A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 57

After the dumplings came out of the pan, Wen Yu put two plates of dumplings on the coffee table, prepared a vinegar dish and Lou Zhuang's favorite chili oil, washed his hands before sitting down.

He looked at Louzhuang, a little proudly: "Try it and see how it tastes."

The living room was warm, Lou Zhuang replied to a few acquaintances' New Year's Eve greetings, put down her phone and started eating dumplings.

"good."

There was a smile in the young man's eyes.

The host's voice came from the TV. The two finished their dumplings slowly, and then leaned on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Zero o'clock, the arrival of the new year.

Two message alerts sounded, it was the red envelopes they sent to each other for the Spring Festival.

I heard the postscript, wishing——

Every year has today, every year has today.
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The winter vacation is over soon, and colleges and universities start one after another.

Shortly after the start of the school year, the ACNE programming competition began to select for intramural competition.

ACNE is a well-known competition in China, and those who can get the ranking in the competition, many companies will extend olive branches to them after graduation.

Wen Ting easily won No.1 in the school competition.

The provincial competition was in May, and it's only the end of March now. Except for attending classes, Wen Ting just spent time in the library, and even the half-written program was put on hold for the time being.

The students who participated in the competition, Jianwen, gnawed on the books every day, and suddenly felt that the game novels in their hands became hot.

I heard that he is the king of scrolls?
Why can I see him studying everywhere? !
After class that day, Wen Ting packed up his textbooks and planned to leave, but was stopped by the professor who was teaching.

As soon as the professor came up, he explained his purpose: "I heard that you want to contribute to "Computer Times"?"

Wen Ting was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had consulted two or three professors for his thesis a few days ago, and this one in front of him knew it was normal.

He raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and said seriously, "Yes."

The professor rubbed his hands with a very friendly attitude: "Then... when are you going to submit the manuscript?"

Wen Ting gave an approximate time: "Recently, I am preparing for the ACNE provincial competition, and it may have to wait until the next semester."

"Provincial competition." The professor nodded with a smile, "Provincial competition is good, you go all out, the teacher believes that you can do it!"

Wen Ting scratched his head with his fingers, and only smiled. The professor then said, "I have some materials here, you should use them."

As he spoke, he took out a "brick" from his briefcase.

Wen Jing looked at the information on the desktop that was at least one finger wide, and was silent for a while. Is this "some"?
It's enough to carry a murder weapon in your bag.

Wen Ting knew that the professor in front of him had published papers on "Computer Times" many times, and had also studied his papers, so he respected him very much.

But this is not a reason for him to accept these materials for no reason.

Wen Ting coughed: "Professor Zhang, this is what you have worked so hard to sort out, me."

"Hey." Professor Zhang interrupted him, "I like hard-working students the most. If your paper can be published in "Computer Times", it will also bring honor to our school."

Wen Yu finally accepted the information: "Then thank you."

Professor Zhang waved his hand and said "no need" repeatedly, then left the classroom with his textbook and teacup in his hands.

Wen Qin put the materials in his bag, greeted Chu Haiyang and Tan Kangning, and left the school.
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The noisy cicadas gradually fade away, and the cool autumn wind sweeps in.

Fast forward to September.

Lou Zhuang was promoted to junior year, and Wen Zhen also became a sophomore.

Passing by the freshman teaching building with a computer bag in hand, you can see green freshmen everywhere.

Wen Jing only glanced at it and then looked away. The phone vibrated twice, and a specific ringtone rang.

(End of this chapter)