Because it was still during the holidays, the teaching building was quiet, and no one could be seen in the spacious hall for a long time. There were only a few vending machines huddled alone in different corners of the hall.
Dong Qiangqiang strolled into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor, which was the floor for professors in the Department of Economics. He casually glanced at the nameplate on the inner wall of the elevator, and suddenly realized that the elevator was put into use in 1973. When he was surprised, there was a muffled sound under his feet, and he slowly ascended.
The office area of the faculty of the Department of Economics is located on the dark side of the entire teaching building. The corridor is long and quiet. There is a medium-sized floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor. It is also daytime, so the lights are not turned on in the corridor (Dong Qiangqiang guessed that this may be related to the Germans). environmental awareness). The walls on both sides were painted with paint that couldn't be discerned whether it was dark green or dark blue. Dong Qiangqiang stepped out of the elevator and was still looking at it. The elevator door behind him had quietly closed. The quiet environment, deep corridors, and old elevators made the place in front of him more like an office area in an abandoned factory, but it didn't give people the slightest feeling of a university. Only the clean floor reminded him that this place was not what he imagined. of no man's land.
He followed the map and found the office of the dean of the Department of Economics, but the door was locked. After reading the notice posted next to the door, I learned that students who want to be exempted from classes must first make an appointment with the director's teaching assistant.
It was time to make an appointment again. Dong Qiangqiang looked around with a wry smile. Only then did he notice that there was a hidden corridor next to the window. The entire corridor looked like an upside-down "L". When he walked over, he found an office with an open door.
When he walked to the office, he subconsciously looked at the other person's name on the nameplate by the door, but unexpectedly saw that the other person's name was in Chinese pinyin. He spelled it out subconsciously: "Zheng Chunhua?"
Is the department head’s assistant teaching Chinese? With doubts, Dong Qiangqiang politely knocked on the open door twice, and at the same time curiously looked inside to see if the other person was Chinese.
The office is not big, less than 10 square meters. There are two tall floor-to-ceiling bookshelves placed against the walls on both sides. The bookshelves are filled with books of various thicknesses. There was a man sitting behind the desk, with his left hand on the table. He was bending over and rummaging under the desk, mumbling something. Because of the angle, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't see the other person's face.
"Hello. I am Dong Qiangqiang, an incoming freshman in economics. I would like to make an appointment with Professor Thomas, the dean of the Department of Economics, to talk about exempting classes." Dong Qiangqiang thought about it for a while and chose to state it in German. Because he was not sure whether the other party was a second-generation immigrant, that is, a Chinese-German who could not speak Chinese freely.
The man who was looking for something heard the sound and raised his head from under the table, and a bloodless pale face appeared in front of Dong Qiangqiang. I saw that his forehead was bald, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were gloomy, and there was almost no center between his nose and mouth. His mouth looked particularly high, and his whole face was indescribably awkward. If God really created man, this man must be a failure. Even though Dong Qiangqiang was so brave and suddenly saw this face, he was shaken. He couldn't help but think to himself: If he were to walk through the corridor here at night and see such a face again, why should he be frightened?
But he immediately realized his rudeness: How could I make fun of someone else's appearance? He quickly gathered his thoughts and his expression was a little more serious than when he entered the door.
The other party stared at Dong Qiangqiang for a long time. Dong Qiangqiang reacted immediately and hurriedly slowed down and spoke again in Chinese, adding a special title at the beginning: "Mr. Zheng."
The man was completely unaware of Dong Qiangqiang's overture, and only stretched out his left hand that was supporting the table towards him. To Dong Qiangqiang's expectation, the other person responded to him in German: "Show me your materials."
Hearing that the other party also spoke German, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but was stunned. It wasn't because the other party used the plain language "you" instead of the honorific "you" (Germans usually call each other "you" when they meet for the first time without considering it. The other person’s age), but the other person looks like he is Chinese, so why doesn’t he speak Chinese? Are they really Chinese?
