The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the old professor on the stage ignored the bell and continued to teach on the podium while writing on the blackboard.
He was worried. Although the students in this class were admitted on a merit-based basis, their foundations were too weak, and the semester started late. He had to seize every minute and every second!
Faced with the teacher's tugging, the students below were not only not impatient, but were eager to absorb knowledge. No one noticed the class teacher standing at the door of the classroom.
Liang Sirong looked at this scene with a smile, feeling relieved and not anxious at all because of the wait.
He had just received a notice from Mr. Jiang, the deputy dean of the School of Music. Although he was a little strange and didn't know why a music professor would ask his students to come by name, but out of respect for Mr. Jiang, he did not
Go ask more questions.
Jingle bell bell!
As the class bell rang, a light cough filled the air.
"Cough! Cough!"
The old professor who was writing furiously on the stage paused for a moment, turned around and saw another old professor speaking softly.
"Old Song, it's my turn!"
Song Mingcheng waved his hand very domineeringly and responded: "Wait a minute, wait until I finish talking about this question."
"Hey!" The other old professor immediately became unhappy when he heard this, pointing to the textbook in his hand and said: "I said Lao Song, you have gone too far. I will not say that you are dragging the class, but you can't take up my class.
, you must know that my course is more important than yours!"
When Song Mingcheng heard this, he immediately acted like a cat with a fried fur. He stopped writing on the blackboard and stopped attending class, and retorted angrily.
"Well, Gao Sihu, today I'm going to argue with you about which one is more important, your material science or my mechanical principles!"
Gao Si puffed his beard and glared angrily, and walked onto the podium in a few steps.
"Okay! Let's argue today!"
The two of them were at odds with each other, neither one convinced the other, and the students in the audience did not dare to breathe. These two professors were both experts, and had participated in many major projects, and it was said that they even had confidential projects.
This is a fight between gods. How can they have the guts to interrupt, not to mention that the two old professors are not incompetent.
Isn't that the same saying? The truth becomes clearer with more debate. With the level of these two high-ranking people, listening to a debate between them will definitely be of great benefit to their future studies.
Song Mingcheng rolled up his sleeves, his attitude not giving in at all, and in an instant he had forgotten that this incident was caused by him dragging the hall.
"Okay! Just come!"
Gao Sihu laughed angrily: "Okay! Can I still be afraid of you?"
Seeing that the situation at the scene was getting more and more intense, Liang Sirong, who had finally waited for the opportunity, immediately stepped in to smooth things over.
"Two professors, two professors, calm down! Calm down!"
"snort!"
"snort!"
The two old professors both snorted coldly. Liang Sirong, a junior, had nothing to do with them.
Liang Sirong showed a trace of helplessness on his face and shook his head with a wry smile. These two were the treasures of the school. Since they didn't buy it, there was nothing he could do.
However, he couldn't do nothing to prevent the matter from getting worse. If anyone got angry, it would be a loss to the country.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Gao, you two, let's see if this can work. This class will be temporarily changed to discussion study. You, the two elders, will explain to the students below what the principles of machinery are, what the essence of materials science is, and what the relationship between the two is.
What’s the relationship?”
After such a disturbance, Song Mingcheng also remembered that he seemed to have done something wrong in this matter, but he had a very tough temper. How could he admit his mistake in front of the students, especially someone like Old Man Gao?
Now it happened that Liang Sirong's words gave him a step down, so he might as well borrow the donkey to get off the slope. Although it was a bit embarrassing to speak first, he still managed to get through half the class, and there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
"Okay, I'll give you Xiaoliang some face."
Gao Sihu glanced at Liang Sirong, looking a little dissatisfied.
Seeing this, Liang Sirong's mind raced and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Gao, do you think this will work? This class was originally yours, but now it has become a discussion class. I will give you an extra class later."
Gao Sihu's eyes lit up. This plan sounded pretty good. He added an extra class, and this class was shared equally with Lao Song. In this way, wouldn't he have one more class than him?
Not bad, not bad!
"Okay, I'll give you a favor and let's arrange it like this, but you have to make arrangements for me as soon as possible."
Liang Sirong stretched out his hand to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, and said: "Definitely! Definitely!"
In this way, the original basic course on materials science turned into a discussion class. The two professors seemed satisfied on the surface, and Liang Sirong couldn't help but secretly give himself a thumbs up.
As for what the students think?
That's not within his scope of consideration.
The students in the audience are eager to use one day as two days. Occasionally during ward rounds, I often see students burning the midnight oil to read, and not just one or two. This phenomenon occurs everywhere.
…………
Jingle bell bell!
An hour later, the bell rang again.
Liang Sirong was present throughout the class. The two old professors were very angry. He did not dare to leave, so he had to stay and host the discussion class.
Liang Sirong secretly glanced at the old professor's face, both of them seemed to have lost their temper.
Plan successful!
Then he looked around again and saw that there were two major classes in succession. There must be students in the audience who had been holding back for a long time, so he spoke.
"get out of class is over!"
The two old professors looked at each other, tilted their heads in perfect agreement, then picked up their books and lecture notes and left the classroom one after another.
They argued for a lesson, but still no one was convinced by the other.
If a result of the debate really comes out, it would be a real surprise. The two of them are academically dissatisfied with each other. This is not just a day or two, it has been like this for decades.
After the two professors left the classroom, Liang Sirong raised his head, looked around the crowd, and then waved to Li Jie.
"Han Chunming! Come out with me!"
After hearing this, Li Jie followed Liang Sirong's footsteps and walked out of the classroom. At the same time, he secretly guessed in his mind and did not understand why Lao Liang was looking for him.
After all, he had done too many things some time ago, and it was impossible to determine which one had gone out of the circle for a while.
It was time for get out of class to end, and there were many students coming and going in the corridor. Liang Sirong was waiting at the door. When he saw Li Jie coming, he stepped forward and said.
"Classmate Han Chunming, Mr. Jiang from the Huaxia Conservatory of Music wants you to go there. The sooner the better!"
Li Jie nodded, so that was what happened.
Liang Sirong couldn't help but be curious when he saw Li Jie looking very calm.
"Do you know why Mr. Jiang is looking for you?"
Li Jie pondered for a moment, thinking that there was no need to hide this matter.