Run After Showing Off

"Professor Qin, I have a different opinion."

The classroom fell silent for a moment after these words.

Everyone turned their gaze to Qin Ze. Zhang Mingyu raised an eyebrow and looked sideways.

Under the public gaze, the song he had listened to last night suddenly echoed in Qin Ze's mind, a song from the points mall, with lyrics like this: "The quieter you are in the crowd, the more ignored you become. You have to stir up surprises, like suddenly singing aloud..."

In everyone's eyes, was he that clown trying to gain attention?

Qin Ze smiled slightly, shook off Zhao Baliao, who was desperately trying to stop him with a drastic change of expression, and calmly walked to the podium. He walked to the large blackboard composed of four small blackboards, erased all of Old Man's handwriting, picked up a piece of chalk, and, to the astonishment of everyone, including Old Man, he wrote furiously. The handwriting was scribbled, yet fluent. He wrote in Chinese, and some busybodies followed along, reading aloud: "In the hundreds of years when the gold standard dominated the economy, the financial resources of various countries were smooth and even, without great ups and downs, without getting rich overnight, and even less the possibility of a meteoric rise to success. For many restless people, it was undoubtedly an era of despair and hardship... The advent of credit paper money has given more people the opportunity to change their lives and created the possibility of unlimited growth in world wealth. Human life will be completely changed, and life will be full of opportunities... But," Qin Ze paused here, turned his head to glance at Zhang Mingyu, a disdainful contempt at the corner of his mouth, and continued to write: "Deflation and inflation are like a woman's period, greeting the lives of people all over the world from time to time. You may get rich overnight, but you may also lose all your wealth overnight. Yesterday you could buy a car, today you can only buy a loaf of bread. If God takes the time to open his eyes and take a look at the world, he will definitely admire the wisdom of the American government, no, the wisdom of governments all over the world!"

Qin Ze turned around, facing more than two hundred students, and said forcefully: "This excerpt is a satire of the American government and the governments of various countries, praising them on the surface but criticizing them in reality. He is mocking credit paper money as the most ridiculous and shameless lie in the history of human currency. Of course, just like Chinese is broad and profound, a 'dear sister' and a 'dear sister' are not the same thing, and 'liking a younger sister' and 'liking a younger sister' are not the same thing. If you don't have a deep understanding of Russian, you really can't see the author's implied satire."

Zhang Mingyu's face instantly turned gloomy.

A 'dear sister' and a 'dear sister' are not the same thing...

Professor Qin's mouth twitched.

At this moment, the bell rang for the end of class. Qin Ze didn't dare to look at his old man's face. He flicked his finger and, with a stroke of luck, poked the chalk into the chalk box. He clapped his hands and said lightly, "I've written out the translation of the excerpt. Students, just copy it. No need to thank me, please call me Lei Feng."

Being able to read Russian and being able to translate Russian are two completely different things.

In the silence of the hall, he walked out of the classroom with the bell.

Beautiful!

I give myself full marks for this performance!

A knight who kills one person every ten steps and leaves no trace for a thousand miles seems dashing, but is actually afraid of being retaliated against or being caught by soldiers. This is called knowing when to stop and running away after showing off. After Qin Ze walked out of the classroom unhurriedly, he immediately quickened his pace. At the same time, the system's unwavering voice sounded in his mind:

"Main quest, Showing Off in Public, completed! Rewarding the host with two hundred points."

Qin Ze lowered his head and naturally opened the quest interface. This time, unlike Qin Baobao's case, the quest prompt did not disappear after completion. It was still there:

"Main Quest: Showing Off in Public (1/15)"

"This is a series of quests!?" Qin Ze understood.

"According to the host's inner desires, the desire to amaze everyone, to be noticed by the crowd, to be cheered by girls, and to shock the same sex, therefore, this quest is a series of quests."

"Then I'm done for. This kind of inner desire is endless. I won't be able to finish it in my lifetime."

The system didn't respond.

"Qin Ze!" A shout came from behind.

The three guys from Dorm 303 rushed out of the classroom and caught up. Qin Ze stood still.

Li Liang said, "Great God, please accept my knees."

Liu Ziqiang: "How do you know Russian? We didn't even know."

Qin Ze had no advantages in his life, except that he was good at talking and bragging, and he could do it without changing his expression: "Don't you know who my old man is?"

The three guys immediately understood. Not many people in the class knew about the father-son relationship between Professor Qin and Qin Ze, but Qin Ze didn't hide it from his roommates. After all, it wasn't a secret, but there was no need to publicize it. These days, if you randomly grab a student from the student union, they might be related to some leader or teacher in the school.

Professor Qin is a remarkable man proficient in Russian, English, and Japanese, so it's understandable that his son knows a bit of Russian.

Zhao Baliao slapped Qin Ze's shoulder with his fan-like hand, almost knocking him over, "I admire no one but you."

Li Liang was beaming, "You should have seen Zhang Mingyu's face, he looked at you like you were his father's killer."

