Fairyland, big problem

The old dean responded, the stone sculpture of the Dream God shone slightly, and the commission was completed.

The images of white mist converged to form pieces of academic uniforms and academic hats.

The common dress when taking graduation photos, wearing a black-bottomed bachelor's suit and a formula hat.

The innocent dream of the old dean is to see the students graduate and become useful?

That has to be realized many times, the so-called garden full of peaches and plums.

Friend Handbook, Friend Jewel Starfish Online.

It's been a long time since I saw it, it has been upgraded two levels, and it is currently 23.

Although it is 3 levels lower than the crying mask, the gem starfish evolves to its final form, and the 520 racial value is no joke.

Taking out the red chain, Wen Jiu briefly introduced the situation of the "link" through his thoughts and Gem Starfish.

In the dream lounge, there is a light red chain between the player and the gem starfish.

Wen Jiu's special attack ability value: 6 (+58)

so strong...

The image of Meimeng has been greatly refined, showing the difference in style and color.

Finally, I can see the color change in the usual white dream image.

The colored stripes on the collar of the bachelor’s uniform are of different colors and slightly different styles, which shows that not only the bachelor’s degree, but also the master’s and doctor’s degrees are also available.

Layers upon layers of figures in graduation gowns surrounded the old dean, as if all the graduates brought out in the past returned to bid farewell.

However, what is the dream that this image of a beautiful dream specifically refers to...?

Want to meet former students?

"Mr. Wen?"

After being in a daze for a long time, Professor Zheng called out tentatively.

"Let me ask a question." Wen Jiu turned his gaze back, "The old dean is nearly a hundred years old, is he retiring to the second line or retiring?"

"No, the old dean has been teaching on the front line, and this year he is also leading graduate students. I didn't expect that in the beginning of spring..."

Still leading the students... That is to say, this group of students will not be able to graduate until half a year later, and the instructor has fallen.

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought, and complicated eyes kept coming around.

The young boy didn't talk about any testing methods, it was just playing tricks, and the ward was full of big figures in the academic world, if it wasn't for Professor Zheng's face, he would have kicked him out long ago.

"Professor Zheng, the old dean has an accident, what about the students he leads?" Wen Jiuli ignored the eyes of others and continued to analyze the situation.

"The students of the old dean should have completed their thesis. Finally, let him review and sign it, and then they can participate in the graduation defense."

Unfortunately…

Professor Zheng hesitated to speak, the current situation of the old dean made it impossible to call him up to sign the graduate's thesis.

Graduation is approaching, and it is too late for students to change their supervisors to re-understand the dissertation, and there is a high probability that they will postpone their completion for a period of time and make up a defense.

"Try it." Wen Jiu said suddenly.

"What?"

"Try it, the old dean may hope that his last student will graduate smoothly."

The words were extremely inappropriate, and after a short period of suffocation, everyone's anxiety and doubts were ignited.

"Are you crazy?!" The relatives of the old dean finally couldn't suppress their emotions, "The old man can barely open his eyes and can't speak. You ask him to sign papers one by one?"

Everyone gradually became irritable, and Professor Zheng was a little bit overwhelmed. Fortunately, the environment of the ward is not suitable for noisy...

Taking a step forward, Wen Jiu approached the hospital bed before being blocked.

"Old dean, I'll call the master student you brought here, and bring the paper for you to sign."

The family members and the two teachers were about to step forward to take Wen Jiu away when they suddenly heard a dry tone from the old dean's mouth.

"okay…"

There were only two short syllables light and floating, and they came out through the ventilator mask, but they were very clear and unusual, and the sensation in everyone's minds was no less than that of spring thunder.

"this…"

Everyone hesitated, and now Wen Jiu became arrogant, "Hurry up! The old dean held his breath, hoping that you could understand what he meant.

"

"But the body of the old dean..."

Some people were still stunned, some people had already taken action, and hurriedly dialed to call the four master students brought by the old dean this year.

During this period, the old dean closed his eyes and didn't utter half a syllable, as if he was gathering strength...

"teacher…"

"teacher!"

After a few calls in a hurry, students around the age of 27 or 8 entered and placed them.

The four students held the bound editions of their papers in their hands, and their minds were still in a daze.

They received contact from the professor, saying that they brought their graduation thesis to Changle No. 1 Hospital and signed it for the old director.

I didn't want to understand the situation in my mind, I only knew that the tone of the professor on the phone was beyond doubt.

"Come…"

There was another old and dry voice, and the old dean raised his trembling palm.

The family member hurriedly pressed the direction key next to the bed, and the front half of the bed was raised, forming a state similar to a sofa with a backrest, propping up the old director's upper body.

The portable dining table attached to the side of the hospital bed was laid flat, and the thesis of the first student was laid out carefully.

His sickly palm touched the cover of the thesis, where there was the emblem of Changle University.

The moment he gently stroked the school badge pattern, the old dean had the rigorous and serious temperament of a scientific researcher, as well as the warmth of teaching and educating people.

The state of writing and turning the pages is like him working at his desk on a daily basis. The poignant thing is that the hospital gown and bed are always reminding him that his time is running out.

After the cover, there is a "declaration of originality", signed by the author of the paper, guaranteeing the academic independence of this paper and no misconduct such as plagiarism.

Scroll down, "Academic Authorization Statement" and "Permission for Defense", both of which need to be signed by the tutor and the student.

The old dean waved his hand, and Professor Zheng beside him understood and handed over the carbon water pen.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the vigorous and powerful name is once again dancing on the paper.

The old man who had difficulty opening his eyes was able to sign his name neatly.

The second master student, the third, the fourth...

The last signature slipped down, the nib lost its strength, and the old dean slumped on the raised hospital bed. Even though he was wearing a ventilator, he still had more air and less air.

There is no need to call medical staff, or the medical level of the vast majority of people in the room is higher than that of the doctors in the First Hospital of Changle City, they know that the time is up.

Only then did everyone understand that the old dean had been holding his breath, hoping to send his last batch of graduates away.

It's a pity that no one understood what it meant, and he couldn't express it either.

In the image of a sweet dream, figures in academic uniforms took off their hats.

It is not the joy of throwing off the hat when taking graduation photos, but putting the square-brimmed hat on the abdomen, bowing the head, and silently seeing off the teacher.

drop--

The note of the end of the music of life came from the electrocardiogram.

The mourning sounded, and the white crane went.

After a long time, Wen Jiu outside the corridor heard a call.

"Mr. Wen." Professor Zheng's eyes were swollen, "Thank you very much, otherwise, the old dean would not rest in peace."

He was accompanied by relatives who had lost their temper with Wen Jiu, and they also apologized.

"Mr. Wen, it's because I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, ignorance..."

"Don't be so exaggerated, my means are too much beyond common sense, it's normal not to believe at first sight."

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your understanding." The relative took out the mobile phone from his pocket, "How about the cost, please don't be polite to us."

"I'm not being polite to you guys." Wen Jiu waved his hand, "I can't take anything related to the old dean..."