Chapter 114 Nicomachean Ethics (9820)
Wang Zixu knocked on the door. Within a moment, it could even be said that almost at the same moment, the door was opened.
But it was not Professor Zhong inside the door - Wang Zixu didn't know Professor Zhong, nor did he know his appearance, but he was sure that the person in front of him was not Professor Zhong - he was a boy with short hair, a pair of glasses on his face, and he looked to be a little over twenty years old.
The boy couldn’t wait to ask: “Are you Wang Zixu?”
“It’s me.”
“Come in.”
Without saying a word, he pulled Wang Zixu into the house and quickly closed the door behind him.
This is the first time that Wang Zixu has entered the guest room of the Plaza Hotel. It deserves to be called a "quasi-five-star hotel", and the interior furnishings are very stylish.
The aquarium facing the door is emitting a glittering light, and unknown red and yellow fish inside seem to be swimming in the air. The curtains are open, and the view outside the window is wide. You can just see the government building opposite the square. Professor Zhong is sitting on a yellow pear wood chair with exquisite materials, with a book spread out on his lap.
His skin is bronzed, his face has ridges and grooves, and his body is motionless, like a statue.
The boy turned his head to take precautions, raised a finger at him, and made a "silence" gesture: "Professor Zhong is reading now. Don't talk to him, just wait a moment."
Wang Zixu glanced at Professor Zhong, his eyes were on the book spread out on his lap, his expression focused and serious. It was as if he didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the room. This concentration makes him look unusually serious.
Wang Zixu admires this kind of person who has strong concentration. Because he himself is this kind of person.
The boy introduced himself to him: "My name is Zhao Peilin, a graduate student at Nanjing University. Your senior brother."
"Senior brother?"
"Hey, hello, junior brother."
“…”
Wang Zixu was a little puzzled.
He is visibly younger than me, not to mention that he is a graduate student at Nanjing University, and he has an undergraduate degree from Beijing Institute of Technology. In any case, he cannot be regarded as a senior.
But it’s not like he just takes advantage. His tone was very confident, so confident that he was almost certain that Wang Zixu would be admitted to NTU's graduate school in the future.
The more confident he is, the more confused Wang Zixu becomes.
Ning Chunyan said on the phone before that in order to make his manuscript a specially invited manuscript of NTU, she used some unusual methods. She did not specify the specific method.
But she told Wang Zixu: When you meet Zhong Junmin, don’t talk nonsense, listen more and talk less. No matter what he says, just agree in one breath. Don’t be surprised no matter what.
So Wang Zixu skipped this section and introduced himself: "I am Wang Zixu, you know my name."
Zhao Peilin stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, I have also read your novel, and I admit it is so much better than mine. A little bit. "
"Excellent."
"My main literary position is "New Moon". If you want to write poetry or study poetry in the future, you can come to me to discuss it. Of course, this requires you to be admitted to Nanjing University."
Wang Zixu was in awe.
"Crescent Moon" is a first-class literary monthly in China. Being able to appear in "Crescent Moon" shows that this person is no small matter. So he also stretched out his hand to shake his hand, and then asked: "Is Professor Zhong like this every time he studies?"
Zhao Peilin smiled: "Yes. It's like this every time. Don't get me wrong, Professor Zhong is not neglecting you, but he must ensure a certain period of absolute concentration every day, and once he enters this state, you'd better not Disturb him, or there will be consequences. "
Wang Zi nodded: "I know. Once the flow state is entered, it will be very uncomfortable." Zhao Peilin showed an expression of appreciation on his face: "You actually know the flow?"
"Well. A mental state of extremely high concentration, also known as the best experience. It is a research result of happiness psychology."
Zhao Peilin's face showed an unexpected appearance in the "Xinhua Dictionary" The facial expression of the knowledge point: "Not bad. I recognize you."
"...Thank you."
Wang Zixu doesn't really need this level of recognition, but the feeling of being recognized is not bad. He looked around and whispered:
"Won't our chatting like this affect Professor Zhong? How about I go out and wait?"
"No, you underestimate Professor Zhong's flow state. After he enters this state, as long as he is not spoken to directly, nothing that happens around him can disturb him. Even if he does morning exercises next to him, he will not be affected."
Prince Xulu Showing admiration: "Amazing."
"Yes, but speaking of morning exercises..."
As Zhao Peilin said this, under the shocked gaze of Wang Zixu, he lay down on the ground and began to do push-ups.
After this man did 15 standard push-ups, he stood up and clapped his hands in front of Wang Zixu’s face. His expression was relaxed, but it seemed that Wang Zixu was making a fuss:
"Professor Zhong often said that training and carving oneself should be a task every moment. If the body is not tough enough, it will not be able to withstand an overly noble spirit."
"Yes, as Nanda people, we must be like this. How about it? ? How many can you make? "
"About 55?"
Zhao Peilin looked surprised: "You. Are you sure? I’m talking about the standard push-ups, not the quick-and-easy push-ups. Can you do 55 in one go? ”
Comrade Wang Jianguo didn’t leave him any family heirlooms or ancestral family precepts. The few good habits he gave him were to keep exercising. Wang Zixu is more confident only physically.
Zhao Peilin said with an expression of disbelief: "Then you show me how to make it. It should be a standard one. The waist should not collapse, the arms should tighten, the toes should be lifted, and the body should be in a straight line. I will help you count. "Substandard does not count."
Wang Zixu glanced at the ground, and after confirming that there were no soot, footprints, or dog shit on the ground, he hesitated for a while and nodded: "Okay."
