Chapter 1239 I Help the Gods Prevent Hair Loss 48

Dempsey, the gentleman in charge, came to his senses and realized it was Bentley.

Bentley looked at him with a grin and a gossipy look on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense." Demps looked away uncomfortably and, taking advantage of the height difference, ruffled Bentley's hair.

Bentley screamed and almost jumped up. He covered his head and looked at Dempsey in horror.

"My hair is provoking you!"

God knows how scared he has been lately, worrying that he really is the bald second generation that Dr. Bai mentioned.

Dempsey turned and walked away.

"Hey, hey, hey! Leader! Don't go!"

Dempsey stopped and looked back impatiently.

"What are you doing again?"

Bentley chuckled and moved closer.

"Boss, you've been busy at work lately, and you've been nowhere to be seen after get off work. It's so hard for me to find you."

Demps frowned, "What do you want from me?"

If he remembered correctly, Bentley always took a detour when he saw him before.

Now you're actually looking for him?

Bentley took out a stack of information from the space, handed it to Demps like a treasure, and deliberately dubbed it in an exaggerated tone:

“Ding, ding, ding, ding!”

Dempsey looked puzzled. He took the information and looked down.

It’s actually a thesis?

He looked at Bentley in confusion, "What is this?"

Bentley cleared his throat and scratched his head sheepishly.

“Well, Boss, I’m considering going to graduate school to further my studies.

"This is the first draft of my paper. I want to show it to you. Can you spare some time to help me check it and see if it has any hope?"

Dempsey was stunned.

Did he hear it correctly?

Bentley, the lazy prince whose family owns a mine, actually wants to pursue a master's degree?

Dempsey flipped through the paper with a skeptical look.

The paper was a little wrinkled and the corners were slightly curled up, which showed how careless the owner was.

However, the content is well written.

Dempsey was a little surprised.

It seems that Bentley has been going to Internet cafes frequently during this period and has really learned a lot.

He raised his head and looked at Bentley with complicated eyes.

"Which school do you want to apply to?"

Bentley chuckled, his tone containing a hint of excitement and trepidation.

"The first university in the Union! Besides, I want to be Professor Octopus' student!"

"..."

Demps almost choked.

Is this guy Bentley serious?

Professor Octopus is one of the top scholars in the alliance and a leading figure in the academic world.

Becoming his student is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

The corners of Demps' mouth twitched, and his tone was cold: "It's just a fool's dream."

Bentley immediately pouted his lips into Donald Duck's.

"Boss, please don't discourage me. I finally mustered up the courage."

Demps rolled his eyes and said, "Don't think that just because you attended a few classes in the internet cafe, you have a chance to be accepted as a disciple by Professor Octopus."

Bentley was anxious.

"I know, I know, but...what if?"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"In the Internet cafe, the professor praised me several times for my intelligence..."

Dempsey was amused by Bentley's cheekiness.

He said words to attack Bentley, but his hands honestly put away the paper.

"Leave the paper here first. I'll go back and take a look. I'll tell you how to revise it later."

Bentley's eyes lit up and he looked at Dempsey in surprise.

"Really? Boss, you want to help me revise my paper?"

Dempsey glared at him unhappily.

"What else? Are you really going to run into a wall with this piece of stuff full of loopholes?"

Bentley was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and his playful smile returned to his face.

"I knew you were the best to me, Boss!"

Demps: “……???”

Bentley added, remembering something.

"My dad is right, you are a good teacher!"

Dempsey turned his head away, not wanting to look at Bentley's face again.

You two are really enough...

Saying these cheesy words all day long.

It made him want to devote himself to his work until his death...

Bentley saw Demps's strange expression and was a little confused.

"Boss? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Demps took a deep breath and tried to keep a straight face.

"fine."

In the afternoon, customized sunlight pours in from the simulated windows, giving one of the capsule offices in use a warm golden hue.

Professor Octopus sat in a movable office chair, suspended in mid-air.

In front of him was a spherical shadow with a diameter of two meters, on which countless data and scene fragments flashed continuously.

If anyone has been to a virtual Internet cafe, they will find that this "ball" is a smaller version of the "arc display" in the virtual dimension of the Internet cafe.

The two visiting guests were staring at the sphere curiously, watching the professor demonstrate how to use it.

The professor would occasionally add some equipment and services, ranging from experimental equipment to refilling empty snack boxes, all available on call, which was very convenient.

"Professor, you have changed a lot here!"

Lan Sikar, director of the Plane Academy of the First University of the Alliance, could not hide his amazement in his tone.

"The last time I came here, it was just an Internet cafe. The environment was noisy and the business was relatively simple."

He rubbed his hands and said in a low voice, a little embarrassed, "To be honest, at that time, I really didn't see the potential of this place."

Professor Octopus smiled but said nothing, instead he looked at the other one.

He was the president of the first university in the union, and his brows furrowed even more when he heard that.

In his heart, that is called regret!

It would have been great if the school had approved this cooperation project and established an industry-university-research base here!

Students across the grade can enjoy these advanced configurations.

The number of excellent graduation theses this year must be more than ten, and it will be easy to break the historical record!

Unfortunately, now that graduation season is almost over, it’s too late to say anything.

The professor spoke quietly, "The field of virtual plane technology is becoming increasingly crowded. Several well-known scholars have rented offices here for long-term research..."

Lanscar asked anxiously, "Professor, do you have any good ideas? The teachers and students of our college cannot fall behind others!"

Before the professor could answer, the principal suddenly interrupted with an unrelated topic.

“By the way, regarding the fraud that happened to Aislin on campus, I have already sent someone to investigate.

"He was a student from another academy. It was later discovered that he was a repeat offender. We have already had law enforcement officers take him away."

His three eyes narrowed at the same time, his gaze became extremely soft, and his voice became even gentler.

"Oh? Really? That's great."

He smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"I didn't expect he was a repeat offender. It shows there are other unknown victims in the school. I am very happy to help the children find the cancer."

Although there was not a single curse word, the principal and Lan Sikar lowered their heads subconsciously, feeling that they were being ridiculed.