readsfreenovel Chapter 302 Professor Zhou
Chapter 302 Professor Zhou
Song Huan was stunned for a moment when she heard Xia Rou's thoughts.
Professor Zhou? Professor Zhou from the Computer Science Department.
Some images suddenly flashed through his mind.
I heard this name when I was living a carefree life in Nanjiang in my previous life.
Zhou Qing is an academic star in the Computer Science Department and the chief person in charge of the department's practical training projects.
They are rigid and meticulous, place great importance on academic achievements and the reputation of their departments, and despise college students who "neglect their studies" and engage in business ventures.
However, he holds real power over student internships, practical training, and credit appointments, making him a key figure in the management of faculty resources.
If we can win him over, we'll have everything: teacher support from the food delivery platform, student part-time job recommendations, and even endorsement from the department.
Without saying a word, Song Huan stood up.
Xia Rou was walking towards the back door when he called her from behind.
"Xia Rou".
Xia Rou stopped and turned around.
Song Huan walked up to her, held out her hand, and said, "Give me the documents, I'll deliver them."
Xia Rou was stunned.
She looked at his hand, then at his face.
The expression on his face changed from doubt to vigilance, and then from vigilance to an indescribable complexity.
[Has he suddenly had a change of heart? Or is he just trying to show off again?]
[No, someone like Song Huan who's unusually attentive is definitely suspicious!]
[But Professor Zhou has such a bad temper. If he goes and sees this reckless behavior, he might get a severe scolding. Let's see how he handles it then.]
Xia Rou tucked the documents into her arms and deliberately retorted to him.
"Forget it, let me, the poor class monitor, do this kind of thing. Class monitor, you just take good care of Yueyue."
In the back row, Lin Yue's face flushed slightly, and she stopped writing.
Song Huan looked at Xia Rou, and her tone suddenly changed.
It wasn't the usual cheeky tone; it was something else entirely—serious.
"Xia Rou, I'm the class monitor. It's my job to handle class matters. You've worked hard these past few days, so leave the rest to me."
Xia Rou was taken aback by his serious demeanor.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then realized that she didn't seem to have anything to say.
After hesitating for a moment, I handed over the document.
"Professor Zhou has a bad temper."
She paused for a moment, then said, "Be nicer. There's still a problem with this document. If he yells at you, I can't help you."
Song Huan took the document and said, "Understood."
Xia Rou glanced at him, then turned and left.
Song Huan lowered her head and looked at the stack of documents in her hand.
The top sticky note read "Computer Science Department" and had an exclamation mark next to it.
He watched for a while.
Is Professor Zhou some kind of beast? He's always cursing people.
However, even wild beasts have their weaknesses.
He didn't go to the administration building.
I turned around, left the teaching building, and ran towards the dormitory.
No one was in the dormitory; Zhang Yang and the others were still in the classroom.
He pulled out the stack of documents he had printed the night before from his bag.
It contains a simple project concept for a food delivery platform.
He stuffed the document into Xia Rou's stack of materials and clipped it in.
Then he turned around and ran towards the administration building.
The administration building is located on the east side of the campus. It has six floors, gray and white exterior walls, and signs indicating the offices of each department hang at the entrance.
The corridor was long, and the fluorescent lights were on, making the floor appear white.
Song Huan stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor.
The sign on the door reads "Professor Zhou Qing".
The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.
He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was deep, as if it were being pressed out from the chest cavity.
Song Huan pushed open the door and went in.
The office was small, with two walls lined with bookshelves filled with professional books and journals, and even stacks of books were piled up on the windowsill.
Behind the desk sat a man in his fifties, with gray hair and reading glasses, looking at some documents.
There were two people standing next to him. One was Zhou Jin, wearing his ever-present gray jacket and holding a cup of tea.
The other was a young man in his twenties, wearing glasses, who was probably a graduate student under Zhou Qing, and he was holding a document in his hand.
Song Huan walked to the desk.
"Professor Zhou, I am Song Huan, the class monitor of Computer Science Class 0710. These are the class documents."
He placed Xia Rou's stack of materials on the table.
Zhou Qing didn't even look up. "Just put it there."
Song Huan didn't leave.
He then pulled out his stack of project proposals from his bag and handed them over with both hands.
"Professor Zhou, I have another innovation and entrepreneurship project proposal that I would like to ask for your guidance on. If possible, I would like to leverage the faculty resources of the department to recommend a few students to participate. The project can provide the department with practical results, and the participating students will also receive part-time subsidies."
Zhou Qing finally raised his head.
He took off his reading glasses and glanced at Song Huan.
It's like examining an object of unknown origin that suddenly appeared on your desk.
He reached out and took the stack of proposals.
It wasn't opened.
I placed it directly on the corner of the table, stacked together with the pile of unprocessed documents.
"Your duty as first-year students is to study and conduct research, not to engage in these small-time food delivery businesses."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail driven into a wooden board: "Instead of building a solid foundation, trying to be innovative and start a business like others is just a waste of time."
Song Huan stood still.
Zhou Qing leaned back in his chair. "My students either do scientific research or get into prestigious companies. They can't just follow you around messing things up, delaying their studies and ruining their future."
He paused, then pushed the stack of proposals to the side again.
"Don't use entrepreneurship as an excuse. These things done on campus always end up failing halfway. And don't even think about using departmental resources."
The graduate student next to him had his head down, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Zhou Jin stood to the side, holding a teacup.
After Zhou Qing finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth, his tone neither warm nor cold, as if trying to smooth things over, but every word he said was on Zhou Qing's side.
"Song Huan, the department doesn't support this kind of business entrepreneurship, so don't bother. Focus on your studies; it's not worth it if you fail your courses."
The graduate student also looked up, adjusted his glasses, and spoke with a slightly condescending tone.
"What skills do you need to deliver food? You can just hire a few part-timers. Why bother Professor Zhou? Don't delay our research."
The office fell silent.
The sycamore leaves outside the window clung to the glass, rustling softly in the wind.
Song Huan stood there, her hands hanging at her sides.
There was no argument, nor any outburst of anger.
His expression was calm.
He took the stack of proposals from the corner of the table and put them into his schoolbag.
"Professor Zhou, my project is not a small-scale undertaking, nor will it interfere with students' studies. On the contrary, it will bring tangible benefits to the department and the students."
He zipped up his backpack. "It's okay if you don't agree today. I'll come back to ask you again in a few days."
He turned around, walked out of the office, and closed the door behind him.
The corridor is very long.
Song Huan was not discouraged, but instead began to ponder.
When he was standing in the office just now, he saw the documents spread out on Zhou Qing's desk.
The cover is printed with the words "Application Guidelines for National Undergraduate Innovation and Entrepreneurship Training Program Projects".
A stack of application materials was piled up next to him, some of them were open, and some still had sticky notes attached.
Zhou Qing is probably racking his brains over this issue.
National-level research projects require results, achievements, and the support of student teams.
In Zhou Qing's eyes, his food delivery project was indeed not up to par.
It's not that the project itself is bad; it's that Zhou Qing's mind is completely focused on applying for national-level research projects, leaving no room for anything else.
Song Huan put her hands in her pockets. What does Zhou Qing need?
Research findings, departmental practical achievements, and bonus points for students applying for postgraduate studies.
His food delivery platform can provide all of these.
However, Zhou Qing is unaware of this yet.
But it doesn't matter, I will prove to him that I will get on this giant ship of Nanjiang no matter what.