Chapter 46 (47)

Perhaps because this is likely to be the last semester of this life, the classmates and roommates felt very cordial when they met this time. Many of them brought local specialties from home. Everyone gathered together to eat red sausage from Northeast China and drink rice wine from Guangdong. Tearing the roast chicken from Henan and the white steamed bun from northern Shaanxi, I kept swallowing until the middle of the night. In the end, there was only half a bottle of chili sauce left, which was also snatched by the red-eyed Dasaw. In the new semester, the school promulgated a new regulation. Anyone who is deprived of a degree for life because of failing in the exam, if the graduation thesis is excellent, can be considered for a degree as appropriate. According to the analysis of old K: This is likely to be due to the excessive casualties of our class. It was a terrible tragedy, and the school couldn't hold back a little bit of face and couldn't explain it to the Board of Education.

No matter what, this is definitely great news for me, and I have made up my mind: do it well for a semester, and get back my degree and Yang Hong that originally belonged to me! Fortunately, I chose teacher 'Ding Ding' as my thesis tutor. The teacher of 'Ding Ding' is surnamed Ding. He is not tall and his head is not small. It is said that he has few unusual traits and is extremely intelligent. After graduating from Peking University in the 1980s, he went to 'Beautiful Traitors and the States' to drink foreign milk for several years. He is open-minded and has a lot of knowledge. In class, he often uses the prostitute industry as an economic model to discuss in class, and can stir up fun in the class.Of course, there are also quite a number of girls who regard keeping their hymen as the greatest ideal in life, especially the conservatives who are mostly ugly girls, who sneer at her and hate her to the bone, and try their best to expose and report to the officials, which directly leads to Ding Ding's status in the department Miserable, he didn't even have a desk of his own, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it, the public classes he taught were all overcrowded and had to change to a larger classroom, which made him even more energetic and scolded Fang Qiu , carrying a microphone every day with his butt pouted and having to dangle that big head on the podium to make nonsense.Anyway, Ding Ding is still very appetizing to me, especially his exam declaration: "Students, you can move the computer, or you can call your mother. If you don't know how to do it, just write the first sentence for me on the test paper." Poems, or comics, as long as you are related to economics, I welcome them all! Students, we study economics, and we will always open the book!"

Because I was eager to get my degree back, I gritted my teeth and chose a big topic: On the reform of China's financial system after the financial crisis and its future development trend after entering the WTO! In the first week of school, I took the lead and rushed into the library. After flipping through a few thick books in the library, I went to the reserved room to read a few master's and doctoral theses, summarizing After looking at the overall reading situation, I came to a conclusion: This time I am dead!I didn’t know the meaning of so many dense terms, formulas, and theories. After learning from the pain, I decided to make progress step by step. I plunged into the periodical room. Fortunately, at least the periodicals and newspapers here can still be understood.First of all, I read some sports magazines to find out about the current situation of some close friends such as Jordan Tyson and Qi Da Nei. Then I watched the movies. I had a good time introducing the movie reviews and covered it up with a long sigh, gearing up for it, followed by music, domestic and foreign popular rock and classical pop, and I usually read a few literary magazines. Most of the articles were boring but the photos were quite interesting. Interestingly, I found that half of the writers look like scumbags, and the other half are better but also put on airs. Whenever there is a chance, these poor writers will recklessly flatter each other, and lament each other's life in sympathy. At the right time and down and out, at the end we preached together with our arms: Poverty is justified!Almost every day, I am busy with everything like a leader of the Ministry of Culture, and I can only spend less than an hour every day to read economic newspapers and periodicals, even though I spent more time in the library this week than I spent in the four years of college combined. There are many, but my thesis is still indistinct and illusory.

fuck her!It seems that the topic of my dissertation is indeed a big one!