"Lao Fu, when did you learn how to use connections to hand out notes?" Cao Weimin, the academic director, did not wait for Dean Fu's response, knocked on the door twice symbolically, and strode in.
Then he closed the door gently, speaking in a low voice but full of anger, which contained quite a bit of anger.
"What kind of relationship is this?" Dean Fu said, but his expression and movements were slightly awkward. He is responsible for the discipline work within the school party committee, and his style has always been tough.
If I hadn't developed a love for talents, I wouldn't have impulsively asked Director Cao about his student's change of major.
"I have no relationship with him, and I have no interest entanglements. I walk and sit upright, so what do I have to fear?" Dean Fu's move was indeed selfless, and there was no falsehood in his words.
"Of course I know your character, Fu Deqing, but why do you need to give someone a thumbs up at this juncture?" Director Cao took two steps forward and walked to Dean Fu's office desk, lowering his voice by three points, "You It’s not like you don’t know that in a few months our school secretary will retire and how many people will be watching you!”
Professor Yang is currently the deputy secretary of the school party committee. He is already very old. He almost decided to retire in the autumn a few years ago and will enjoy retirement benefits according to his full-time position.
Although Dean Fu is in principle the most qualified successor, he is significantly younger than the other two contenders, so many people feel that there are still variables in this matter.
There are only so many high-level positions in colleges and universities. If you want to advance, you often have to wait for your seniors to retire. Cao Weimin has known him for a long time, so he is naturally worried about him at this moment.
"They will stare at me if they want. Am I still afraid of them?" Dean Fu's stubborn temper rose again. "Rules are dead, people are alive. Just these few rules for changing majors, aren't they the same as the previous ones? Was it decided in the new year?”
"Does our university want to cultivate good students, or should we just abide by the rules and everyone clears the door, and everything is fine?" Dean Fu said, thinking of some past events, and he felt a little angry. , "Our school is a strong school in electrical engineering, and other majors have always tried their best to switch to electrical. When I taught mathematics, how many of them were willing to study physics?"
"You can't transfer from your freshman year to your sophomore year, you can't transfer from your sophomore year to your junior year, you really can't transfer to postgraduate school. Those who have no choice but to finish their studies will lose all their knowledge when they leave school. There are generally two types of people who come to me to ask questions, either Either you are pretending to get my attention, or you are simply asking for mercy, saying that you want to change your major and hope that I can give you more points in my major course!"
"Nowadays, someone wants to transfer from the top major in our school. First, he does not occupy the spot that others want. Second, it means that he has indeed found a direction that he is good at and interested in."
At this point, Dean Fu's slightly excited mood gradually calmed down, "Actually, in the final analysis, that's what I asked. Even if our school really opens up his choice to him, we may not have the major he wants to go to. "
Hearing this, Director Cao didn't believe it, "What, according to you, this small temple of Yanjing Electric Power cannot accommodate his giant Buddha? How capable can he be as an undergraduate?"
"It's not that he is so talented or smart." With Dean Fu's vision and knowledge, he has seen too many amazing mathematics and science students, not to mention other students in his class. Senior brothers, junior sisters, and even junior junior Han Ci, who came to visit a while ago, all have much better math abilities than Meng Fanqi.
"I have seen many talented students, but many of them are limited to known and familiar areas. They lack vision and foresight when exploring unknown areas. They are blind and unable to see the overall and systematic things. They often get twice the result. And half the effort.”
Dean Fu paused for a moment and stopped talking. Instead, he turned around and picked up the questions and context he had sorted out on his desk. "No matter how much I say, it's better for you to take a closer look yourself."
Director Cao has been in an administrative position for a long time and is a little unfamiliar with the derivation of these formulas. After a long while, he sighed softly and said, "No wonder you admire him so much. It's hard to say what discipline the content of this article belongs to. It can be said that this is a very new field. It may take another four or five years for domestic research to be completed. Only then will there be a mature discipline system and corresponding teaching staff.”
Perhaps he was indeed too rigid, Director Cao had this thought in his mind. Dean Fu asked a very good question before: Is our university aimed at cultivating outstanding students? If so, we must do such things ourselves, and we have unshirkable responsibilities.
Seeing Director Cao's change of attitude and willingness to help, Dean Fu felt relieved for some reason. Director Cao did not relent because of his friendship and relationship with him, but was moved by his academic achievements and insights.
This shows that my vision is still very good! He could actually make this old antique violate his own principles.
"Okay, you can send me the details of this student, and I will check it for you later. If it is convenient, just contact him and see which hospital he can transfer to more conveniently for him to carry out research."
"Come back, come back, I'll send it to your phone right away." Dean Fu laughed loudly, pulling Director Cao out with one hand and patting him hard on the back with the other.
Within a minute of sending the person out, he pulled out Meng Fanqi's student information that he had noted down during the subsequent exchange. The editor sent the good news to Director Cao.
With long nights and many dreams, it would be better to finalize this matter as soon as possible.
But I didn't expect that not long after, Director Cao had already written back, "The student has completed the suspension procedures last week and will be suspended for one year."
"Suspension of school?" Dean Fu was stunned. Didn't this kid still ask questions at school today? What on earth is going on?
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At this moment, Meng Fanqi was walking on the way to the campus express delivery center with another person who had just dropped out of school.
In his previous life, it was actually much later that Tang Juan dropped out of school, left Yanjing Electric Power and moved overseas. Now, under the influence of Meng Fanqi, he dropped out of school much earlier.
He must have been touched by Meng Fanqi who found something to do.
According to the original process, he should have entered a British college in 14 years after a lot of twists and turns. Meng Fanqi saw that he was doing nothing, so he asked him to prepare for the competition together, so that he would make less detours in the future.
Tang Juan's participation solved the funding problem in advance, allowing Meng Fanqi to start preparing a high-configuration computer in advance. In this way, many experiments that were originally inconvenient were no longer an obstacle.
Not long after, the two took away the last batch of DIY host accessories and rushed to the south gate of the campus in large and small boxes. They were very eye-catching when walking on campus.
"I'd say your kid is just not very smart. You placed the order and sent it to the rental house! Why did your father and I become a coolie here?" Meng Fanqi felt very sad and angry. This kid was just lending a helping hand. It's weird to be able to make others angry.
