Yang Yuying asked the senior to leave, walked through the computer room, walked into the elevator through the side door, and went upstairs to the audio-visual room.

As soon as he got off the elevator, Zhou Mingming dragged him directly into the audio and video classroom.

“Come in quickly.”

"Look at these things, where did the keyboard warriors come from? They really dare to say it? They don't even look at who they are talking about!"

Today, Zhou Mingming and the others asked Yang Yuying to come and take advantage of the projector to watch a movie, but before he could watch the movie, Zhou Mingming suddenly found that he had posted a new post on a local forum.

It is said that a strange phenomenon has occurred in the academic circle recently. A student who has not graduated from undergraduate studies has shallow qualifications, but not only joins a project group at a prestigious university, but also bizarrely, after several months of joining the project group, her seniors and sisters all met her in three ways.

In this way, people said they would study abroad, and the exchange student quota was immediately left for her.

She said she couldn't go, it would be fine, the institute was waiting for a seat.

The school ‘borrowed’ the supercomputer, but the old professor hadn’t used it yet, so this one was ranked first.

...

What's so-called upstairs? What's so strange about this? He has been a sensible person since he entered school.

They are all freshmen, and others beg their grandparents to ask for their grandparents. Not to mention going to the institute for internship, they don’t even have the opportunity to visit, but they can pick and choose. If they don’t like this, the other one is still waiting for her.

How many graduate students, even doctoral students, don’t have such treatment.

This person was absent from class and the people in his class almost forgot that there was such a person. When the school selected various awards, celebrities, outstanding student representatives, or something else good, this person was all on the list.

What’s even more outrageous is that others want to compete and take exams, but they don’t need to.

I don’t know who gave her such privileges!

...

Who gave it? Just money!

...

The poster and the idiots upstairs, you can smell the sour smell on your body three hundred miles away. Why do you have these opportunities? You are unsure of paying back the money? What school did she go to? People care about money?

Don’t you know how much contribution this person has made to the school?

How many high-quality papers have been published and how many patents have been applied for? These patents are provided to major research institutes in the school for free, so that the school’s research can save much trouble? Don’t you know?

That one has not graduated from undergraduate studies, but Professor Wang said that if the school does not offer the best conditions to make her stay in school, Professor Wang will immediately pack up and go with his own students wherever he goes.

If you really don’t know anything, don’t embarrass people.

...

Dog licking is everywhere, and dog slaughterers in the world can't be slaughtered even if they are exhausted!

...

Who are you talking about? Am I behind the scenes and can’t understand secret words?

No name was mentioned in the post.

Leaving a message downstairs is also deliberately avoiding it.

But there are some subtexts in it. Anyone who knows a little bit of the inside story knows that this is Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying glanced at him and didn't take it seriously.

In the past two years, there have been countless posts that have been hacked. Not to mention every day, but there are almost a few posts every month.

She was awkward at first, but later she became accustomed to it.

"It's okay before."

Zhou Mingming glanced around mysteriously, "Don't you know about that?"

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows: "What do you think? Only a few of us, can we eavesdrop? If you have anything to say, hurry up."

"I ask you, what are the best futures for our students who graduated from the School of Computer Science?"

Yang Yuying laughed: "That's a lot. We came from school. As long as we are happy, how can we go?"

Although this is a bit big, it is almost the same.

Their school origins are at least three or five steps higher than those of ordinary colleges.

Zhou Mingming sighed: "You still don't know the sufferings of the world."

For ordinary positions and ordinary enterprises, their school diplomas are of course useful, but in some places, they cannot be smoothly entered by a school as a signboard.

"I ask you, Mr. Zhou's Artificial Intelligence Institute, if you want to enter, just relying on our school's graduation certificate, is it okay or not?"

Yang Yuying searched hard in her mind, found several papers, and guessed, and chuckled: "Mr. Zhou? Professor Zhou Yongyao? He is very good. It is a good thing to learn from him."

"It must be a good thing. Everyone knows that if you get into a circle at Mr. Zhou's research institute, it will double your value. Do you think about how many big figures he has produced in his research institute?"

"If you stay in another's research institute, it depends on your luck. However, as long as you follow Mr. Zhou and become a teacher, you can persist, even if you are grinding into a diamond with a lump of elm."

