For example, if a manuscript by Wang Zixu is really sent this year, some people will think that choosing to choose an off-campus rather than an on-campus one means that there is nothing worth reading in the school this year? Even if no one in the school thinks so,

Some people outside the school may also think so. If they fan the flames, it can easily lead to accidents.

The Literature Department of NTU also has a long tradition of causing trouble. Although these people are engaged in literature, we must not forget that they are all young people in their early twenties. They all have hormone bombs in their bodies. Once it explodes, you don’t know what trouble will happen.

Something happened.

Thinking of this, Ning Chunyan was also in trouble. She was really embarrassed to try to persuade Professor Zhong again. After all, he was the one who took the responsibility and took the risk.

Chen Qingluo suddenly said: "Although this person is not from Nanda now, he will become one in the future."

Professor Zhong looked up at her: "Oh?"

Chen Qingluo said solemnly: "He has always been extremely fascinated by NTU. The reason why he did not apply to NTU for his undergraduate degree was just because he did not have enough scores. Unfortunately, he missed out on our school. However, he has been planning to take the postgraduate entrance examination to make up for himself.

The regrets of the past.”

Professor Zhong thought for a while and nodded with a smile: "He has a good heart. How old is he?"

"It's 30."

"So big?"

Chen Qingluo waved her hand: "It's not too late to remedy the situation!"

Professor Zhong took a sip of tea, thought for a long time, and said to her: "Let him make up for it quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"Xiao Zhao, I will download your manuscript first and upload this one instead," Professor Zhong said.

"Professor!" Zhao Peilin's eyes suddenly filled with tears, "I still hope that Xihe will show his face this time!"

"I'll just take you there."

…

When Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo drove away from the Nanyang University campus, the sun was still high in the sky. Now they could go back to Xihe in time for dinner.

Sitting in the car, Ning Chunyan couldn't believe that things would go so smoothly. She kept saying "fuck" in her heart all the way.

After calming down, Ning Chunyan asked: "By the way, how did you know that Wang Zixu wanted to go to Nanda?"

Chen Qingluo said: "I'm just making up nonsense. I don't know him."

Ning Chunyan glared: "Ah? You lied without drafting! I already believed it! Professor Zhong must have believed it too, so what will happen next?"

Chen Qingluo said: "We will talk about the future matters later."

Ning Chunyan rubbed his hair: "We'll talk about it later. If there's an explosion, we'll talk about it later. In a week's time, the Xihe Literary Society will be held. What should we do when people find out on that day that 'Nanda's special guest author, loan graduate student Wang Zixu'

ah!"

Chen Qingluo sighed: "Yes. What should I do?"

After a while, she added: "But it's not 'what should we do', remove the 'we'. I don't know him and it's none of my business."

"Ah ah ah! I'll kill you! ... It's broken. Should you turn left or right when you leave the school gate? It's all your fault, you didn't hear the navigation! It's too late, I have already turned right."

"Huh, Lu Chi."

"People who don't have a driver's license don't deserve to talk about me!"

During the fight, the very eye-catching Porsche turned right and walked in the wrong direction for two kilometers before turning around and walking back to the right road.

While they were correcting their mistakes, the red Audi slowly drove into the NTU campus. If the Porsche drove correctly, the Audi and the Porsche would be facing each other.

In the car, the pink-haired poet chewed gum and gave directions:

"Turn left, turn left, turn left again, turn right, by the way, the interesting thing about our NTU is that none of the roads are straight. It's a good thing you didn't make the wrong mistake the first time you came here."

Wang Zixu stopped the car, put on the parking brake, and said, "I'm pretty good at recognizing the road."

"Who went upstairs with the poet to get something?" Ye Lan asked.

Wang Zixu loosened his seat belt and said, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette. It's not me anyway."

If you are 30 years old and go to the girls' dormitory, you will be kicked out.

He returned to the campus life he was familiar with in an unexpected way, but he had already passed the age where he would be excited about the opportunity to visit the girls' dormitory. It would be more comfortable to sit on the curb and smoke Big Harvest.

Sitting on the flower bed by the roadside, looking at the layers of white clouds in the sky, the sunlight shining through the cracks, and the sounds of people and birds ringing in the playground in the distance, Wang Zixu felt a little warm and a little strange. Friendly.

It's this atmosphere that's familiar to me, but this environment that's unfamiliar to me.

In fact, thinking about it now, his scores at that time were enough to apply for certain majors at NTU. Unfortunately, due to his father's stubbornness, he still applied for BIT.

