Chapter 12: Just Because I Drew a Few Pictures?

Daylight spilled over the glass windows, casting fine, fragmented light spots on the stairs.

Footsteps grew denser; the students were like fish released from a sluice gate, swarming inside in a noisy mess.

A faint fragrance drifted into her nose, a black pleated skirt swayed gently, and her fair, tender calves reflected an ivory-like luster.

"Mind moving over?"

Lin Sicheng shifted one seat inward, Xiao Yuzhu sat down accordingly, and a bottle of King of Tea was placed in front of him: "We're even now."

One bottle of beverage in exchange for a meal of small shellfish—not a loss.

He looked at the cola in her hand: "Give me that one!"

"Ah, I noticed all the boys in the class like to drink that kind?"

"Different tastes, I suppose."

Xiao Yuzhu handed the cola to him and asked casually: "What other hobbies do you have?"

"Singing, dancing, rap, and playing basketball."

Lin Sicheng could dance too?

And what on earth was rap?

Just as she was guessing wildly, Lin Sicheng added another sentence: "And girls, pretty girls."

"Hiss~"

"What, you like them too?"

"You're the one who likes them!"

"That's right, just like you."

Xiao Yuzhu rolled her eyes; it was just that they weren't that familiar yet, otherwise she would have definitely given him a punch.

The two of them were not speaking quietly, and the girl in the front row turned her head, her expression looking slightly strange.

They hadn't seen them interacting before, so when did their relationship get so good?

Just as she was feeling puzzled, the classroom suddenly went quiet.

The female professor walked onto the podium with her lecture notes; she was in her early fifties, tall, and elegant in temperament.

But vaguely, there was a hint of sternness between her brows.

The Teaching Assistant connected the laptop, and a few lines of text appeared on the projector: Techno-Archaeology · Archaeological Dating · 2, Uranium-series Isotope Dating.

Key points: ……

Difficult points: ……

Discussion questions: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5……

Lin Sicheng glanced at it and took out a compass and protractor, as if he were going to draw.

"Hey, this is Professor Liu's class, take it easy!"

"I know!"

While saying he knew, Lin Sicheng took out scratch paper and a pencil.

To say he still remembered the written knowledge from his university days would be nonsense, because in his previous life, he hadn't studied properly during university.

But he truly understood it, and he could do it, and he was ahead by a generational gap.

So, listening to it again now, he felt it was very dull, and he might as well do something else.

The professor began to lecture, and he began to draw; with a few "swish-swish" strokes, he first drew the prototype of a Han Tile Pot.

Xiao Yuzhu leaned in to take a look: "What is this, a teapot?"

"Don't get distracted, listen carefully. Techno-Archaeology is a required course, and you have to write a Thesis at the end of the term."

"You don't have to write one?"

"Nonsense!"

Of course he had to write one, but give him an hour, and he could write three.

Xiao Yuzhu curled her lips, and the girl in the front row also curled her lips.

Both of them thought that Lin Sicheng meant he could graduate without writing a Thesis.

Because that was how he had done it before.

The professor continued to lecture, and Lin Sicheng continued to draw, pausing from time to time to recall the patterns and curves of the roof tiles he had bought back.

He could probably mold three, but where would he mold them, and how would he fire them once they were molded?

A small Electric Kiln was essential, and he would also need a pottery wheel. It would be best to assemble a small workshop, which could also be used for Artifact Restoration of ancient porcelain in the future.

But the venue had become a problem again?

Lin Sicheng was multitasking and didn't notice that the movement in the classroom was getting smaller and smaller.

Professor Liu was holding her lecture notes, standing right next to Lin Sicheng.

Xiao Yuzhu's scalp went numb, and she secretly picked up the beverage bottle, but before she could poke him, Professor Liu let out an "Hmm."

It was a questioning sound, very soft, but just that one sound made Xiao Yuzhu jump.

I told you to take it easy, but you just wouldn't listen?

Professor Liu dared to confront even the Dean, let alone the fact that your grandfather had long since retired?

She had already foreseen the scene where Lin Sicheng would be hauled up in a moment and given a thorough dressing-down by Professor Liu.

There were three whole classes in the room, over a hundred people; how embarrassing would that be?

Lin Sicheng was still drawing, and Liu Rong watched him quietly.

