Zhao Peilin came floating in, wearing a small Taoist robe, with a casual expression and slightly narrowed eyes, looking like a master.

He wanted everyone to think of him as a superior person. In fact, many people did think so. The people queuing at the door automatically backed away, making way for him with frightened eyes.

Only Lu Qingxuan asked honestly and blankly: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Zhao Peilin suddenly became a little ashamed: "I am your senior brother! Have you forgotten? Last time you went to Professor Zhong to ask questions, I was right next to you, and I even gave you some pointers. My surname is Zhao, and your surname is also worthy of Zhao."

'Zhao', do you remember it?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Oh, I remembered."

She actually didn't think about it. The confused look on her face didn't go away at all, and bystanders like Wang Zixu knew by looking at her expression that she definitely didn't think about it.

The boy next to him came over and reminded him in a low voice: "Senior Brother Zhao Peilin is a disciple of Teacher Zhong and the president of our last student union. He also participated in the orientation meeting before."

Lu Qingxuan really remembered this time, and said with firm eyes: "I remembered."

Zhao Peilin came over and put his arms around Wang Zixu's shoulders: "Let me introduce you to this year's Xihe Literary Society. Li Tingfang, Yanzishan, Chen Qingluoning, Chunyan and other teachers jointly selected him. He is the class with the highest gold content. At the same time, his works are also among the best of our NTU.

The specially invited manuscript is still hanging on the fourth floor of the library."

A girl from the student union next to her suddenly stood up: "That's him? That NTU invited author who is not NTU? So it's him??"

Upon hearing her words, half of the basketball court became noisy.

"Is he the one who stole the special invitation slot from our Chinese Department at NTU?"

"It turns out it's him! I asked him why he has such a rich background. It turns out he brought the art master here."

"No wonder you are so confident. You don't have any fear in fighting Lu Qingxuan. Oh, here comes another great guy."

"Oh my god, do people of this level also need to take the exam, or do they take the exam with us? Is it true?"

Some of the students who came to sign up complained about it, while others didn't know it and looked at Wang Zixu with the eyes of a great bull.

I don’t know what the people who watch the cows think, but the cows are being underestimated anyway.

Wang Zixu turned to Zhao Peilin and whispered: "Why are you so high-profile? Now people think I have a carrot pit."

Zhao Peilin turned around and whispered to Wang Zixu: "Sometimes, you have to pretend when you should, it will save a lot of trouble."

"Then why don't you tell me about the fact that I made the front page of "Yangtze River" as a newcomer?"

"Let's talk about it in the future. When you show off, you need to pay attention to the steady flow."

Although Zhao Peilin had warned Wang Zixu before the competition as a senior: If you participate as a specially invited manuscript from NTU, no one will remember you if you get a ranking. If you don’t get a ranking, sorry, 10,000 people will come out to criticize you.

you.

Facts have proved that Zhao Peilin was a little too pessimistic when it came to the memory of the people. A few months later, the events of the Cultural Conference have not disappeared over time. Now that he mentions it, the students can still remember it vividly and they are still angry.

As for the mentality of the people, Zhao Peilin was a little too optimistic. He thought that no one would talk about it if he got the ranking. In fact, even if Wang Zixu got the first place, there were still people who were worried about it. It's just that

Because Wang Zixu won the first prize, even if these people were jealous in their hearts, they couldn't show it on their faces. A sour taste came out of their mouths, and they whispered to the sidelines to check.

Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder again and said loudly: "I followed Professor Zhong to Xihe to find this person. It can be said that the professor named him to come to Nanda. If he doesn't come, he will lose face. The brothers and sisters in charge of the review

We, please don’t embarrass him.”

After saying that, he paused, looked sternly, and then said: "Also, I don't want to hear anything about occupying a quota at NTU. If you want to say occupation, it means taking up my quota. I didn't say anything.

What do you have to complain about?"

Wang Zixu looked at Zhao Peilin gratefully, and for the first time, he felt a general admiration for his senior brother in his heart.

Lu Qingxuan stood up holding her skirt, with a cold face: "So it's you."

It was okay when she was sitting, but when she stood up, Wang Zixu realized that this girl's legs were really long.

Lu Qingxuan added: "Did you write "A Safe Road Ahead"?"

Wang Zixu said: "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah. I've seen everyone in this class."

The prince smiled faintly: "I didn't expect the Xihe Literary Society to be quite influential."