"That slap was really painful, especially that line: 'Not a deep understanding of Russian...' I finally understand, it's the quiet dogs that bite," Liu Ziqiang said faintly.

The four of them left the teaching building and were about to head to the cafeteria together when Qin Ze's phone buzzed. He took it out and saw a text message: "Wait for me on the second floor of the cafeteria."

The contact name: "Old Man."

Qin Ze calmly put his phone back in his pocket, walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, and waved to his roommates, "My dad's treating me to a meal, you guys go ahead. I'll meet you at the cafeteria entrance later, we'll play some games together."

The second floor was the faculty cafeteria, and the flow of people was significantly less than on the first floor, not too deserted, nor too crowded. The environment was not bad, and more importantly, the food was on a different level. The Old Man was a rather rigid and serious person, and he wouldn't bring his son to improve his meals every other day. He didn't like special treatment. In the past, Qin Ze would shamelessly follow him to freeload.

Qin Ze chose a seat by the window and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the distinguished Old Man slowly walked up to the second floor, scanned the area, and walked towards the food window, smiling and greeting the teachers he knew along the way.

After a while, he sat down opposite Qin Ze with his meal, two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, two bowls of rice, a generous portion, and the presentation was more refined than the student food cooked in bulk.

The Old Man didn't have any rules when eating, nor did he care about "not talking while eating," he just chewed slowly, so he looked particularly elegant. But the Old Man's advantages were not inherited by either of his children. Usually, he and Qin Baobao would hold their rice bowls, lie on the sofa, and eat while watching TV, occasionally fighting over dishes. If this were at home, the Old Man would flip the table.

"When did you learn Russian?" The Old Man held his rice, took a bite, chewed carefully, and asked as if casually.

Here it comes!

Qin Ze lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth, his mind racing, and in the next second, he had thought of the words: "I've been studying for half a year, I usually run to the foreign language department when I have time, to listen to lectures. When I'm not in class, I watch videos at home, learning pronunciation. Russian is actually quite interesting, I like Russian more than English. I'm thinking that after graduation, with our broken undergraduate diploma, there's nothing special, so I'm paving the way for myself early, it's good to have more skills."

Actually, he wanted to say, one hundred points exchanged, instant understanding!

The content of this mission was: "Translate this passage of Russian, and suppress Zhang Mingyu's arrogance, achieving a shocking effect!"

Without mission props, he could only spend points to exchange for "Russian Proficiency." Fortunately, he had a deep understanding of the points mall before, and quickly found the language department, choosing to exchange for intermediate Russian proficiency. And the mission reward was two hundred points, deducting the exchanged points, he only earned one hundred points.

"It's a good thing you have this understanding... what's with the way you're talking?" The Old Man was originally full of relief, but suddenly realized that his son's words were not right. He was the professor in charge of this school that issued the broken diploma.

Qin Ze pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"How's your sister doing lately?"

"She's doing okay, going to work on time every day, watching TV after dinner, playing on the computer, and definitely going to bed before eleven. We go out for a walk on weekends, drink coffee, and occasionally eat hot pot," Qin Ze added in his heart: "And then play games to rank up."

Qin Ze needed to report his sister's situation to the Old Man from time to time. Although his sister was excellent in terms of intelligence, she was too careless in life. At twenty-five, she still couldn't reassure her parents, while Qin Ze was different. He was undoubtedly a failure in intelligence, but he had been a good boy since he was a child, stable and mature, and his parents were very relieved.

"You haven't been home for a month, your mother misses you very much, come back for a meal on the weekend." The Old Man nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Mom wouldn't have arranged another blind date for her, right?" Qin Ze asked tentatively.

His mother was very anxious about Qin Baobao's marriage, especially since the families of her neighbors of decades had all had grandsons and married off their daughters, but Qin Baobao hadn't even brought a boyfriend home. Since her daughter was not up to par, the mother had to pay attention, looking for golden sons-in-law for her daughter from all over the country, and for this reason, she even bought a single-lens reflex camera, specially taking pictures of Qin Baobao, and arranging a blind date every now and then. Qin Baobao was tired of it, and the number of times she went home was getting less and less. The last time she went home was last month.

Qin Ze thought to himself, Mom, if you put this effort on me, your son might even have a baby.

"She should be dating too," the Old Man said.

"No rush, no rush, I don't even have a girlfriend," Qin Ze said sourly.

"She's twenty-five, how can she not be in a hurry? Can you be the same as her? A man is established at thirty, and it's not too late to start a family. But how many years of youth does a woman have? Once a woman is over thirty, she's going downhill, and there's no stopping it. If she wants to marry a good family then, who will still look at you?"

It's as if she's thirty-five, she's only twenty-five, okay? Qin Ze curled his lips, unimpressed.

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

Qin Ze thought about it and figured she probably did. Yesterday, I saw her wearing sexy lingerie... but he didn't dare say that, afraid the Old Man would slap him to death.