Chapter 325
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What? Isn't he here?
Professor Martin looked up at the direction of the voice. Why does he look so different from his photo? Columbia is a place that promotes itself. Is it appropriate for you to dress up like this?
If Qin Guan knew about this, he would have protested loudly. I'm a student, not an actor. All the students seem to be in a hurry. If I make myself known, I'll just make myself look bad.
Professor Martin didn't have time to think. He began his opening remarks to the freshmen, "When you stroll along the tree-lined path by the Hudson River, you will be accompanied by a two-term president of the United States and 97 Nobel Prize winners."
"What a beautiful sentence! However, as your future tutor, I'm going to hit you hard on the head."
"Wake up, students. If this scene really comes true, then we'll be seeing a ghost. If anyone can still stand calmly by the river, I'll have to praise him for his fearlessness."
"Cut the crap. There are only two possibilities for you to have the time to dream after entering the Economics School of Columbia University. One is that you will definitely fail the exam and give up on yourself. The other is that you are the king of geniuses and can easily complete the homework I assign to you."
"Of course, you can do the first one, but you can't do the second one in my class. Today, we're going to talk about the power of Columbia's financial system …"
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Martin started his first lecture with flowers blooming outside the window and cicadas chirping. As a straight-A student, Qin Guan was fascinated by him.
When the bell rang, Qin Guan came back to his senses. He was about to leave the classroom with his books, but he noticed that none of the seniors had left their seats.
"Alright, since class is over, let's start with today's homework … It's about the three core views of Columbia's financial system …"
What? Homework? Are you kidding me?
Qin Guan, who hadn't done homework for many years, was shocked. Although he had published many papers, he had rarely done homework in class.
Some freshmen also heard the professor's words and took notes.
"Okay. Send it to my email before class tomorrow. Dismissed!"
Qin Guan spat out a mouthful of blood as he looked at the questions in his hands. I have to do this tomorrow?
Qin Guan was reminded of his lovely senior year in high school.
There was no other Asian student in the class, so the boy with the thick bottle took the initiative to answer Qin Guan's questions.
"If you're a freshman, you won't be used to studying at Columbia University. There is a saying that goes, 'Studying at Columbia is like taking drugs. You can't stop taking them. There is not much homework today. I've been through worse. "
Kuhn, who was at the side, raised his eyebrows. How could Xu Xiaoxiao, who couldn't be beaten with a stick, take the initiative to speak? If he hadn't taken care of him at Columbia University, he would have cried eight times a day.
Qin Guan smiled at the honest-looking boy. "Thank you. I'm Qin Guan. I'm from China."
Then he stretched out his slender white hand. Xu was stunned. He shook it gently. "I'm Xu Xiaoxiao, an American Chinese. I live in Manhattan."
"Are you ready, Xu? I'm going to Roche Square to play football in a while. Are you coming … "Kuhn was a little impatient with his dawdling and was about to walk out of the door.
"I'll be right there. Wait for me..." Xu Xiaoxiao looked at his new classmate with regret. He picked up his bag and followed Kuhn out of the classroom in a hurry.
Qin Guan looked at his watch. He had an elective course in the afternoon. He had to make do with it.
The desks were cleaned up. The campus was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning of the semester.
Students were walking around in a hurry. The campus, which was supposed to have a strong academic atmosphere, was more pragmatic than usual. All the students were planning for their future careers.
Qin Guan walked out of the campus and sat in the corridor outside the library, looking into the distance like a statue. Cong Nianwei was walking up to him in a hurry with textbooks in her arms. Qin Guan felt warm in his heart.
"How's the course? Do you like it? ... "
"Yes, it's different from ours. We can use it as a reference."
The two of them were discussing their situation on the shaky bus. When they turned their heads, they realized that they had already passed the bus stop.
"Chinatown is just ahead. Would you like to have some local food before taking the bus back?"
"Sure. We haven't had a good time yet. Let's get off the bus on Broadway."
Hand in hand, they swayed. Manhattan was like a city in China. They felt like they had gone through a portal and returned to the most familiar place.
"Let's do it here. Red lacquer beams and carvings. It's historical and cultural. "
Qin Guan pointed at the carved beams and painted rafters with red lanterns hanging high above.
"Sure." Just like that, the two of them entered the door of the Chinese restaurant hand in hand.
"Pu!" Wide plastic curtains hung down one after another. This was an imitation of the bead curtains in the boudoir of ancient times. Although it was a little ugly, it was quite useful in blocking flies in the summer.
They entered the restaurant and found that it was a completely different world. The owner must have been rich, but he didn't know much about China's culture.
He had mixed too many China elements, which made the restaurant lose its original flavor.
The Americans didn't know that though. They just felt that it was too China. They had never seen anything like it.
There was a one-meter-high Peking Opera stage in the middle. It was like a stage in Brazilian and Russian restaurants. It was a stage for Peking Opera performances.
It felt as if he had entered a restaurant in a big mansion in China or a small theater in Deyun Society. It was just as bright and bright.
Several plates of steaming dumplings were served. They wanted to eat something else, but the Americans were eating Kung Pao Chicken and Yuxiang Shredded Pork. They didn't feel like China at all.
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