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Chapter 05 Philosophical Questions How to prove that you are you?
the next day.
The evening self-study of University A is mainly based on professional courses of various majors. The original owner, like Qiao Xi, is an art student.
This point made Qiao Xi's inner anxiety a little more stable.
No matter how his surroundings change after wearing a book, at least the things he is most familiar with have not left him, as long as he picks up a paintbrush, this is still his world.
Walking into the classroom, there is a familiar smell in the air. There are already many classmates sitting in it. Everyone gathers in twos and threes, talking and laughing happily.
The atmosphere was warm and relaxed until Qiao Xi walked into the classroom.
The classmate by the door saw him first, and when he saw him walking into the classroom, he subconsciously called out: "Hey, classmate, did you go to the wrong classroom?"
There are quite a lot of art students in University A, and there are two professional classrooms. It is common for students to go to the wrong classroom.
Qiao Xi raised his eyelids and glanced at the door sign: "This is classroom 407, and the teacher is Teacher Cheng Qu, right?"
This is what he saw in the original owner's account. The class schedule is very detailed, and this hobby is surprisingly equated with Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi likes to do journals very much. When doing journals, he feels that the waves in his heart will calm down, like a stone with sharp water chestnuts sinking into a sea full of tolerance.
The classmate on the opposite side was stunned, and subconsciously nodded.
Qiao Xi also nodded, and smiled at the other party: "Thank you, then I did not go wrong."
The conversation between the two caught the attention of the students behind, and a group of people followed suit, and those who saw the door were also stunned.
Because of the backlight, the boy's good-looking facial features were shrouded in shadows, and his body was covered with a layer of lustrous powder by the evening sun. He was carrying a toolbox in his hand and a drawing board on his back. The slender straps outlined the boy's thin figure.
Who is this, why... a little nice?
"Who is he?"
"It's not from a transfer department, is it?"
"I haven't heard of someone changing departments. Could it be someone who went for plastic surgery?"
There were many discussions, which they thought were low-pitched, but they didn't know that the parties could hear them clearly.
Qiao Xi walked into the classroom without turning his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.
Because it is a professional class, there are a pile of drawing boards in the classroom, and he walked to the last row according to his own habits.
He sat down, and the drawing board he had used for a long time had all kinds of messy colors, and he could no longer see the original appearance.
The drawing board blocked his face, and also blocked the eyes from all directions in the classroom.
Qiao Xi took off the drawing board on his body. There are drawing boards in the professional classrooms, but many students will bring their own drawing boards.
To Qiao Xi, drawing boards and brushes are like the bones and blood of his life, which he loves and cherishes.
Like the good wine that the poet pursues, with the wind and the moon.
Fortunately, the original owner had the same persistence as him. Seeing the well-preserved drawing board in the room, he couldn't hide his inner joy.
Taking off the drawing board on the easel in front of him, the eyes around him gathered again almost instantly.
Qiao Xi lowered his eyes and replaced his drawing board.
The original owner has been showing off makeup since he was in college. University A has always been lenient towards students, so makeup is just a common thing here.
Therefore, it is understandable that the classmates are unfamiliar with his appearance.
It wasn't until the class officially started and the teacher rolled the roll that the class knew who the "new" student they had been guessing for a long time was.
"Qiao xi"
"arrive."
The boy's voice was as clear and gentle as a trickle of water. The "to" caught everyone's attention, including the teacher on the podium.
The university courses are not as intense as those in high school. Cheng Qu has a lot of students, and he doesn't teach this class for a long time. He can only say that many students are familiar to him, but he can't name them.
But he was particularly impressed with this student named Qiao Xi.
A boy with heavy makeup, exaggerated eyeliner, leather jacket and pants, and accessories jingling on his body. He doesn't look like an art student, but more like a rocker.
Not only him, but any teacher who has seen this boy will find it hard to forget.
However, not only this impressed him deeply, but also the other party's love for painting, and he was never absent from professional classes.
Many times after class, the teaching building will be locked, and this student is still in the classroom, painting with ecstasy.
Once upon a time, he was also like this, but life has flattened his love. Many times, he had to put down the paintbrush in his hand for five buckets of rice.
Because of the angle, Cheng Qu could only see the side face of the other party. He glanced at the roster in his hand, and it was true that his name was Qiao Xi.
Cheng Qu frowned, and the students helped him answer that he had seen a lot, but he was very disgusted with this kind of behavior, especially this person was still Qiao Xi...
Cheng Qu stared at the side face of the light and moon, and ordered another name: "qiao xi?"
The very good-looking boy replied again: "Yes."
Cheng Qu frowned, sighed a long time in his heart, and drew an X on the roster with the pen in his hand.
At the same time, after the shock, there were rustling discussions in the classroom.
"Fuck, is this Qiao Xi? That non-mainstream Qiao Xi?"
"It should be... no, it's probably the part-time job that Qiao Xi found, isn't there many such part-time jobs now?"
"Fuck, this part-time job is a bit attractive, do you think it's okay for me to ask him for his contact information?"
"But Qiao Xi doesn't know himself well enough. Looking for such a part-timer to answer for me, I guess Lao Cheng will see through it at a glance."
Qiao Xi himself who was forced to work part-time: "..."
Qiao Xi didn't expect that he just took off his make-up, so why would he be forced to change in front of his classmates.
