My right eye is a god-level computer

But there are two spoilers arguing loudly.

Those were two teachers who were about fifty years old.

One of them, Brother Liu is quite familiar with, is the T-one area of ​​the brain world, the tricycle god of Sanshan, and the white robe fairy Zhang Weiguo.

He is Zhang Buzai's father, and he told him that he is a professor of philosophy at Renmin University in Haishi.

It's just that at this time, he is already wearing a Chinese tunic suit, without a white beard and long robe, wearing short-sighted glasses, and has well-combed short black hair.

"Zhang Weiguo, I don't agree, why does the dean recommend you to be promoted to a senior teacher?"

"Dan Dingbao, don't yell here, the dean recommended me because I'm excellent, you don't agree?"

"Don't call me Dan Dingbao! That's my nickname when I was a child! I'm a university professor now! I'm 56 years old! You don't want to be close to me, I just don't accept it!"

Brother Liu stopped to watch and smiled playfully.

Zhang Weiguo and his colleagues, who had been young for many years, had a quarrel because of their promotion?

However, Zhang Weiguo is still Zhang Weiguo after all, and he still looks arrogant and even a little owed.

Chapter 1218 He came to reality

"Comrade Dan Dingbao, to be honest, the reason why the dean recommended me is because my academic attainments are far different from before."

"Can you stop calling me Dan Dingbao? Let the students laugh out loud, huh? Comrade Zhang Gousheng!"

However, standing opposite Zhang Weiguo, the angry and flushed old professor was also quite cute.

He pointed to the tip of Zhang Weiguo's nose and said, "Let's talk about professional knowledge. My thesis on "Nicomachean Ethics" was approved by the professors of the entire college. Everyone knows that I am Dan Dingbao, no, I am Ding Ming's academic attainment is higher than yours!"

"Nicomachean ethics?"

"Tsk tsk."

"I understood it 70 years ago."

As Zhang Weiguo said, with a bang, he put down a cardboard box on the table, curled his lips and said, "This is the thesis I submitted to the dean a week ago, take it to open your eyes."

"paper?"

Professor Ding Ming was stunned, "You weigh more than 100 catties, right? You treat me as a junk collector? Can a person write so much material?"

But Zhang Weiguo stared with his hands behind his back, condescending, cold and ruthless, quite like Zhang Weiguo, a fairy in white robes.

Professor Ding Ming was suppressed by this overbearing aura.

Opening the cardboard box with a puzzled expression, he looked through the materials one by one, and then his expression became more astonished, and he kept gasping.

"In-depth analysis of Descartes' Meditations on First Philosophy?"

"Argument from Arthur Schopenhauer's The World as Will and Representation?"

"Wrong idea in Paul Sartre's Being and Nothing?"

"A copy of Zhang Weiguo's "Speaks of Niutustra"? Wasn't this book burned and lost? You can make a copy?"

""Zhang Weiguo's 320 million views on modern philosophy""

"???"

"??"

"?"

"Zhang Weiguo, Zhang Gousheng!"

"How can you write so many papers and still have 320 million views?!"

"Are you still human?"

Professor Ding Ming suddenly collapsed.

This huge box is indeed full of papers, and after a rough look, they are all very rigorous expressions, and there are countless pioneering points of view hidden!

In terms of academics, Zhang Weiguo is completely different from before!

But Zhang Weiguo said righteously: "Dan Dingbao, I have told you 100 times. During my coma, I entered a place called Brain Realm and stayed in it for 300 years!"

"In my spare time, I use the knowledge in my brain to think hard about philosophical viewpoints. I have thought about these papers thousands of times in my mind, breaking through various obstacles, creating various viewpoints, and memorizing them fluently. So after returning, I just printed it out."

"Oh, and the lost book "Speaks Neutustra", I saw its author in the brain world."

After Zhang Weiguo finished speaking, he spread his hands casually.

Professor Ding Ming was paralyzed on the spot.

He sniffled.

I am a professor of philosophy. Although I am not against theism, how do you make me believe it?

Say you're bullshit.

You really did come up with the paper.

Take your word for it?

You kid said that there is a brain world with a conscious body, a nine-story continent, a tower that reaches the sky, and a master of the brain world called Diba...

Ding Ming looked up to the sky and sighed, and was finally speechless.

outside the window.

Across a short green belt, Brother Liu chuckled, shook his head to himself, and continued on his way.

In the stands on the side of the playground.

This girl in sportswear, with short hair, exudes youthful vigor all over her body.

