Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 266
A few seconds after Mo Yu's message was sent, a new message popped up.

"Boss! I will work hard! You will definitely see me at the Nantianmen Project!" [Come on! ]
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Looking at the pictures and messages sent by this person, Mo Yu froze for a moment.

Because in this picture, it is the gate of a university, and this university is Donghai Institute of Technology, where Mo Yu studied.

This is still a student?

"How old are you this year?"

"Freshman!"

"Which major?"

"Mechanical Engineering Automation! I have the same major as you, big brother. I applied to Donghai Institute of Technology because of your technology!"

Seeing this news, the sand sculpture netizens in the chat group were overjoyed.

Meteorological enthusiast: "Friendly reminder, Donghai University of Technology is purely due to the virtues of the ancestors, so there is such a student as the boss!"

Mathematics lover: "Is he actually a classmate of the boss? As a bystander, I would like to interview, are the people in your school under a lot of pressure now?"

Metaphysics lover: "The pressure must be great! Smoke rises from the ancestral grave of the eighth life, and a student like this jumps out. I think their teacher regrets it now!"

Mathematics lover: "That's for sure, with the ability of the boss, at least he can take all the teachers in their department to evaluate a professor!"

Metaphysics lover: "No, others came here for the big brother's fame, and then found that this school is very broken, then it will be fun!"

Weather enthusiast: "Boss, why don't you say a few words?"

"I didn't say anything, it's time to sleep!" After sending a message, Mo Yu threw the phone aside and pulled the quilt over to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, just after washing, the people from the Homeland Defense Bureau brought two people up.

Mo Yu took a look and found that it was an old acquaintance.

The principal and counselor who signed their diploma at the beginning.

"Come on, please take a seat! Long time no see! Director Wang, how do you feel about this group of students?" Mo Yu stepped aside and invited the two of them into the room to chat.

Wang Yu, that is, Mo Yu's mentor, faced the invitation, did not enter the room, but stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, and responded flatly:
"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a day, like three autumns. It's been more than a year since you graduated, which counts as hundreds of autumns!"

"Actually, we came here this time to ask you something!"

Hearing this, Mo Yu looked back at the counselor curiously.

Then I saw the counselor nod his head lightly, "It is true that I need your help. We also know that you are very busy, so we came here boldly."

"Tell me, as long as I can help, I will help!"

After Mo Yu finished speaking, the principal and counselor looked at each other, and then the principal took a step forward.

"I want to ask you to go back to school to hold a symposium, so as to give those freshmen who just came here a lot of blood."

?

Beat chicken blood, why do you want to beat chicken blood?

Seeing the confusion on Mo Yu's face, the headmaster began to explain in a low voice.

"There are a lot of students applying for our school this year, and the teachers in the admissions office didn't know what was going on at the beginning."

"It wasn't until later that you shined that everyone understood why."

"Then, when these freshmen enter the school, they suddenly find that the quality of teaching in the school is just that."

"So...hehe..."

He touched his face in embarrassment. He knew that the student in front of him had such abilities. He should have kicked out the director of the college and let Mo Yu go up.

At least for now, don't worry about money.

Under the expectant eyes of the two, Mo Yu nodded his head, "Okay, it's not a big deal anyway! You can arrange your time."

After getting the exact answer, the principal and counselor turned around and clapped their hands together, "Yeah!"

……

Donghai Institute of Technology, in Donghai City, is a very normal university of science and technology.

High EQ: All colleges and universities are extremely strong in majors and advance hand in hand.

Low emotional intelligence: each major is neither good nor bad, you can't starve to death, and you can't afford to be rich.

And today, at noon, the students who were eating in the cafeteria heard a news.

Their senior, the senior who made Gundam, developed controllable nuclear fusion, and actually solved the chip problem.

I will participate in a symposium held by the school at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I will meet you at that time!

It's at the conference venue, there is no limit to the number of people, and those who don't have classes can go.

Those who have classes can also go, and when the time comes, they will fail the class and solve it by themselves.

Hearing this news suddenly, these young people were a little confused.

Then, they reacted one by one.

There are not many seats in the conference venue, so we must grab a seat!
Even if you don't watch it yourself, you can sell it to other rich brothers for 100 yuan, and 100 yuan can be used as food expenses for several days!

Three or two mouthfuls finished the food in their hands, and these young students scrambled towards the president one by one.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Mo Yu arrived at the conference venue, he found that he had miscalculated the format of the venue.

many people!
After a group of teachers sat down on the rostrum, the people present began to say hello one by one.

The host is a young female teacher, I haven't seen her before, she should be new here.

It was a signal to knock on the microphone. Hearing this sound, the people present also fell silent.

"Today is a special day, we have invited our alumni! Professor Mo Yu!"

"Everyone is welcome!"

clap clap clap!
The female teacher took the lead in applauding, and then there was a flood of applause from the audience.

The applause lasted for a few minutes, the female teacher raised her hands and pressed down, and the applause stopped.

"During this time, the world has changed too fast, but all these changes are because of our Professor Mo Yu!"

"Today, he took time out of his busy schedule to come here. Students present, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!"

"But let me make a request first, you can't ask too boring questions!"

"Don't waste this precious opportunity!"

After finishing the lines prepared in advance, the female teacher Zi nodded lightly at the people on the rostrum, then took a step back, and handed over the scene to the people present.

Under the stage, the young students jumped up and raised their right hands high.

"I come!"

"I have a question!"

"let me!"

In the end, a boy who looked a little immature was selected.

He stood up with joy, stretched out his hand to take the microphone handed over by others, and asked excitedly:

"Senior, I want to ask, what are you doing these things for?"

"For what?" Mo Yu was a little confused, took the microphone, shook his head slightly, and then spoke.

"It's just for a better life tomorrow. After all, human beings have to look forward. If you don't move forward, you will go backwards. It's as simple as that."

"Sometimes, you just have to look forward!"

"If you can't look ahead, look in your wallet, look in the money!"

"Is this a good reason?"

After getting the answer, the young boy nodded his head, and then replied with the microphone.

"The homophonic stalk deducts money!"

"Sorry, I don't like to take money for speeches, and I don't even accept gifts for live broadcasts! Next!"

The microphone in the audience was immediately taken over by a girl. She coughed twice and asked in a straight voice:
"Senior, why don't you make a female-oriented Gundam?"

(End of this chapter)