If you had insisted on yourself, would your destiny be different now? At least you would have had the chance to meet Chen Qingluo on this campus, right?

The past cannot withstand speculation. The past that never happened is a mystery forever shrouded in a black hole. Poor three-dimensional humans cannot cross higher dimensions to understand possibilities that never existed.

The sky is like an inverted bowl, covering the prince who is sitting on the flower bed smoking. The sky is high, the sun is warm, and the wind is soft. It is easy for people to lose their vigilance and think that they are not just busy ants, unable to fight.

destiny.

Li Bai said, The great road is like the blue sky, I alone cannot reach it.

Du Fu said, "You are trapped in a net, so why do you have wings?"

Wang Zixu knew that he could not fall into the well of life like Comrade Wang Jianguo. He had to defend his life with the "fake gun" of literature. This was the only firepower he had left in his life.

"From now on, no one can be allowed to arbitrarily control one's destiny." The smoke rose, and Wang Zixu looked at the blue sky and thought, "People should not be subordinate to each other and should be equal to each other, and coexist with the soul of freedom and equality.

.”

"I do not live above anyone, and no one can live above me; I will not harm others to benefit myself, nor can anyone harm me to benefit others. I will defend my life with any form of weapon and defeat any attempt to step on it.

The person in me keeps fighting until I win.”

Looking at the blue sky, he suddenly found that the sky was a little dark. But he was not afraid. People should no longer be afraid after they have their own weapons. His weapons are confidence in words. The dust of the times will either turn into mountains and reappear.

Suppressing him for five hundred years will either make him an unbreakable tough guy. No matter the darkness of the last century or the darkness of the present, they will never be able to catch up with him again.

Because dawn is coming.

…

May 4th, Youth Day.

According to the lunar calendar, it belongs to the month of Bingchen and the day of Renwu. According to the lunar calendar, it is opposite to the dragon and evil spirits are in the north, and the God of Wealth is in the east. It is suitable for worshiping and sweeping, and it is forbidden to get married.

The Xihe Literary Society opened on this day.

Throw three coins down, remember the hexagram, shake it again, remember it again... Do this six times, and finally get the Qian hexagram.

Qian hexagram ninety-five, the flying dragon is in the sky, which is good for seeing adults. On this occasion, you should soar into the sky, roam freely as a dragon, no longer restrained, so as to become the supreme being of ninety-five.

People's Square, red flag waving.

Guo Ranran built a pergola on his forehead with his hands, looked at the flowers and plants that were exposed to the sun, and said, "Is Wang Zixu still asking for leave?"

"Why do you care so much about him?" Song Yinglian said.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't come to such a lively occasion? In the past few days, we have circulated criticisms and concentrated on studying. In three meetings, he was used as a wrong example in two times. How can he not come to receive education?" Guo Ranran?

He said with his fingers.

Song Yinglian said: "You should come, right? He didn't even come when we went to Qingfengju that day. It would be shameful that he didn't come for such a big occasion today. In order to receive the guests, all the comrades in our unit came to the battle this time.

Now, look, even Mr. Zhang has taken action."

Zhang Cangnian tinkered under the pergola for a long time and finally got the water dispenser powered on. Apparently he heard the conversation of the young people behind him, straightened up and smiled "haha".

After laughing, he squinted his eyes again and looked into the distance with a little worry.

This Xihe Cultural Fair is definitely the biggest event in history. Thousands of people from 107 municipal and public units in the city are all organized to provide services at the Cultural Fair. But when it is spread on the square, it disappears like water.

In the sea, you can't see it at all.

Just because there are too many people.

There are stalls on the square with various snacks, low-priced beer and free stage performances. Several second-tier stars have been invited. There are dragon and lion dances, lantern riddle guessing, couplets and ironwork performances on the river bank at the other end of the square.

Not only residents from all over the city came, but many tourists from surrounding cities including Donghai came.

Of course, the highlight of the cultural fair is "literary". The largest stage in the center of the square is reserved for the rising stars of the Xihe literary world. At this time, the stage is empty, but the red and green seats have been lined up.

It is said that the guest lineup this time is very powerful, not to mention Li Tingfang, Xihe Shuangbi, Shen Qingfeng, a walking hormone, will also be present, and even the famous Yanzi Mountain is invited.

Being able to take the stage on such an occasion means not only showing one's face, but also showing one's face.

Of course, the same thing is true: losing face means losing face.

"Xiao Wang, you'd better not come." Zhang Cannian murmured.

"Xiao Diao!"

Song Yinglian waved at the side, and everyone looked over, just in time to see Diao Yiwen dressed up in a dress, and everyone's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!