"...The final submission time for the final paper is next Friday at 6 p.m. Western Time. If you miss the time, even if it is 6:01, it will not be counted. In addition, I emphasized that I don't want to see any People took advantage of the situation and told me about six o'clock in the afternoon in London."
"besides!"
"Please be sure to pay attention to the specific requirements of the paper. The research questions and research methods must be written out! If you are still unsure, just ask the teaching assistant via email. I will not accept any excuses. Yes, you heard it right, I am scared now Those students, I’m talking about you.”
"Very well, get out of class is over. Also, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"
Rustling.
Rustling.
Class is over. Normally, students would leave the classroom like a flood, leaving only professors and teaching assistants to sort out materials and courseware used in class; but it was different today. The professor packed up his things and strode out first, while the students were left behind. Stay in the lecture theater and chatter.
"...how many pages does the paper require?"
“What about references?”
"Reading list, can anyone share a reading list with me?"
"Wait, professor, are you serious?"
"I heard that the failure rate of this course last semester was 13.6%. It is famous not only in our college but also in the entire school."
"Oh, God! I'm done."
"What should I do? I haven't started yet."
"The Christmas party may be cancelled."
"It's okay. Just pass the exam and retake it next year. Then you can have a good time at the party next week."
"Get out! Fuck you!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
All the students couldn't hold back their emotions and whispered among themselves.
The class just now is the last class of "Journalism and Communication" this semester. The next step is to submit the final paper as the exam content in the first half of the semester, and then usher in the Christmas holiday.
There are no additional paper exams, which is thankfully so.
But the problem is that the requirements for the final paper of this course are very strict. Many of the students are absent from classes during the semester. In addition, members of different sports teams want to cram at this time, and everyone feels the urgency. I feel that even if I want to work hard, I am like a headless fly and don’t know where to start.
The teaching assistant who usually has few people and no one cares about him is now surrounded by a large group of students on three levels inside and three outside. The tight feeling floating in the air is like a tongue of fire licking the surface of the skin; and those outstanding students who have always studied seriously They packed up their things and left the classroom leisurely, obviously having a good idea of the paper.
Gawain also left the classroom with the surging crowd. Before he could take a step forward, a voice calling his name came from behind him. When he turned around, he could see Macdonald standing next to the door.
"Hey, Mike."
Gawain took the initiative to greet Macdonald and gave Macdonald a hug, with a smile in his eyes.
"Why did you finish class early? Didn't you say we would meet directly in the gym?"
MacDonald smiled, "We've ended the final exam early, so I came right over."
"Wow, how was the exam?" Gawain asked with a smile. As he spoke, he and MacDonald followed the crowd out of the teaching building, and walked into the gorgeous sunshine, with a lazy golden halo. You can no longer feel the cold of December, but still have the coolness of autumn and the warmth of spring. Winter in California also has a charming charm.
Macdonald said modestly, "It's okay."
Although MacDonald is of mixed race, his family education environment still continues the traditional Chinese style - even if he tries to become a professional competitive player, he still cannot fall behind in academics, so MacDonald has always been a top student and has excellent academic performance.
"What about you? I just heard at the door that your professor seems to be very strict. Do you have any questions?" MacDonald also asked with concern.
Gawain raised his eyebrows, showing a helpless expression, "Believe me, my mother is scarier than the professor."
Macdonald reacted immediately and laughed happily - two teenagers born in the same culture even high-fived in celebration.
Gawain's words were of course a joke.
In fact, his parents are not the traditional type, otherwise they would not have supported him in continuing to receive tennis training; however, they still maintained some cultural habits. The very act of choosing the NCAA was because they hoped that Gao Wen could have a skill and a diploma. The importance is self-evident.
Gao Wen fully understands his parents' considerations, so even without their parents' requests, he has always been very self-conscious. He never needs to worry about his studies and his performance has always been excellent. Ever since I went to a foreign country to study alone in middle school, I have been strictly self-disciplined over the years.
Once again, Gawain cherishes the time when he can stand on the tennis court again, and he also cherishes the time in the classroom——
Only after working hard in society can I gradually understand why schools are called ivory towers. How precious is the study time when you only have to worry about exams in class, and how simple and pure the relationship between classmates without interests is. Those carefree Time spent thinking is worth a thousand dollars.
Returning to class, in fact, most of the knowledge content has been returned to the teacher. If Gao Wen relies on his current ability to prepare for the final exam, he will probably fail the class.
Fortunately, Gawain has always been self-conscious, and the final papers and topics have been completed early, and they are well prepared before the rebirth comes. This also avoids Gawain's embarrassment of being in a hurry at the last moment.
Therefore, Gawain was able to relax, enjoy the class time and the school atmosphere, and reawaken the familiar knowledge deep in his memory that he thought had disappeared but still existed. Become an interesting landscape.
Whether it is Gawain or Macdonald, they also have a lot in common in terms of study. Although they are in different departments, they often meet to study in the library. In addition to tennis, they also have many intersections in their private lives. This makes the two Individuals quickly become friends.
"Gawain...Gawain..."
Amidst the bustling noise, there was a faint call. The direction of the source could not be determined. Seeing that Gawain and Macdonald showed no sign of stopping, the owner of the voice seemed to be anxious and couldn't help but call out loudly.
"Hey, girl knight!"
Shi Potian's shocking shouts immediately exploded, and the surrounding eyes were cast curiously. There was a bit of scrutiny in their eyes, and they were still chattering in their mouths. The heat wave of the burning gossip fire could be felt in the air, and then , you can see a figure.
To be precise, it should be a girl.
Her long, silky dark brown hair fluttered gently as she ran, her skin was as creamy, and her eyebrows were furrowed. She looked forward to it when she frowned and smiled. The deep outline of her facial features outlined the innate advantages of a mixed-race person. The corners of her mouth raised lightly were like The roses bloom proudly, wantonly and openly.
Step on step, a sprint of acceleration, long hair fluttering, as if you can catch the fragrance of peonies coming from the tips of your hair.
