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- The ranking of domestic universities is actually only half of the relationship with the strength of teachers, history, and how many talents are produced. The other half is based on the school's background. This background depends on when the university was established, who established it and After that, how many characters came out of the school.
This person does not only refer to talent, but a real big shot. How old can be considered a big shot? It depends on how early this person is. There is no doubt that Tsinghua University and Peking University are the two schools that produce the most leaders. In short, the two schools have the deepest background. Without him, the current leader In ancient times, it can also be called the Son of Heaven. What level of education do you think can be achieved in a place that can cultivate the Son of Heaven?
A century-old prestigious school, an important place in the country!
Cao An rolled over on the ground and screamed, and the century-old fate of the Tsinghua campus was also disturbed. Ordinary people could not detect the subtle changes in Tsinghua, but in a remote corner of Tsinghua, an ordinary sophomore In the building, an old man who was sitting on a rocking chair and reading a book with reading glasses put down the book in his hand at this moment, and then walked to the door, his eyes drifted to the side of the staff dormitory.
After watching for a while, the old man took an umbrella from the house and went out. In the heavy rain, the umbrella held up by the old man only covered a small area above his head. In one scene, the umbrella didn't cover the heavy rain, but the old man didn't get any water on his body.
Walking all the way, the old man has been paying attention to Tsinghua's luck. He found that the luck was just being stirred but there was no other change, but a very faint trace of it converged forward along the road he walked.
Twenty minutes later, the old man walked to the staff dormitory, entered one of the old buildings and went up to the fourth floor. When his footsteps stopped in front of one of the room doors, heart-piercing sounds came from inside. After a little hesitation, the old man reached out and knocked on the door.
"Squeak" Cao Qingguo opened the door, looked at an old man whom he had never met outside in surprise and asked, "Are you"
"Passing by, I heard something moving inside, so come and have a look." The old man looked through Cao Qingguo and landed on the ground behind him.
A young man lying on the ground holding his head seemed to be in great pain, but at the same time, the old man also noticed that a trace of Tsinghua's agitated luck was slowly pouring into the young man's body.
"Oh, my family doesn't know what's wrong with me. My head hurts badly. We can't take him to the hospital under such heavy rain. I'm worried and don't know what to do." Cao Qingguo looked back at Cao An and said with a sad face .
"Let me go and have a look. I just know some medical skills, and see if I can help him find out what's wrong." The old man walked past Cao Qingguo before he could speak.
Cao Qingguo hesitated for a moment, but he didn't take it seriously. The old man still lived in the school at such an old age, so he must be an employee of the school. He must have stayed at the school after retirement to take care of himself.
Cao Qingguo's family of three stared blankly at the old man who walked in. The old man kept his hands behind his back and lowered his head in silence, because he saw a lot of things.
The old man saw the imprint of Xiang Que's eyebrows and Yin Division, saw the heavenly luck contained in Xiang Que's body, also saw the things sealed in his body, and even saw the image of the ten halls of Yan Luo Township tattooed on his body, but But he couldn't see through the young man's fortune-telling.
Immediately, the old man squatted down and stretched out a hand to caress the wound on the top of Cao An's head.
"Um?"
With a soft "poof", the old man's hand was actually bounced back.
The old man was also a little confused, as if he hadn't expected such a situation. What the three members of Cao's family didn't see was that the old man's palm had a cluster of halos wrapping around the hollow on Xiang Que's head.
At this time, the thunder outside the house gradually subsided and the heavy rain stopped. The thunderstorm came and went quickly, and the abnormal reaction of Cao An on the ground was the same. After the thunder gradually left, he also completely stopped, panting heavily. Eyes open blankly.
Cao Haoran and Cao Qingguo helped him up with concern, and the old man next to him said in a low voice, "He's fine, but every time there is a thunderstorm, he will probably get sick again."
"Ah?" Cao Haoran asked a little bewildered: "It happens every time, doesn't it torture people to death?"
"It's not always maybe one day he will suddenly get better." The old man said something vaguely, walked up to Cao An with his hands behind his back, and asked lightly: "The old guy who laid the floor tiles is you?" who"
Cao An twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head and said with extremely confused eyes, "No, I don't know, I don't know."
The old man frowned slightly, and Cao Haoran explained from the side: "My An brother may have some problems with his head, he is quite confused, um maybe sometimes"Be sober, but it's rare, hey, it's a bit silly to put it bluntly"
The old man was stunned when he heard it, and he pointed at Cao Haoran speechlessly and said, "He is a little stupid?"
"Ah, I just giggle every day and can't do anything but eat and laugh. I'm still worried. In the future, what do you think he will do? If we're not here, he won't starve to death."
The old man gave a dry cough, and said with a faint smile: "You don't have to worry about this, his life is hard."
Immediately afterwards, the old man took out another piece of paper, wrote down a phone number, handed it to Cao Qingguo and said, "In the future, if he has any questions, you can call this number, um, if you encounter any problems at school, you can also call this number to find me."
The old man put down the number, turned around and left with his hands behind his back. Before going out, he looked back at Cao An and sighed helplessly.
"This old guydoesn't even say hello"
In the house, the three members of the Cao family were very concerned about Cao Anting. They were really good to Cao An, but they were really afraid that something might happen to him. A family that was not rich at all could not afford a patient.
Cao An raised his head and stared at him cutely. Although he couldn't describe his feelings, he felt that there seemed to be something extra in his body.
"Brother An, you're not only stupid but also a bit stupid. What do you think you're doing by hitting your head on the ground? It's a convulsion." Cao Haoran pointed at him angrily and said, "You're so worried."
"Okay, if it really doesn't work, if he gets sick again, I'll take him to the hospital. Since he is raising him, he should take some responsibility and live a good life." Cao Qingguo then said with a little doubt: "How do I feel?" The old man seems to have seen it somewhere before, he looks familiar."
Cao Haoran's mother also said in surprise: "You too? I thought it looked a little familiar to me. We must have seen this old gentleman before."
"They all live in the same courtyard, maybe we will meet each other while walking, it's normal"
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