Dong Qiangqiang never liked speaking German in situations where all Chinese people were present (unless there were foreigners present), but he responded quickly: the other party might have to speak German during working hours, so he immediately handed over the prepared materials while continuing to use German added: "My materials are all here."
The man took the materials and flipped through them. Dong Qiangqiang secretly thought: Du Lan asked him not to rush to make an appointment with the professor at the nearest time and try to kill him with one hit. Next Friday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Du Lan still hopes that he After going to Munich for a reunion, he still needs to deal with a lot of things when he returns to Hannover. From this point of view, it would be best if I could make an appointment until the last week of September, so that I can be more prepared.
After thinking carefully, Dong Qiangqiang said: "If possible, I would like to make an appointment with the professor in the last week of September. Can you tell me which days the professor is free that week? I have no problem with it in the morning or afternoon from Monday to Friday..."
The other party lowered his head and said nothing. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't see the expression on his face. Just as he was about to continue talking, the other party suddenly threw his materials on the table.
Only then did Dong Qiangqiang see the expression on the other party's face, which was a somewhat elusive smile.
"Excuse me...is there anything wrong with the materials?" Dong Qiangqiang asked, "Or is the professor's time inappropriate?"
"You cannot be exempted from class in this situation." The other party's tone was very decisive, "We can't make an appointment."
After that, he bent down to find something again and left Dong Qiangqiang there to dry.
Dong Qiangqiang felt unbelievable when he heard the answer that "the class cannot be exempted", because Du Lan, Lao Bai and others all said that they had the opportunity to be exempted from the class, and they were at least qualified to discuss this issue with the professor. Furthermore, can it be avoided that the professor has the final say? Could it be that the professor's teaching assistant can decide this issue?
He remembered that the notice on the professor's door also stated that he had made an appointment with the teaching assistant, but did not say that it was the teaching assistant who decided whether to waive the class. Thinking of this, he insisted: "Regardless of whether I can be exempted from class, I need to make an appointment with Professor Thomas. Please tell me when the professor is free. Thank you. I want to make an appointment."
The other person was pulling under the table, the drawer was opened and closed, and the metal slide rails of the drawer made a harsh scratching sound. However, the man did not answer Dong Qiangqiang's words. It seemed that he did not intend to communicate with Dong Qiangqiang anymore.
Dong Qiangqiang patiently asked again in German, but the other party still ignored him. He didn't expect that he would hit a soft nail, and he was a little angry, but when he thought of Du Lan's previous advice, he endured it again. Just as he was planning to use Chinese to improve relations, he heard a burst of footsteps and voices in the corridor. It's coming in your own direction.
When he said it again in Chinese, the man was still flipping through things and didn't even raise his head when the footsteps entered the room.
Dong Qiangqiang turned his head unconsciously and saw a fiery red figure already standing in front of him.
The person who came was about 1.7 meters tall, with a pair of sparkling eyes hidden in a bright yellow and bright white motorcycle helmet. Under the helmet is a one-piece red motorcycle suit.
Dong Qiangqiang thought that the other party was also here to talk to the teaching assistant about being exempted from classes, so he quickly explained in German: "Hello, I haven't finished it yet. Please wait outside until I finish it before coming in. Thank you." He said "please" gesture.
The visitor glanced at Dong Qiangqiang and said nothing. He walked straight to the table, kicked off the chair with his foot, and at the same time raised his hand to take off his helmet.
A head of jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Before Dong Qiangqiang could speak again, the visitor slammed his helmet on the table and asked, "Wang Yun! Who told you to sit here and rummage around?"
The other party’s Mandarin was not only standard, but also exceptionally sonorous and powerful. Dong Qiangqiang even heard the familiar Erhua pronunciation, but several questions popped up in his mind: Isn’t the person sitting on the chair Zheng Chunhua, the assistant professor of the department dean? Is this the girl who came?
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