All the teachers in the department knew that Lin Sicheng's studies were poor, his foundation courses were poor, and his professional courses were even worse.

But they also knew his relationship with Professor Lin, so as long as he didn't cause trouble or affect other students, the professors basically didn't care.

Liu Rong was the same.

But for a poor student to be studying the knowledge of Major B in the classroom of Major A, and studying it so earnestly—what does this mean to a professor of Major A?

It wouldn't go so far as to be called an insult, but it was indeed a bit excessive, so Professor Liu was truly a little angry.

Just as she was thinking about how to discipline him on behalf of his grandfather, she discovered something was wrong.

What Lin Sicheng was drawing appeared to be a design sketch for a Purple Clay Teapot, and the key point was, it was drawn quite well?

The decorative patterns were unique, the lines were smooth, and the overall style was simple and bright.

Did Professor Lin teach him this?

Suddenly, most of her anger dissipated.

Liu Rong thought for a moment and tapped the table lightly.

Lin Sicheng was still hunched over drawing: "Is class over?"

Over your head?

You're finished, do you even know that?

Xiao Yuzhu didn't dare to make a sound, but she kicked him under the table.

Lin Sicheng realized it belatedly and slowly raised his head.

It's over, was he caught red-handed?

A scolding was likely unavoidable.

He hurriedly stood up and gave a sheepish smile: "Professor Liu, I'm sorry!"

Looking at that face so strikingly similar to Professor Lin's, Liu Rong sighed: "The other students can review, you come with me!"

Huh, she's not scolding him here?

Lin Sicheng was secretly pleased and followed her out quietly.

The classroom suddenly erupted:

"What's up with the 'Nun', where did that momentum go from when she confronted the Dean at the research meeting?"

"Did she have a change of heart?"

"Impossible, have you forgotten the scene last week during the public lecture where she made the second-year graduate Senior Brother cry?"

"Stop arguing, Lin Sicheng's grandfather is Deputy Director Lin!"

"So what, the 'Nun' even dares to confront the Dean?"

"I heard the 'Nun' was one of Professor Lin's first batch of graduate students."

Suddenly, the classroom fell silent again.

After a long while, someone sighed sourly: "Lin Sicheng has such a good life!"

But it's not something you can envy.

Being born into the right family is truly a technical skill.

……

Professor Liu's expression was very serious, but her tone was very calm.

"Do you know that 'Scientific Examination' is a required course and is tested in the graduation thesis?"

"What will you do if you fail, have your grandfather make a call again?"

"But what about the future, can your grandfather protect you for a lifetime?"

"Lin Sicheng, for your sake, Professor Lin has almost exhausted his reputation; can you please let him have some peace of mind?"

It sounded fine at first, but by the end, Lin Sicheng felt more and more that something was off: why did it sound a bit like the tone his mother used when lecturing him?

It must be because of her relationship as a colleague that she felt it was unworthy for his grandfather.

No choice, just listen; this is all a debt owed from a past life.

For a full half-period, he stood there honestly and listened honestly.

In the end, Professor Liu changed the subject: "Are those porcelain teapot sketches you drew taught to you by Professor Lin?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.

The Han Tile Pot originated from the end of the Ming Dynasty, and even within the classification of Purple Clay Teapots, it belongs to the most obscure of obscure shapes.

But most are imitations, imitating the shape of the Han Dynasty cylindrical tiles: straight body, wide mouth, bridge-shaped knob, tile texture, as well as the sense of antiquity, solemnity, and simplicity.

Yet Lin Sicheng used real tiles to piece them together, making the shape even more peculiar and rare. If he said he didn't learn it from his grandfather, others would have to believe it.

In a flash, he nodded.

"It's drawn quite well, which shows you aren't incapable of learning, and certainly not lacking in intuition... How about this..."

Professor Liu pondered for a moment and pointed to the teaching assistant beside her, "Sun isn't busy anyway; from now on, take half a day every weekend and let her give you some guidance..."

After a slight pause, her face stiffened: "I don't teach the other courses, so I can't control those, but if you don't write your graduation thesis for 'Archaeology General Theory' and 'Scientific Examination' well, don't even think about graduating, even if Professor Lin comes to make a call, it won't be of any use..."

Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered: where did this happen in his past life?

Just because he drew a few pictures in her class?