him.

after all.

The mechanics of architecture is no simpler than the mechanics of physics.

But this is limited to mechanics.

There's no reason why Principal Gao couldn't derive these formulas; it's just that it's very complicated and takes a long time.

He won't have that burden anymore; when he's drunk, he can derive any formula for you.

He's not afraid of trouble.

Back to the office.

His cell phone vibrated.

"A public reprimand?"

"It seems pretty good?"

Zhou Yue stroked his chin, glanced at Chengfeng sleeping on the bed next to the office, and felt a surge of anger.

"Look, they deducted two hundred yuan from my salary and even gave me a public reprimand."

"Fine, we're even." "But you really can drink!"

He never expected that a typical otaku, a web novelist, could drink so much.

He toasts people every single day.

In addition to those surreal potions, his physique had reached the peak of an ordinary person, and even under such circumstances, he was still able to drink until his consciousness became somewhat blurred.

Of course he didn't know.

During the two years of suppression, Chengfeng spent his days drinking and thinking about how to make the plot more exciting.

They all figured it out from drinking.

The criticism in the notice was very mild, so he didn't think much of it.

The office door was knocked on.

"I made some tea for Teacher Zhou, so he can have some to sober up."

Principal Gao walked in.

Zhou Yue immediately stood up, but Principal Gao waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

"How does it feel to receive a public reprimand and have 200 yuan deducted from your salary?"

"It feels alright, after all, I made a mistake." Zhou Yue smiled and took the teacup from Principal Gao's hand.

"There's nothing I can do. I hope Professor Zhou can understand. After all, if it were an ordinary teacher, this kind of thing would be overlooked. In fact, if there were fewer students in the class, this kind of thing would be overlooked as well. Moreover, for a university professor, this kind of thing is not a big deal at all."

"But Teacher Zhou is different. There were at least three hundred people in the classroom that day!"

"In public, even if I wanted to suppress this matter, it would be quite difficult. Besides, I don't think there's much of a need for it."

"After all, no one is a saint."

"Who can be without fault?"

"Previously, Teacher Zhou's image was too perfect and upright; he was probably just one step away from being a saint."

"What's missing?" Zhou Yue asked with a smile.

"After leaving behind countless legends, they disappeared from academia."

Zhou Yue nodded as well.

Actually, it's quite simple to suppress this matter.

Even now, we can make it seem like this never happened.

But he himself isn't even thinking of doing that now. He'll just let things cool down. It's just one class. Even if it's scheduled, he can just call it over.

This is a very minor stain, not even a stain, and it doesn't affect anything at all.

But he still felt it was necessary to slightly tarnish his saintly image.

We should always leave ourselves some options.

In your twenties, there's no need to be so perfect.

The two men looked at each other.

We think we're on the same page.

Zhou Yue doesn't need a perfect image, and Principal Gao is also going along with it; both of them are cunning old foxes.

Zhou Yue didn't think much of it; it was just a small matter. As for leaving a way out, that wasn't the time to do that.

After taking a sip of strong tea, Principal Gao didn't bring up the matter again, but instead asked, "Professor Zhou seems to have a profound understanding of mechanics?"

Zhou Yue nodded. "Yes, I've read all of Principal Gao's materials. I can understand the mechanics-related ones."

"And it can be deduced."

"There are several paths, which glorious path does Teacher Zhou ultimately intend to take?"

"It's like Brother Lu, taking the path of power."

"We should stick to the university route."

“An academic route is also an option; it would simply mean transferring to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.”

"You can even go into business."

(End of this chapter)