Most of the time, Fang Zhuo is a calm person.
But now that he was being stared at by three to four hundred pairs of eyes, being looked at by the future pillars and flowers of the motherland, he still felt that it was sloppy.
Especially, the camera at the end gave him a fleeting worry about exposure.
The entire multimedia classroom is almost full, and only the first row has room left.
The four people who pushed in the door and walked in near class time bravely sat in the first row under the gaze of students and teachers, leaving only their neat backs.
This was Fang Zhuo's casual suggestion. He casually said, "We don't have company shirts yet, so we should wear white in class." Now, he feels a little regretful.
"Xiao Zhou, you didn't tell me that there are so many people in this big class..." Fang Zhuo couldn't help complaining after sitting down. This went against his philosophy of not fighting an unprepared battle.
Zhou Xin said innocently: "I don't know either, Brother Fang, I've been busy with you recently."
Yo, we can even share the pot.
Fang Zhuo couldn't even turn around when he was sitting in the first row. He could only use his peripheral vision to look at the students in the second and third rows.
"Sitting here..." Yu Hong twisted uneasily and whispered, "Sitting here, there is always a fear of being asked questions by the teacher."
Song Rong, only Song Rong, he didn't say anything, he just opened the notebook with an expressionless face, looking like a good student who is making progress every day.
Upon seeing this, Fang Zhuo praised: "Xiao Song still has a strong psychological quality and is a person who can do great things."
Two minutes later, Song Rong suddenly showed a look of pain on his face. He hurriedly said before the teacher Liang Min came in, "I have a bad stomach, go to the toilet" and disappeared from Fang Zhuo's sight.
This... is okay. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, I can change it when the opportunity arises. It's pretty good.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Teacher Liang Min, wearing a suit, stepped onto the podium in high spirits.
"Good afternoon, classmates, we are having an open class today, but don't be nervous, just treat it as usual."
"The theme of today's computer application course is 'Application Practice and Development of the Internet'."
Liang Min looks to be in his forties, and he feels quite peaceful standing on it.
He pinched a piece of chalk and said gently: "This year, several domestic Internet companies have successfully been listed in the United States. When talking about the application practice of the Internet, we have to mention them, and we have to mention the faster and better development in this area. U.S."
"Computers and the Internet originated abroad. If we want to develop, we must learn from, absorb, and innovate. This is not a shameful thing, but a necessary process."
Liang Min paused and said pointedly: "There are currently some remarks in China that say the Internet will overtake the Internet within a few years. I think that is unrealistic and can easily mislead you, students of related majors. "
"Of course, what I said in class is only my own point of view, based on my own observations and understanding of domestic and foreign affairs. You can just use it as a reference. Don't be superstitious about authority."
Liang Min smiled and glanced across the front row: "Moreover, today we have invited many friends who are already working on Internet projects or are interested in doing so to share their experiences."
The teacher was talking eloquently above, and the students were listening carefully in the audience.
Although today's class is a professional class, it does not talk about any difficult technologies. Instead, Liang Min constantly compares the development of the Internet in foreign countries with that in China.
Speaking in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
This time, Fang Zhuo, who was sitting in the first row, felt much more comfortable.
This is understandable!
Furthermore, this teacher really has something to offer.
For example, he took Google, which was only established two years ago but has grown rapidly, as an example. He believed that there must be a need for similar search engines in China. At present, there are already companies in China to fill the gap in the market.
He concluded that it is also a good entrepreneurial opportunity to learn from mature foreign Internet companies and create local companies in China to fill the gaps.
Fang Zhuo was very impressed.
This kind of thing can be easy for him to say, but experiencing it once and groping blindly are completely different things, and the level of difficulty is not the same.
"Xiao Zhou, how much money can I pay to recruit your teacher to our company?" Fang Zhuo quietly asked Zhou Xin who was listening.
Zhou Xin was stunned for five seconds, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Fang, didn't you say you wanted to ask the teacher about the hospital? Then you can ask together after class."
Fang Zhuo felt a little resentful.
However, it won't cost you anything to ask, what if?
The discussion on the stage continued, and many of the contents were Liang Min's judgment on the future development trend of the domestic Internet.
For about thirty or forty minutes, Liang Min picked up the thermos cup, took a sip of water, raised his hand and gestured to the first row: "There are students from our school working on an Internet medical project in the city. I think it is very interesting. , everyone can listen to their thoughts, this is a very useful reference."
Yu Hong lowered her head and did not raise her eyes at all. She was studying marketing, and today she was just gathering people.
Zhou Xinba remained motionless, his eyes level with each other, as if his future girlfriend was attracted to him under the blackboard.
Fang Zhuo didn't move. The teacher asked the students to play.
"Huh? Come and share it with the junior students." Liang Min put down the cup, a little strange, and fixed his gaze on the first row.
Zhou Xin remained motionless, but his right leg under the table lightly touched the boss.
This guy is just a technical director, a pillar, a top student, just... just waiting for his hair to fall out!
Fang Zhuo made a series of complaints in his heart, and stood up helplessly: "Teacher Liang, I am the initiator of this project. I have little knowledge, so I just want to talk about our team's ideas."
Liang Min was not impressed by the student who spoke, but naturally he would not refuse: "Come on, press the microphone on the stage."
There are microphones in the multimedia classroom, and Liang Min wears a miniature microphone on his waist.
When Fang Zhuo came on stage, many people saw that the student was also wearing something on his waist...a mobile phone and a pocket bag, tsk, he is rich.
"Teachers and classmates, hello everyone, my name is Fang Zhuo."
Fang Zhuo pressed the microphone and stood on the stage, receiving many gazes. His heart seemed to be raised and then lowered slightly.
In just one breath, he quickly discovered something.
There's nothing to be afraid of, nothing to panic about.
There are more people here, but there are no policemen inside, nor Brother Liu who generously donates money, Mr. Chen who endorses the human form, or Sun Yuan who cooperates with each other for mutual benefit... So why should we panic?
He took a deep breath and added the unfinished introduction: "I am the founder and CEO of Guahao.com. I am very happy to be here to talk to you about Internet entrepreneurial projects."
There was a small burst of encouraging applause in the multimedia classroom.
Hu Wenyu, who was sitting in the third row from the bottom, also clapped, but after a while, she suddenly felt that the name of the boy on the stage sounded familiar. She looked forward and tried to make eye contact with her roommate Wei Zhen, who was sitting in the middle.
This seems to be the person my sisters have been talking about lately, right?
Hey, it really looks like a willow tree.