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"What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"Isn't there a literary salon in the afternoon? I want to hear about it. Is your canteen open to foreigners? I'll have a meal here at noon."

"That's good. Let me take you around the campus. You can familiarize yourself with the environment in advance and introduce us to NTU."

“Very good.”

Zhao Peilin led Wang Zixu on a winding path, spread out his arms and drew a circle in the air, as if he wanted to try his best to include the entire campus, but he failed.

NTU is too big.

"Do you know why, among all the higher education institutions in my country, the Chinese Department of NTU is the best and also has the greatest influence in the literary world?"

Wang Zixu thoughtfully said: "I just felt that when it comes to Chinese majors, Nanda is as famous as Peking University. I don't know how much influence it has in the literary world."

Zhao Peilin shook his finger and said: "NONONO, among the people, the Chinese of Nanda and Peking University are indeed equally famous, but in fact this is not the case academically. The Chinese Department of Peking University has produced some cultural celebrities, but in terms of the quantity and quality of papers, and

In terms of the professor system, it is still quite lacking compared to NTU.”

Wang Zixun nodded: "So the people think that the two are equally famous, and only the students of this school know the difference."

"Yes."

"So, will Peking University have the same idea? Will they think that their side is second to none?"

Zhao Peilin curled his lips: "They are arrogant and arrogant, like frogs at the bottom of a well. They are crowned by monkeys, and they shake trees like earthworms..."

Wang Zixu stretched out his hand: "Okay, okay, I roughly understand the situation. Let's advance the topic."

Zhao Peilin shook his head: "No, you haven't understood it yet. I will take you to a place and you will understand."

Wang Zixu followed Zhao Peilin in confusion. They walked for 20 minutes before they came to a secluded place.

This is a garden-like place, with stone-paved paths twisting and turning, winding through flower meadows, and many blue-black busts standing on the roadside.

Wang Zixu said: "Cultural Corner?"

Zhao Peilin looked ahead: "Alumni List."

He led Wang Zixu onto the bluestone slab, walked eighteen stones along the way, and finally stopped in front of a bust of a foreigner.

Wang Zixu looked at the stone slab under the bust:

"Fu Si retreats."

"Born in Linköping, Sweden, a city with thick fog and clouds."

"Believe in love, believe in beauty, believe in good taste, believe in human beings, and stick to it for the rest of your life."

When he saw that name, Wang Zixu became excited.

"Fu Situi is also an alumnus?"

Zhao Peilin nodded: "This is one of the 18 lifetime judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature, and Mo Yan won the award after his nomination. The old man particularly likes NTU and says that he has left memories like flowers here. Originally, he asked for his

The ashes were buried under the campus, but it did not comply with the regulations. In the end, we could only erect a statue like this to express our condolences from afar."

After speaking, he sighed: "Eighteen Arhats. I wonder who will fill his vacancy."

Wang Zixu looked at the old bronze head, and the more he looked at it, the more adorable he felt. Although he had encouraged himself with the opportunity of the Nobel Prize for Literature in the past, he had never felt that it was so within reach.

Zhao Peilin continued: "If you want to win the Nobel Prize, you must first be nominated. Fu Situi is the only sinologist among the lifelong judges. Without him, the Royal Swedish Academy of Literature would not have access to domestic writers at all, even if it could.

, are always separated by one floor. And this old man is an alumnus of our Nantah University. Our Nantah University is the holy land of the Chinese Department, can Peking University do it?"

Zhao Peilin held his head high and his chest high, very proud. His original intention of bringing Wang Zixu here was to prove the special status of Nanda, but he did not expect that it had a deeper meaning for Wang Zixu.

"Are there any sinologists among the Nobel Prize judges now?" Wang Zixu asked.

Zhao Peilin said: "Master Fu Situi also has a disciple named Qiao Sili, who also serves at the Royal Swedish Academy of Literature, but this one has not been a lifelong judge. It is difficult to say whether the Swedes are paying attention to our country's literary world."

Wang Zixu was fascinated, and Zhao Peilin continued: "But you don't have to pay too much attention to what foreigners think. Our domestic literary pyramid is of course decided by the Chinese people themselves. Come on, I will take you to see half of the domestic literary world."
Chapter completed!