There are probably not many people who remember what happened last week, but... there are many who know that my sister is the first goddess of the new medical university.

I sat next to my sister and watched those male and female classmates holding pen and paper, queuing up to get my sister's autograph, and the whole person was not well.

The elder sister tried her best to refuse, but a girl was too persistent, so she signed it, and then... after signing one, there will be a second, and a third...

The old professor who had signed up to teach me a lesson entered the classroom with the textbook, and then slowly dispersed around the students who wanted to sign.

The old professor glanced at us, intentionally or unintentionally, and then coughed softly,

"Okay, let's start class!"

After speaking, he turned around and wrote the word "Zhouyi" on the blackboard behind him with chalk.

"The "Book of Changes" cannot be bypassed from traditional culture. Today we will talk about "The Book of Changes". I believe that when many students hear "The Book of Changes", they will definitely think of sitting under the overpass and wearing sunglasses. Blind fortune teller."

There were short bursts of laughter in the classroom.

The old professor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose,

"Actually, "Book of Changes" is not a feudal superstition, and I believe everyone is familiar with the word 'pinch your fingers and count', so why do the fortune tellers under the overpass pinch their fingers? The notation begins!"

The old gentleman didn't read the book or read the lesson plan, he just stood on the podium and talked with chalk in his hand.

Starting from the origin of "Yao", through the evolution from "Basuo" to "Bagua" to "Bagua", he explained in a scientific way that "Sanyao" is the three elements of an observation!

"The homonym of 'yao' and 'yao' is the meaning of the elements. When King Wen of Zhou deduced the changes, he did not necessarily use the rope at all times. He may also use a small wooden stick, or the knuckles of his fingers..."

I feel that this class is very interesting, but the old professor did not explain in detail whether fate can be counted.

Some things, because of his special status, are not suitable for preaching in the classroom.

"Teacher!" Some students raised their hands.

"Please speak!" The old professor said calmly.

"Fortune-telling is true, will you calculate a person's fate?"

In this era dominated by "Mr. De" and "Mr. Sai", anything that cannot be explained in a scientific way is either called the unsolved mystery of the world, or is labeled as superstition.

As a university professor and senior intellectual, the old professor naturally believed in "Mr. De" and "Mr. Sai".

He looked at the classmate who got up to ask questions, hehehe smiled,

"There is a palm reading, classmate, I don't know what you think!"

"I don't believe it, but my grandma and grandma do!"

"Since the fortune-teller thinks that a person's 'numerology' can be seen from palmistry, does that mean that your 'numerology' itself is in your hands, and since it is already in your hands, you want to make It's not up to you what shape it is!"

The old professor looked at the students sitting under the podium with a half-smile, those youthful faces, as if they were like the rising sun,

"Don't believe what those fortune-tellers said, the teacher sent you a sentence, the efforts five years ago will determine your life today, and the efforts today will determine your life in five years. Think back carefully and see what the teacher said. Does it make sense?"

After the teacher finished speaking, many students below began to silently nod their heads, and my sister beside me couldn't help but nodded slightly.

"Stand at thirty, at forty without confusion, at fifty, and know the destiny. When you reach the age of the teacher, you will find that those 'destinies' that have been passed down as mysterious and mysterious are really not that mysterious."

After listening to the old professor's words, I couldn't help but think of the grandfather of the former Xueba girl, the dean of our college. He said similar things to me when I was a guest at their house.

"Those so-called ups and downs of life, those unpredictable futures and fates, will appear so clear in retrospect. Everything seems to be fixed, but there is no fixed number."

After he finished speaking, the old professor probably felt that he had gone a bit off the mark, so he brought the topic back without hesitation.

Soon, the first class was over. The teacher stood on the podium, flipping the handout gently in his hand, to see what he did not say carefully, and there were those places that needed to be supplemented.

Because the teacher was there, those students who wanted to sign did not dare to come around.

Just as I was talking to my sister in a low voice, I suddenly felt someone poked in the back, so I turned around and found that sitting behind me was a girl with a 'Ping An Jing' hairstyle.

My sister immediately looked at us vigilantly.

"can I help you?"

The girl shyly handed over a notebook together with a straight liquid pen, and asked in a weak voice,

"Can you give me your autograph?"

I gave her a speechless look, and the girl lowered her head in embarrassment.

Reached out and took the notebook, then handed it to my sister,

"Here, I got your autograph!"

My sister stuck out her tongue at me a little embarrassed. After all, just now she suspected that the girl was approaching me again.

Just as my sister reached out to pick up the notebook, the girl behind me suddenly waved her hand and said to me with a somewhat hurried opening,

"No, no, I want your autograph!"

"What? Want my signature?"

I looked at her in surprise, want my autograph? Why do you want my autograph, I'm not the first male **** of the school!

"Um!"

The girl with the Ping An Jing hairstyle nodded shyly,

"Because I heard that you took all the winning photos this time, and I think your photography skills are really good, and I also saw videos of you playing basketball on the Internet, and there are rumors about you in the post bar" The name of the medical university's first boyfriend', so I want to ask you to sign your name!"

After speaking, the girl's face was as red as a burning cloud, and her head was lowered even lower.

After listening to her words, I was actually quite happy, but the first goddess sitting next to me was not happy.

"Goddess" glared at me angrily, and the hand hidden under the table was twisted around my waist.

It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy!

To sign or not to sign? I was a little confused, so I turned my questioning eyes to my sister, who hummed proudly and turned her head away.

Sign it then!

I picked up Bi, opened the title page of the notebook, turned my head and asked the girl behind me,

"What do you want me to sign?"

"Whatever, just sign one name!"

"Then this notebook will be mine!" I smiled slightly, and the words blurted out involuntarily.

My sister's little hand tightened around my waist.

I gritted my teeth, it really hurt a little this time, so I gently shook my leg and touched her, motioning her to tap.

It's boring to just sign a name, let's just write a poem, Li Bai's "No Encounter with Dai Tianshan Taoist Priest".

Because I usually have the habit of practicing calligraphy with hard pen calligraphy, I am still very satisfied with my handwriting in regular script.

"Wow, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

When I returned the notebook, the girl behind me couldn't help sighing. I was floating, but my sister's small hand around my waist pulled me back instantly.

She was lying on the table, staring at me with wide eyes and gritted teeth.