She is 16 years old, the same age as a flower, with exquisite facial features, a pair of clear and bright eyes, and a small nose with dots of freckles on both sides.

A natural and pretty feeling, a perfect beauty.

But at this moment, she propped her chin with both hands, looking at the huge playground boredly.

There are quite a few handsome boys playing football on the court, but she can't spark any interest.

Adolescence is a restless age.

The heart of spring is sprouting.

Every boy and girl has a perfect imaginary object in their hearts.

But it seems that she is not very lucky that Zhang is not there.

The standard of my imaginary object is too high.

Handsome as a god, with a combat prowess against the sky, he is a perfect fusion of male pig feet from various movies, TV, and comics.

Thousands of advantages in one person.

As a result of the absence of Zhang now, looking at all kinds of boys, they are all ordinary people, ordinary, indifferent, without desire, and love to death.

and.

The worst thing is that Brother Liu, who cultivated his own aesthetic standards to become a god-level existence, is still a 'virtual character'.

In reality, it may be a foot-picking uncle.

It is also possible that he is an author of online articles, his waist has been scrapped, his head is greasy, he has racked his brains, and his work is still worthless.

"Hey...whether it's an uncle who picks your feet, or an author of online articles, are you showing your face?"

Zhang Buzai kept his sitting posture, moved his toes, and turned his body to the direction of the sunlight.

She saw the bustling crowd coming from the entrance of the playground, like a group of zombies.

And what they were chasing was a figure against the back of the sun. The sun seemed to be framing his outline, somewhat majestic.

Zhang Buzai narrowed his eyes, "...can't see clearly, the light is too strong."

But seeing that figure, without squinting, he came directly towards him.

"what?"

"Looking for me?"

Zhang Buzai tilted his head.

at last.

That figure seemed to walk out of the light in an instant and came to reality.

Wearing a white shirt, the hair is slightly long, swaying in the wind, and the purple awn in the right eye is shining.

Zhang Buzai's head shifted slightly by an inch, and then his expression completely froze.

But seeing this man smile like a warm spring breeze, "Ha, I didn't expect that your real appearance is exactly the same as that of Brain Realm."

Zhang's absent heart suddenly missed a beat.

Drum thud thud began to dance wildly, and then kept missing more beats.

Yes.

Your real appearance is exactly the same as that of the brain world.

But Zhang was not there, and seemed unable to speak.

She wasn't ready, and she couldn't even imagine that he just walked into reality like this, it was real and not bad at all.

Like a prince in a fairy tale book, he suddenly turned his head, and then the gentleman stretched out his palm.

Zhang Buzai rubbed his eyes.

But Liu Di was already sitting next to him, looking at the playground in front of him very relaxedly, "After sleeping for such a long time, can you still keep up with your studies?"

Zhang Buzai was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, my dad is a professor."

Also, this is not a question you should care about. You should ask me how I am doing, and how long before I reach the legal age of marriage.

The short-haired girl thought to herself.

But seeing the Yan Zhi Gang girl in the distance, she was really like a zombie at this time, her body was twisted, and she was tearing her face and hair with her palms.

"Oh my God!"

"SSS male god, attracted by Zhang Buzai again!"

"Why is it her again!"

"I am better than Zhang Buzai in every aspect, why?!"

Zhang Buzai and Liu Di sat quietly in the stands.

Brother Liu just felt like meeting an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, working next to each other with a tacit understanding.

But Zhang Buzai has been organizing the words, asking for a long time: "What are you doing here?"

Brother Liu said bluntly, "Come to listen to Professor Tao's lecture."

Zhang Buzai exhaled slightly, which was obviously not the answer she wanted to hear.

...

At this moment.

Professor Tao returned to his office, which was transformed from a storage room. There were no windows and no technological equipment. There were only piles of proofreading drafts and various books.

Professor Tao chose this office voluntarily because it is extremely quiet and he can concentrate on research.

Snapped.

Professor Tao turned on the reading lamp on the table, and the bright light illuminated the dark room.

But Professor Tao's complexion was a little pale.

He coughed a few times, but saw a pool of blood coughed up from the palm of his hand.

The old professor shook his head bitterly, taking it for granted, wiped off the blood with a handkerchief, opened the drawer, and found a pile of small medicine bottles.

Just now.

On one wall of the room, a black shadow suddenly flashed.

Professor Tao was slightly taken aback, and looked back, it was just a gray wall covered with his own manuscripts, and there was nothing else.

Including the 15-square-meter office, you can see the whole picture at a glance, and there is nothing, and there is no possibility of a second person.