Chapter 112: Professor Huo Would Never Be Mad at a White Radish (3)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
Right after he finished his words, the old village head reproached him, “Don’t buy me a computer! It’s so expensive. What can an old man like me do with it? You can’t dip into your purse since you are rich now! It’s not easy to earn money. Your uncle and auntie told me that your face is as thin as a stick now! If you buy it, I won’t accept it, you hear me?”
"I know.” Yu Qinghuan sniffed and heard the old man nagging about the dry weather this year and there would be a bad harvest and something like that and finally hung up.
As he turned around, he saw that Yu Xinhuan was looking at him with mixed feelings, Yu Qinghuan rubbed the corner of his eyes and asked, “What’s up, ge?”
Yu Xin said, “Now I know why you have turned into such a decent and upright man!”
After Yu Qinghuan became rich, none of his folks tried to scam money from him. On the contrary, after they knew Yu Qinghuan was rich, the first reaction was worrying about Yu Qinghuan’s health!
That 20 million Yu Qinghuan had spent on them was really worth it!
At the same time, Huo Qu was sharing his experience of this phase of the experiment on stage.
It was quite cold these days. He was wearing a long black woolen overcoat, making him look slender and straight, face looking a bit bland. And it was like he had the complicated experiment data at hand. Those listeners’ eyes were beaming. Some even recorded it in case they would miss a single word.
Maybe he felt a little hot, only after the beginning, Huo Qu rolled up his left sleeve, exposing that graceful and luxurious watch.
The academy was full of science geeks, who didn't notice such a detail. They even didn’t look up, only crazily writing down the data with their heads down.
Huo Qu pursed his lips. Then he used his left hand to write down those data and computing methods he had just taught them meticulously and slowly on the blackboard.
Those people below all got excited and took out their smart phones and took pictures of the date on the blackboard. This was the first time professor Huo shared his date with handwriting! In the past he just taught using his mouth and never cared about whether they understood or not.
Their professor Huo really became nicer and nicer! So touching!
It's just... Since when professor Huo has become left-handed?
But talents, you know, it was no surprising that he could use both his hands to write. So they just ignored it and continued focusing on their study.
Huo Qu, “…”
Didn’t those people see he was wearing a watch today? Why no one ask him about i?
But he clearly remembered that last time when Cheng Ya’s father was sharing, someone asked him whether wore his pants inside out, and some even asked whether Chang Ya had a boyfriend!
Was it possible he was not giving enough hint?
Thinking of that, for the very first time Huo Qu asked after his sharing, “You can ask me if you have any question.”
His face was like sculptural, and his body was upright, now when he scanned down those students, he showed kind of unspoken righteous prestige.
And those people who got scanned by his sharp eyes subconsciously quivered. Thinking of those years getting overshadowed by his high IQ, they immediately kept their mouths shut and shook their heads like hell!
"No, no, thank you, Professor Huo!”
"Professor Huo, a very elaborate lecture. We could understand it all!”
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, right. We won’t bother you.”
…
On the stage, Huo Qu's brow furrowed gradually.
Those scientists even dared not breathe with their heads shrunk and shoulders sunk, like some primary students who were afraid of being called the name and answering the question.
"What's the matter with you?" A scientist who had just entered the research institute looked at the others in bewilderment, “Professor Huo is not so scary, OK? Do you really all understand? I think there’s something I don’t understand. I’m gonna ask him.”
"Don't!" When he was about to raise his hand, someone immediately stopped him, “Do you know where the last person who asked professor a question is now?”
That person, “Where?”
"He felt he didn't have enough knowledge to stay in the institute and had resigned to become a university physics teacher."
That person, “!!!”
"So... Better not seek trouble for yourself."
The man shuddered, and at once dropped his eager right hand.
However, Huo Qu, who was paying close attention to the audience, noticed his little gesture at a glance and turned to him hopefully, "Do you have a question?"
He raised his left hand and shook it deliberately, with his words full of hints.
But on hearing him, that guy was like encountering some fierce beast and shook his head like a rattle-drum, “No, no, I don’t have a question at all.”
Huo Qu moved forward, “You can ask me, really.”
That person, “But I really have no question to ask!”
Huo Qu, “…”
He pursed his lips and the scanned those people below from left to right and then from right to left, and suddenly dropped the chalks on the desk and strode out.
The newcomer exclaimed, “Is Professor Huo mad? Why do I have some kind of bad feeling?”
“Are you nuts? Professor Huo has never got mad at anyone! In his eyes, we are just a bunch of white radishes? Will you be mad at a white radish? Since we have no question to ask, of course he would leave.”
“So that’s the case. I got it.
[The author has something to say:
No place to show off? Professor Huo is really mad: QVQ]