Eternal Burning

Unburnt by Hui Nanque

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[Waste in a wheelchair are not worthy of love. 】

I once had the illusion that Shang Muxiao would be the terminator of this idea...

In the end, he thought so too.

On my side, the old house is on fire, and it can't be burnt out.

On the other side of him, it was just a mental calculation and a joke.

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The human body is a representation of the world, controlled by inner desires. Desire is driven by the will. The will communicates desires through the body and governs our world.

When your world becomes dazzling and shining like never before because of the arrival of a person, you should be alert, it is the fall of will.

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Shang Muxiao x Arabidopsis, cynical college student's new year attack x cold and rational associate professor wheelchair sufferer

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Chapter 1 Do you know whose son he is?

the sixth time.

Schopenhauer believed that people are born unfortunate, the so-called happiness and enjoyment are only temporary cessation of desire, and the main theme of life is pain, emptiness and boredom...

Press the button on the remote control, and the projection screen above the podium will display the corresponding excerpt.

The book The World as Will and Representation writes...

Seventh time.

. . . Desires and struggles are the whole nature of man.

In the corner of the light, the man was still looking at his phone.

In ten minutes, he checked his phone seven times. There was an endless stream of news. There were two times when the phone started vibrating just after I put it on the table. Although it was not a big movement, it was enough to distract me.

When he picked up the phone again, I couldn't bear it anymore, I stopped the lecture, controlled the electric wheelchair to the edge of the podium, and stared at the other person's position with a fixed face.

you……

I raised the laser pointer and pointed exactly to the rightmost table in the third row, near the hallway. The small red dot moved up slowly, and finally stopped at the position of the man behind the table.

Any person with a normal mind who finds himself being shot by an unknown laser will always look up subconsciously to find the source, and the other party is no exception.

The young man in the loose white t frowned and raised his head, with the words I'm not happy, don't mess with me written brightly on his face. When those dark and deep eyes looked over, I even raised a kind of ferocity. Wild shòu staring at the illusion.

He may not be too hungry to hunt right now, but if you dare to keep splashing in front of him, he won't mind dragging you torn to pieces and dragging you back to decorate his nest.

I pursed my lips, turned off the laser pointer, and said coldly: If you have an urgent matter, just go and deal with it. Cell phones are not allowed in my class.

The voice was clearly transmitted through the headset, the other party raised his eyebrows, looked at me for a moment, tucked the phone into his pants pocket, then stood up and walked out the door. Gān was neat and tidy, without making any excuses for himself.

The two people sitting next to him should be his friends. Seeing him leave, they looked at each other, picked up the book, and quickly followed.

The classroom door opened and closed. I stared at the back of the three of them leaving, and unconsciously squeezed the laser pointer in my hand.

There was an eerie and awkward silence in the room, and everyone looked at me nervously, breathing lightly. They should be more shocked than I am that someone dared to challenge my authority in my class.

It is true that there has not been such a warrior in a long time.

Looking back, I said to the teaching assistants in the last row of the classroom: Remember them for truancy.

The back row of the crowd raised a white and tender arm, and Yu Xixi responded loudly: Got it!

Back at the center of the podium, I adjusted the portable mic, I pressed the remote again to continue the previous content, and quickly forgot this episode.

When the class was over and everyone dispersed, I held the lecture notes and was pushed by Yu Xixi to the office.

Brother Bei, did you know that you now have a nickname called 'King Beizhe'? She has a lively personality and doesn't like dullness, which may have something to do with her previous experience as the Minister of Literature and Art. Even if she is only a few hundred meters away, she always wants to liven up the atmosphere.

I often feel that it is a pity for her to be a teaching assistant. She should be an entertainment reporter, so that she can work well.

What's the meaning?

The shadows of the trees swayed on the ground, and it was clearly windy, but it didn't feel any coolness. It's already October, why is it still so hot? At this time last year, everyone started wearing long sleeves.

Nanfa monk, Northern Zhe king. Professor Wang Nan from the Department of Law and you from the Department of Philosophy are also called the two most difficult gods in Qingwan University. The unfolding is - Wang Nan, the bald donkey of the law department; Beijiao, the devil of the philosophy department.

... I thought that no one else noticed that Professor Wang was wearing a wig, but it turned out that everyone was just superficial.

Pretending to be invisible, discussions were heated in private.

Yesterday, I also saw someone tell you about popular science from other departments, saying, Beijing King's class can't be taken, it's very sad, and the homework is very demanding, but if it's for his appearance, it's just as if I didn't say it. Brother Bei, your appearance has withstood the aesthetic test of the students from time to time.