Could this be the majestic power of makeup, the world's four major sorcerers?
Cheng Qu patted the blackboard to signal for everyone to be quiet.
The voice in the classroom immediately became quieter, but there were still people talking secretly with their hands over their mouths.
Cheng Qu's complexion was a little ugly. He didn't want to say it directly, but everyone in the class could see it. If he didn't say anything, he would look blind.
Cheng Qu: "This 'Qiaoxi', please ask Qiao Xi's parents to call me today."
As soon as these words came out, the class laughed immediately, booing continuously, and someone blew a loud whistle.
Cheng Qu fired a small-eyed throwing knife, which scared the boy to silence immediately, not daring to coax him to death again.
Asking parents to call is more embarrassing to a college student who considers himself an adult than cleaning a toilet for a month.
Qiao Xi was stunned, parents?
If he remembers correctly, the guardian that the original owner filled in in file A seems to be Shen Xiucheng, the big villain who is always there.
Qiao Xi could even imagine the big villain worth tens of billions sitting in the president's office, calling the school with a smirk, saying, teacher, you just bury this villain alive.
Although, it's kind of funny.
Of course, Qiao Xi would not let this kind of thing happen, but he was determined to draw a line with this crazy villain, and go home to inherit his father's ants after graduation.
Qiaoxi stood up and looked straight at the middle-aged man on the podium.
"Master, may I ask why?"
Cheng Qu froze for a moment, why?
He almost laughed angrily, why, this man even asked why?
Cheng Qu stared: "Why, why do you say?"
His voice was not loud, but the anger contained in it was real. It was an indisputable anger towards the students, and it was also because of the accumulated anger that had accumulated over the years.
Qiao Xi looked thoughtfully at the students around him, thinking of their discussion just now.
It seems that the teacher lost his temper because he answered it. Could it be that the teacher thought he answered it for his help?
Thinking of this, Qiao Xi was speechless, unable to believe that such a nonsensical and illogical thing would happen to him.
"Teacher, do you think I'm helping Qiao Xi answer?" Qiao Xi first determined the problem.
Cheng Qu smiled: "You are quite self-aware."
The classroom was quiet and quiet, the air conditioner was blowing air, no one was booing, more than twenty pairs of eyes were staring at the only person standing, and there was a crackling sound in the inner world.
Qiao Xi took something out of his pocket helplessly: "Teacher, I am really Qiaoxi, and I didn't answer for you. Here are my student ID card and ID card."
His palms were up, his ID card and student ID card were spread out on it, and he was not afraid of others looking at him.
"It's pretty well prepared."
Cheng Qu snorted and didn't look at the certificate. He hadn't seen anything when the teacher sat down all these years.
In the past, when he checked people strictly, there were still people who brought passports and real estate certificates to prove their identities.
Asked why it doesnβt look like the person on the ID card, those people are plausible, how can someone look the same as the photo on the ID card?
This kind of thing had never happened to Qiao Xi, he grabbed the corner of his clothes, feeling a bit unspeakable for a strong man.
Today's topic, how to prove that you are yourself?
If this is at the police station, he can say to verify fingerprints, verify irises, blood tests.But this is in school, in the classroom, so it is really unnecessary to do so.
Facing the same questioning eyes from the teacher in the classroom, Qiao Xi finally just let out a long sigh.
Forget it, torturing yourself is worse than torturing the big villain. Anyway, the original owner has already killed so many times, and this time is not bad for him... right?
No, this is a problem left by the original owner, how can it be counted on his head.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xi's waist straightened instantly.
He took out his cell phone and opened his address book. He wanted to call Shen Xiucheng. Compared with the one-on-one shame at home, in front of so many people, he had to be more confident.
In the address book, Shen Xiucheng was still ranked first, Qiao Xi paused, and dialed the phone.
On the podium, Cheng Qu didn't know what the student said he wanted to do, but when he saw him making the phone call like no one else, Cheng Qu frowned.
"Student, it's time for class. If you want to report the news, suggest you do it privately. Don't waste everyone's time."
Qiao Xi raised his eyes with burning eyes: "Aren't you going to sue your parents? I'll call for you."
Cheng Qu: "..."
As the sky was getting darker, the boy stood in front of the drawing board, the incandescent lamp above his head shone on him, behind him was the window, and the hem of his clothes was rolled up by the wind.
He stood casually, with a calm expression on his face, holding the phone in one hand, and tapping the fingers of the other hand on the window sill.
Cheng Qu was shocked, and so was the whole class. With this momentum, who is going to sue the parents.
The phone beeped twice and was quickly connected.
Qiao Xi first heard the man's low voice, like a cool breeze in this bitter summer, and then heard a slightly noisy background sound.
"Another trouble?"
Qiao Xi withdrew his previous appreciation of literary aesthetics. This person is probably some kind of cool plant, such as bamboo shoots. Otherwise, why is it so damaged?
Due to the two days of licking the dog, he subconsciously wanted to say that he missed you.
But with so many eyes watching, Qiaoxiu pursed his lower lip, as if he couldn't speak, he was really ashamed.
Forget it, licking the dog is not bad this time.
Qiao Xi glanced at the teacher on the stage: "I want to ask you a question."
"Huh?" The person on the opposite side responded, with a raised end, obviously a little strange, "you say."
Qiao Xi asked the philosophical question that had troubled him for several minutes: "How to prove that you are yourself?"