Professor, Your Level 3 Head Is Off

On the day of registration, I went to the wrong dormitory and bumped into Professor Gu who had just come out of the shower. During the game that night, a new student whose partner said she had no eyes hit her with a gun. I looked through the chat history - I scolded her three times. Now she is cooking ribs next door and asked me if I want to eat them. Offline, she is the "Queen of Liquid Nitrogen" in the Department of Quantum Physics, the core of scientific research. No one in the school dares to look at her for more than three seconds. Online, she is the sixth person who squats in the grass and uses spray to instigate people. She snatches my level 3 head and throws Molotov cocktails at me. I used assembly code to gain 5% of her computing power, and she used my authority to force me to run 300,000 pieces of data. Every meat bun is a two-way intellectual taming. Then someone took notice of her project. Foreign forces. Supercomputer invasion. The boy who drew the equal sign for her on the blackboard used his best method to protect everything behind her. Level 3A is given to you. I have no way out. This brings me to C.