On the podium, Song Yunqing unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then continued to speak gently:
"Some observant students might have noticed that I came to teach today without even bringing a book. As a teacher, itâs obvious at first glance that Iâm not professional, not a good teacher."
Faced with Professor Songâs self-deprecating humor, the students burst into laughter. No one dared to laugh at Professor Song for not bringing a textbook, they were just amused by his humor.
Everyone had a copy of the textbook "C Programming Language and Fundamentals," and without needing to open the first page, there were three very familiar names on the coverâSong Yunqing!
Anyone who stood up to accuse Professor Song of not bringing the textbook would be like showing off oneâs inferior blade in front of Guan Yuâoverestimating their abilities.
"âC Programming Language and Fundamentals,â authored by none other than yours truly."
Song Yunqing chuckled and shook his head as he said, "I wasnât even planning to publish a textbook, but your leaders insisted I do it."
"Just as the book title âC Programming Language and Fundamentalsâ suggests, this book contains only the most basic knowledge. For some of you, thereâs actually no need to read or study this book. As far as I know, some of you have participated in practical projects already, and most of you may have learned C language in high school or even middle school, while only a few might have gotten some basic knowledge from the internet."
Song Yunqing paused, chuckled, and said, "For those students, I believe that after getting the textbook, they would self-study it completely within a week. Trust me, the âC Programming Language and Fundamentalsâ course is really simple, and as for the exam, it would be ridiculously easy for you."
Of course, there was one thing Song Yunqing didnât say, which is that avoiding failing is easy, but getting high scores is challenging. These new college kids donât really think the exams will only cover textbook content, do they?
In other schools, that might be the case, but where are we now? This is Jing University, the highest academic institution in Xia Country, where the nation selects and cultivates its top scientific talents.
In the classroom, Mo Jingchun watched as nobody seemed surprised, feeling a bit isolated. Could it be that he was the only one who had never encountered C language before the college entrance exam?
During the second-year exams, a computer test was indeed required, which included C language questions. However, historically, Mo Jingchunâs school always chose animation production for teaching and exams. As for C language, the first time the computer teacher said, "I donât know it either," during the first class.
Mo Jingchun felt fortunate to have a system, not being a newbie in software development. Otherwise, wouldnât he be the one standing at the very back starting line among everyone here?
Thankfully, he had a system! Now Mo Jingchun wasnât sure if he stood in the first place, but undoubtedly, he was in the first echelon.
Moreover, the codes in Mo Jingchunâs mind were enough to benefit him for a lifetime.
Time always flies when youâre having fun, and 45 minutes passed in the blink of an eye, making you feel like the class had just started.
Ding-a-ling~
"Ten-minute break."
After class, many students stood up and left the classroom. No need to ask, they definitely went to the restroom.
As Mo Jingchun sat somewhat bored, flipping through his textbook, the class monitor, Yang Xiaoyu, surrounded him with 14 girls, leaving Mo Jingchun utterly bewildered.
"Before class, you didnât help Little Candy go to the bathroom, did you? Little Candy wet her pants during class. Quickly give us a diaper, and weâll help her change."
Mo Jingchun scratched his head, "Iâll go instead."
Before Mo Jingchun could get up, a hand grabbed his tote bag.
"Found it! Ladies, weâve got work to do!"
Cradling Candy, Yang Xiaoyu glanced at Mo Jingchun disdainfully, "You go? Would you go to the menâs restroom? Doesnât our Little Candy deserve some privacy?"
"You seem smart; was your brain kicked by a donkey?"
Before Mo Jingchun could refute, Yang Xiaoyu was already dragged out of the classroom by the other girls.
Mo Jingchun shrugged his shoulders, thinking he really wanted to say, "I was planning to switch in the restroom stall. Of course, I care about my sister Candyâs privacy."
After the group of girls left, Mo Jingchun noticed Professor Song Yunqing had appeared beside him at some point.
Song Yunqing smiled kindly, "Young man, are you Mo Jingchun?"
Mo Jingchun quickly stood up and replied with a nod, "Yes, Professor Song."
"Hmm." Song Yunqing nodded his head.
"Come with me to the back." After saying that, he walked towards the back of the tiered classroom with his hands behind his back, while Mo Jingchun followed somewhat nervously.
Mo Jingchun guessed it was about his sister Candy, but he wasnât sure what Professor Song Yunqing meant.
Looking at student Mo Jingchun nervously picking at his nails, Song Yunqing found it both amusing and a bit heart-wrenching.
"That little one just now is your sister, right?"
"Yes, Professor Song."
"The little kid is quite cute and very well-behaved."
Mo Jingchun nodded earnestly, "Yes, Professor Song, my sister rarely cries."
"Alright, no need to worry, I didnât mean to criticize. We have a large Jing University classroom, and we canât accommodate a little kid?"
Song Yunqing patted Mo Jingchunâs shoulder and said sincerely, "Your counselor Li Na is really considerate for you."
"That girl has worried a lot about you. Even before you came to the school, she came here to plead with us one by one."
"Hehe, you should have seen her; that girl almost gave us a lecture on outlining ideological structures."
Mo Jingchun kept his head down, biting his lip, not daring to look up.
"Work hard. If you can impress us, that girl can speak more confidently in the office."
"I will. I definitely will."
After Song Yunqing let Mo Jingchun return to his seat, he walked around the classroom twice, observing what the students were doing during the break.
Back at his seat, it wasnât long before Yang Xiaoyu and the girls came back with Candy. Hmm... a tote bag had appeared on Mo Jingchunâs desk, but as for the little one... as they passed by, the girls didnât even pause.
This is just ridiculous!
Am I, a person named Mo, outwardly a student of Jing University, but in reality a courier?
"Hey, beauty, can I add you on WeChat?"
Yang Xiaoyu furrowed her eyebrows, looking at another male student from a different department who confidently held his phone with the WeChat friend QR code open.
Meanwhile, the eyes of all 30 male students in Mo Jingchunâs class were instantly fixated on that boy. If those eyes could cause harm, he wouldnât know how many times heâd have been sliced.
On the podium, the water-drinking Song Yunqing looked on with a smile.