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Professor Wu snorted, "You're acting like it's none of your business. I want to see how long you can last if I don't call you."
No matter what, Li He was on the same side as Professor Wu. God knows how many times Professor Wu had helped him. Hence, the two of them didn't have to hold back anymore. "I'm only in my second year as a lecturer. I don't meet the requirements. I can't do anything even if I want to."
He felt wronged. He was doing it according to the policy. Normally, a lecturer would have to work for five years. Who the hell did he think he was? To be honest, he was already lucky. He became a lecturer right after he graduated, unlike other teachers who were still in the position of teaching assistant.
On the other hand, in his opinion, a professor without a position was just a senior technician.
"Alright, stop wasting time. Hurry up and fill up this form. Then we can apply for the title," Professor Wu said impatiently.
"This is the second host. My ability is limited," Li He said with a guilty conscience.
The first host of the textbook compilation was naturally Professor Wu. Needless to say, Li He was the second host. Li He was a little uneasy. He couldn't accept it. Whether it was qualifications or education, he was far behind.
He wasn't shameless enough to do that. Even if he was a backdoor entrant, there should be a limit.
"You don't understand the meaning of this? This is a national textbook, "Professor Wu asked.
Li He of course understood the meaning. This was a physics textbook. It was a national textbook. Once it was compiled, it would be used by at least one generation. Naturally, it would go down in history.
Moreover, the members of the compilation committee were all physics deans, directors, and professors. He knew the weight of their connections.
The most important thing was that this was more practical. This wasn't just a simple job for a university. It was a political task.
Professor Wu said, "Alright, it's settled then. Your main job is to compile the manuscripts. Do you think I'm asking you to write it?"
Li He still felt that this was a bit of a stretch. "It's not justifiable."
"At least you know your place." Professor Wu smiled and handed him a document. "From now on, you're my research assistant. You just need to go through the procedures at the HR department. That should be enough, right?"
Li He heaved a sigh of relief. This old man really knew how to play with people.
If he had foolishly agreed from the start, the old man would have been able to start taunting him.
"Even though I've finished editing, I don't think I'm qualified to apply for a professional title, right?" Li He couldn't help but ask.
"The soul of Marxism-Leninism is to analyze specific problems. How can you be trapped by rules and regulations? That's a waste of talent. Alright, hurry up and go to the HR department." Professor Wu was basically chasing Li He away.
His words were very clear. The rules of the professional title evaluation were set by people. Regulations were dead, but people were alive. It was equivalent to giving Li He a guarantee. If I said there would be no problem, then there would be no problem.
Li He went to the HR department to go through the procedures. Then, he started to work on the manuscripts.
He was busy every day. The manuscripts came from the editorial committee members of universities all over the country. In order to save time, he even asked a few students to help him run the mail room every day.
Each committee member was responsible for writing chapters in different order. The members had different levels, styles, and languages. Moreover, there was no way to link them together. It was simply a pile of loose sand.
Li He had no choice but to rewrite the outline word by word. At least, he had to maintain a unified style.
He was glad that he was reborn. Otherwise, the work of compiling manuscripts would really be a torture. Relying on his familiarity with the teaching materials of the future, it was quite easy for him to do it.
Even so, it was not easy for him. Without a computer, he had to rely on handwriting. He had to change the manuscripts four times before he could finally print them out with a typewriter.
He also took the initiative to include teaching difficulties in each chapter and after-class chapter exercises. This innovation was also recognized by Professor Wu.
When it was almost summer vacation, Professor Wu said that it was okay. This teaching material was considered completed. Li He was so relaxed that his whole body felt weak.
What was left was the editorial committee's review, which he could not participate in.
He just wanted to have a good sleep, and sleep until the next morning.
When Zha Haisheng came to find him, he closed the dormitory door and said, "Go play with Li Ke, I want to sleep."
After being disturbed by Zha Haisheng, he went back to bed and could not fall asleep again.
It was the school's final exam. Professor Wu knew that Li He was working hard, so he did not let him participate in the invigilation and marking of the papers. Therefore, Li He had an early holiday.
He packed his bag and went home. The house was still quiet, only the chickens and ducks in the cage were making noise.
He took a look. The water in the cage was still clear. It seemed that someone had just changed it. Maybe it was Little Wei, or maybe it was Feng Suiliu.
He had not been back for a long time. The quilt had a musty smell. He had to take it out to dry.
He took out his dirty clothes. He did not know what to do and did not want to move at all. Usually, he only washed his clothes when he was happy.
His laziness and clumsiness were nurtured by the law of progress and waste. In his previous life, Zhang Wanting had spoiled him. Who asked her to marry a good wife who was good at both home and abroad?
No matter how difficult it was outside, when he returned home, he would always receive Zhang Wanting's care and love. He did not know how to do housework at all.
In this life, when he had just been reincarnated, he seemed to be quite diligent. He dealt with eels and repaired electrical appliances.
Why did he become lazy later on?
It seemed that He Fang had nurtured the habit of doing whatever she asked of him. Since he thought of He Fang, he had only seen He Fang once this year. He guessed that He Fang would be back soon.
He wanted to make a cup of tea, but there was no hot water. He knew how to boil water, so he went to the kitchen to start a stove and boil a pot of water.
After drinking a stomach full of tea, he felt hungry and thought about what to eat for lunch.
He really did not know what kind of life he was living.
Feng Suiliu sneaked in. "Brother, you're back."
Li He had been busy recently and had neglected this child. He had wanted to arrange something for him.
"What have you been doing recently?"
"Nothing, just wandering around every day." Feng Suiliu sat on the steps like Li He.
"Did you change the water in the sink?" Li He pointed at the cage in the yard and asked.
"Yes, it was changed not long ago. I just locked the door. I didn't expect you to come back."
"Do you have any dreams?" Li He asked.
Feng Suiliu scratched his head. "I just want to make a lot of money so that my mother and grandmother can live a good life. My mother doesn't have to work so hard."
He was from a single-parent family. He had a grandmother, mother, and a younger sister. His father passed away early.
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