"There is no rumor that Mr. Zhou is doing odd jobs around him for a few years and can become an expert in artificial intelligence."

"Half of the artificial intelligence research in our country is now in his home."

Yang Yuying sat down and listened to Zhou Mingming's whisper for at least twenty minutes, so she simply hummed and used her phone as a party for a while and bowed her head. After listening to Zhou Mingming's words with all his heart, she understood.

Mr. Zhou and Professor Wang have worked together on a project and are recruiting people. Professor Wang is planning to recommend a few of his own students to try it.

Nowadays, many computer schools in famous universities, as well as students from many famous universities abroad, are ready to join Mr. Zhou's research team.

Shuimu has more opportunities than others. The people recommended by Professor Wang are more competitive than others.

Many students in the school think that Professor Wang’s favorite student is not his graduate students, but Yang Yuying.

With Yang Yuying here, this opportunity will not fall on others.

It is also because of this that many seniors and seniors are not very happy.

"It's been three or four months, and many people are so weird. They've been damaging you online and ruining your reputation. This is not a trivial matter, especially now, my old man in my family, everyone says his personality is like a donkey, and he can't get sand in his eyes."

Professor Zhou has an old-fashioned style. He likes talented students, but he values ​​character more. If you look at it, you will never choose Yang Yuying again when you know that she has a bad reputation.

Zhou Mingming felt very uneasy when he thought of this.

"I heard from Wang Yuan that you had a very unhappy relationship with the 'only drinking white water' in Professor Wang's project team? Is it her? She really wants to get the opportunity to join the Zhou Lao's Research Institute."

Yang Yuying blinked. Her only understanding of Mr. Zhou was his monographs and papers. These monographs and papers were ranked in a very good position in Yang Yuying's book list, which was relatively useful.

Zhou Mingming looked solemn: "Our senior sister 'Baikaishui' is not an ordinary person."

"cough."

Wang Yuan winked and glanced at Zhou Mingming hard.

Zhou Mingming was furious: "You are lame?"

Wang Yuan smiled embarrassedly, and looked back from the corner of his eyes.

The door of the audio and video classroom has been opened, and Le Zhengqin and two seniors are standing beside the door.

These look were a bit ugly, especially the girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses, whose face was white, with no blood at all, and her figure was shaky.

Zhou Mingming: “…”

Le Zhengqin blinked: "Zhou Mingming, have you not mentioned human problems before? You learned bad things from Wang Yuan?"

Zhou Mingming's chest was blocked all of a sudden, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but he seemed to be a little inappropriate. He took a deep breath: "I will say the same thing in front of me."

The girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses turned red in her eyes, tears rolled down, and she turned around and ran away. The senior next to her quickly chased her.

Zhou Mingming froze suddenly: "I..."

What did she say? She wanted to say some gossip about the senior sister "Baikaishui", but before she could say it, she could make people break it?

Yang Yuying: "Are you still watching a movie?"

Zhou Mingming: “…Look.”

After reaching out to close the forum, Yang Yuying simply pulled the girls in the dormitory to watch movies together for two hours before returning to the dormitory to rest.

On the second day, Yang Yuying came out of the dormitory and looked up and saw the forsythia swaying by the water, which was so beautiful.

She had just sat down and prepared to draw a few strokes and change her mind when she heard Zhou Mingming quarrel with Wang Yuan on the hillside.

"You spent 13,000 yuan in just half a month? Where did you spend it?"

Zhou Mingming's face turned pale, "I've spent all my living expenses, what should we eat next month?"

Wang Yuan was also a little embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered for a while, "Senior Sister Liu is about to graduate from graduate school, and she is preparing for an interview. You also know that her family is not in good condition, so she always needs to change into serious clothes during this interview, so I will lend her some money first."

"Borrow again, this is the third time, has she paid it back?"

"She's tight on hands recently."

Zhou Mingming was so angry that he shook his head and left: "Break up!"

Wang Yuan: "...you don't feel sympathy at all."

Yang Yuying hid in the painting book, but did not show her head.

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, I saw Zhou Mingming crying loudly.
To be continued...