Lu Qingxuan looked serious: "Why didn't you say it? If I had told you it was you, I wouldn't have made any suggestions for transfer. If you had not been admitted to Nanda and transferred to other schools, I would have looked down upon you, let alone Professor Zhong.

"

Wang Zixu smiled again: "I didn't know you knew me."

Lu Qingxuan sighed: "It's a competition in vain, it makes me look like a laughing stock."

Wang Zixu said quickly: "It's not that, it's not that, it was actually quite exciting when you came and went with me just now. I also used some small tricks to win."

"There's no need to say anything to show respect."

Lu Qingxuan's tone was a bit stubborn. After that, she muttered in a low voice: "I had a great time... just now."

Wang Zixu was a little embarrassed for a moment. He was familiar with girls with cold faces and could deal with them. But when she suddenly changed her face and her tone became enthusiastic, he could only hold back. He grabbed his information on the table and said, "Then the registration is complete, right?"

?Can I go?"

Lu Qingxuan said: "No."

She sat down and sorted out the information and said: "Leave a name and contact information, go to the website within a week to pay the registration fee, and print the admission ticket, and this, scan it."

Lu Qingxuan stretched out her phone, and there was a QR code on the screen. Wang Zixu took out his phone and asked, "What is this?"

"This is my WeChat, add me as a friend."

"Does everyone who comes to sign up need to join?"

"Of course not."

Lu Qingxuan stared at him with starry eyes, as if there were many words hidden. Wang Zixu's hand that went into his trouser pocket froze and he subconsciously said: "But I have someone."

The man next to me immediately looked horrified.

Lu Qingxuan stared at him seriously at first, and then his face gradually turned red. The prince thought that he was a bad guy.

He seemed to have repeated the same mistakes he made when facing Ning Chunyan.

Lu Qingxuan silently packed the information into a bag and slapped him on the chest. Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for him to hear:

"You humiliated me twice today, and I will remember it. I will remember you for at least three months and eight days. I hope you can pass the exam after that."

Three months and eight days, which happens to be the time until today's postgraduate entrance examination.

Wang Zixu felt shuddering. This was the first time in his life that he was threatened by a woman seven or eight years younger than him.

If this can be considered a threat.

After Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin left, although Lu Qingxuan remained expressionless, anyone could see her anger.

The tool boy came over, touched the back of his head, and hesitated for a long time before speaking:

"If you don't say that the middle-aged man is greasy, Qingxuan, you just want to exchange literature with him, and he doesn't know where he is."

His original intention was to comfort him, but he happened to step on a thunderbolt. Lu Qingxuan felt pain, turned her face and glared angrily, startling the male tool.

He said weakly: "Qingxuan, don't be angry. He may not be able to pass the exam yet. He is already 30. I heard from my seniors that there are many memory parts in the postgraduate exam. After the age of 28, memory declines and it will be difficult to take the exam again."

Got it."

Lu Qingxuan seemed not to hear what he said and was arranging her hair distractedly: "It's nothing. I think it's good. We don't waste each other's time. Maybe people in society socialize like this."

The tool boy was shocked again.

At this moment, a somewhat dull voice sounded: "Hand in the materials."

Lu Qingxuan took the handed over document bag with cartoon patterns on it, raised her head again, and saw a pretty girl. She immediately calmed down and said politely: "Please wait a moment."

She took out the information and read:

"Diao Yiwen, not a fresh graduate, born in 1999... Did you also work first and then take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "Yes."

"Consider a transfer?"

"I won't consider it." Diao Yiwen hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I participated in the Xihe Literary Society before and got second place. Some people said that my literary foundation was a bit poor, so I studied it on my own and came here to take the exam just for fun.

, if you can pass the exam, go to school, if you can't, forget it."

She said this with a certain calmness and a humble tone, but it was actually Versailles. She was not just taking the exam for fun, she had been preparing for the exam seriously until now.

Hearing her words, Lu Qingxuan looked surprised, and Diao Yiwen was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Before Lu Qingxuan could answer, people around him had already gathered around and started talking:

"Today is really strange. The first place in the Xihe Literary Society has just left, and the second place has come. This year's postgraduate entrance examination party is going to suffer a lot. It is crowded with so many great people."

Diao Yiwen was a little surprised: "He was here just now?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Just left."

Diao Yiwen said to herself: "It's normal for him to come. He's not working anymore, so he must be here to study for graduate school."

Lu Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know him?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "I was in the same unit before."
To be continued...