"I think it's better to let Mr. Bai Yujing say a few words. A big guy like him is sitting here, and I don't have the qualifications to speak."

Fang Bai's words fell into the ears of everyone, and they triggered two kinds of reactions:

Who is Bai Yujing?

Who is Bai Yujing?

The former was the reaction of most students. At this time, they all looked in the direction of Chen Ya, but because they were in this mountain, they didn't know who Bai Yujing was referring to.

The people sitting there were just some dispensable students, at most there was one Lu Qianzi and one Chen Ya.

Where is Bai Yujing?

The latter was Jin Rubing's reaction.

"Who is Bai Yujing?" He stood up from the chair in a hurry, his head was still a little dizzy because he stood up too fast, "Where is it?"

Fang Bai smiled and said: "Professor Jin, haven't you seen Bai Yujing himself?"

Jin Rubing shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I only heard his name but never met him."

"Then you will see it today." Fang Bai smiled.

Li Yinan from the Literature Department sat in his seat, his mouth a little wide.

The name Bai Yujing was active in Beijing's academic circles several years ago. At that time, most of the students here were still in high school.

So, it's normal that they don't know.

Jin Rubing shook his head, with a look of disbelief on his face:

"This fit is the poet Wei Xiaoyu riding a donkey into the sword gate. Back then, Bai Yujing published this little poem on the title page of the school newspaper. The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind and fresh in my memory."

Jin Rubing looked at the front that was not in front of him. His sight penetrated the physical wall and passed through the many barriers of the real world. It seemed that it had pierced the illusion and pointed straight to the morning when he saw the name Bai Yujing many years ago.

Fang Bai turned back to Liu Ruying and said with a smile: "Why don't you hand the microphone to him quickly?"

Liu Ruying took the phone and looked back at where Fang Bai was pointing, feeling a little at a loss.

Who is it?

Wen Limin turned to look at Jin Rubing and Fang Bai, frowned and asked:

"Mr. Jin, Professor Fang, what exactly is this Bai Yujing you are talking about?"

Fang Bai was surprised and said: "Hey, what grade are you in? You don't know Bai Yujing?"

Wen Limin was a little surprised when he was asked.

To be honest, this was the first time he heard this name today.

At first he didn't think there was anything wrong with not knowing the name, but when Fang Bai asked this question, it gave people the impression that if he didn't know the name, he was ignorant.

Wen Limin's momentum suddenly weakened a bit: "I, I am from the 17th class, what's wrong?"

Fang Bai clapped his fingers and noticed, "Oh! You were only a freshman the year he was active, so it's normal not to know."

Jin Rubing said leisurely: "Speaking of Bai Yujing, young classmates may not know it, but I remember it very clearly, and I still remember it to this day.

"Back then, he rode a donkey in Xiaoyu and entered Beijing University alone. Because of a dispute with someone, there was a dispute over the publication of "Wei Ming", which caused a sensation in the literary world."

After hearing what Jin Rubing said, the students below were a little confused for a moment.

Riding a donkey in drizzle?

Fighting for the version of "Wei Ming"?

What is all this?

The students below started talking one after another.

"Oh, "Wei Ming" is competing for edition! I've heard of this!"

A male student wearing black-framed glasses sitting next to Xia Yingji suddenly spoke, which startled Xia Yingji.

Xia Yingji slapped him in the face: "What are you doing? Are you making such a fuss? What do you mean by competing for the version of "Wei Ming"?"

The boy pushed up his black-rimmed glasses: "Do you know what club I belong to? I'm from the press team."

"I know, tell me what you know!" Xia Yingji was extremely anxious, and Si Chaoliang also came over.

"Wei Ming is the literary school magazine of our school. Everyone should know this. The phrase "Wei Ming" competes for edition is often mentioned by my seniors."

"So?" Xia Yingji blinked.

The boy pushed up his black-rimmed glasses again: "This phrase has a very rich meaning. It is usually used when someone is about to make a mistake or has already made a mistake, to express vigilance to the perpetrator.

"Let me introduce to you how to use it. For example, if a student fails to proofread well and writes the name of a certain school leader incorrectly, the seniors will teach him a lesson, 'Do you still want to cause a dispute over the publication of "Wei Ming"?

?' and so on."

Xia Yingji and Si Chaoliang blinked: "So?"

The black-rimmed glasses said: "So, in my opinion, this incident should be a major terrorist incident for our press team and mean a big trouble. This is all I know."

Xia Yingji endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back: "What I said is the same as what I didn't say."

The girl in the front row kept leaning up while they were talking, trying to hear their words clearly. After the boys finished speaking, she secretly discussed with the girl next to her:

"Actually, I really want to know what Xiaoyu Riding a Donkey is... does he really have a donkey?"

Fang Bai looked at Jin Rubing curiously and asked: "I have heard a little bit about the competition for the publication of "Weiming". What is Xiaoyu riding a donkey? He has a donkey?"

Jin Rubing's lips moved a few times and said:

"In a sense, he did have a donkey."

"Little eDonkey."

…

…

The wind and rain are like darkness.

On an afternoon that has no special meaning to most people.

Except for the swaying drizzle that stuck to the clothes, it spread a large gloom, which was a bit annoying.

Other than that, there was nothing special about this day.

With a "squeak" sound, an ordinary-looking electric car stopped in front of the Beijing University Library.

"In this life, the poet Wei Xiaoyu rides a donkey into the capital..."

Beijing University is known as the "One Tower Lake Picture". The tower is Yuanya Tower and the lake is Weiming Lake.

As for the picture, it’s the Beijing University Library in front of you.

The young man hurriedly climbed up the stairs and wiped the rain off his body under the eaves.

Through the half-open glass door, the young man said politely:

"Hello, I am the new librarian..."

...A middle-aged man with thinning hair and wearing an old gray suit jacket closed his umbrella outside the library door and shook off the rainwater on the umbrella.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Professor Yang."

"Professor Yang, are you here to check information again?"

Yang Changshuo raised his wide gold-rimmed eyes and squinted at the management desk for a long time.

He pointed over there and asked: "Who is that young man over there who looks like a talented person and is reading quietly there? I have never seen him before."

"Oh, that's the new librarian."

"Not a part-time job for students?"

"I'm not a student, I'm a social worker who dropped out of school."

"oh."

Yang Changshuo nodded, turned around and went behind the bookshelf.

...Beijing University is an amazing place, and librarianship is also a very important job.

Since the electronic lending system was implemented, library administrators have had nothing to do.

So young people often sit in their seats and write and draw, and sometimes read some books.

Everyone here is too busy to care about what a dropout librarian is reading or writing.

If you get close, you may hear the words he is saying.

"There are still 1,800 points left to earn scholar points, and you will be rewarded with 100 damn points just by publishing a theory... You can save 1 point just by sitting in the library for a day."

"If you don't publish your theory and sit there for 1,800 days, wouldn't you be considered a scholar who has been transferred to another position?"

"Oh no, it will take close to 5 years."

"Let's practice the theory of electromagnetic force first. This can be applied soon, and it is estimated that it will gain enough influence."

"The next step can be to apply some medical technologies, such as cancer and AIDS, which will have a higher impact."
To be continued...