He lay down and did it with ease. The first 20 push-ups were very easy, and Zhao Peilin counted them loudly for him. It was a little more difficult to do 30. When he reached the 40th, the speed finally slowed down, but in the end he still did 55 push-ups without missing a beat.
He stood up, a little exhausted, his arms felt slightly heavy, clapped his hands and said: "How?"
"Okay."
Zhao Peilin sighed After groaning for a moment, he said: "Now, I start to appreciate you a little."
"...Thank you."
Wang Zixu doesn't need this level of appreciation, but the feeling of being appreciated is not bad.
"Do you suddenly ask everyone you meet for the first time to do push-ups? Do you only acknowledge them after they have finished?" he asked.
"That's not true. Recognition is multi-dimensional and does not have to be limited to push-ups," Zhao Peilin explained, "Relax, I don't want to make things difficult for you. Mainly, I should be the one to show my face in this reply meeting."
He said the second half of the sentence quite resentfully, and then He also said:
"I will definitely get the ranking. Maybe I will meet a literary girl and a beautiful love will begin. But you came out halfway and rejected my manuscript, and my happiness is gone."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. As I said before, I have read your novel, and your novel is indeed a little better than mine."
Wang Zixu knew that he had rejected someone's manuscript, and now he knew whose manuscript he had rejected. Zhao Peilin's face instantly became cute in his eyes.
Wang Zixu said: "Let’s not talk about the manuscript for now. Things like love can be discussed directly even if we don’t get a ranking in the competition."
"But the feeling is different. When a girl admires you, love becomes much easier. For example, when I was at Nantah University, I couldn't find a partner. Everyone was from Nantah University, so there was no halo around me."
Although he sighed long and short, his words were quite proud of Nanda people. What he said was indeed the truth. If you come to Xihe from Nanda University, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack, and you will definitely be looked down upon.
However, Wang Zixu felt that love should not be as complicated as he thought. If he can't find a partner at NTU, he shouldn't put the blame on the halo issue.
At this moment, Professor Zhong finally spoke: "Don't listen to him, just like Mrs. Xianglin, if his manuscript is selected, he may not be able to get a ranking."
The two of them quickly stood in silence. Professor Zhong beside them finally closed the book and stood up. He strode over, looked at Wang Zixu up and down for a long time, and then nodded:
"Zhixu?"
"Yes."
Wang Zixu was a little uneasy by his scrutinizing gaze. Zhong Junmin asked straight to the point in a rude tone:
"Have you ever thought about why I agreed to let you, a person with no experience in NTU education, attend this literary conference as a specially invited author of NTU?"
Come on, the prince said to himself humbly.
The muscles in his arms were still aching slightly, and the 55 push-ups just now reminded him that this was also a test. Professor Zhong must have been waiting for him on this issue for a long time. His answers will determine how certain issues are handled.
The recognition of “senior fellow students” is easy to obtain, but the recognition of professors may not be that simple.
After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zixu said: "I have thought about this problem and various reasons, but I can't convince myself."
Professor Zhong sat down on his seat: "I have thought about this problem several times in the past few days, but I can't convince myself."
His answer made Wang Zixu's heart sink, and then Professor Zhong said:
"On the one hand, they said that you have always had a longing for NTU and have been trying to get admitted to NTU's graduate school. In this regard, I can convince myself to be open-minded. On the other hand..."
He recited: "'All art, all aspirations, and all actions and explorations can be regarded as aiming at some kind of good. Therefore, good can be correctly defined based on the goal pursued by things.'"
Wang Zixu listened to him quietly and whispered: "Aristotle."
Professor Zhong's eyes lit up: "Have you read it?"
"Yes. "The Nicomachean Ethics."
"Not bad. What do you think of this sentence? "
"There is a kind of classical beauty," Wang Zixu said, "the ancient Chinese sages also said something similar."
"Which sentence?"
"'Reflexively without shrinking, even though it is brown and broad, I am not afraid; self-reflexively shrinking, even though there are thousands of people, I will go.' The same thing is said from The original starting point was ‘good’ to make value judgments, but Mencius discussed it more from the perspective of the ruler.”
Professor Zhong had a smile on his face.
“Which university did you graduate from?”
“Beijing University of Technology.” Wang Zixu answered truthfully.
Professor Zhong asked: "Beijing Institute of Technology? Are you studying liberal arts or science?"
"Engineering."
Zhong Junmin thought for a while and said: "You have read so many books and thought so much while studying engineering. I now believe that you are really a person who has the dream of NTU."
Wang Zixu chose to remain silent.
Although the process is very tortuous and complicated, at least Professor Zhong’s conclusion is correct.
Professor Zhong said: "I am willing to facilitate this matter, because I think it is the pursuit of beauty, and beauty is goodness. For your sake, many people have violated the rules, including me. I hope that in the future, when faced with the choice between good and evil, you can stay clear-headed and don't forget everything others have done for you today."
Wang Zixu nodded heavily.
“I heard that you work in a small unit here?” Professor Zhong asked again.
“Yeah.”
“You will sit next to me when I attend the literary conference to award awards later.” Professor Zhong said, “Since I have given you the status of a specially invited manuscript from NTU, you will naturally be in our NTU camp.”
Wang Zi nodded: “Okay. "
Professor Zhong said: "If your novel finally gets the ranking, it will be a great irony to many people, so don't expect others to take revenge."
"I will," said Wang Zixu.
"Finally," Professor Zhong said, "If you take the Chinese language and literature major at NTU in the future, you can choose me as your tutor."
This is a very weighty sentence. Wang Zixu nodded solemnly: "Okay."
"I'm done. , you can go. Remember to exchange contact information with Zhao Peilin and come to the award ceremony on time.” Before Wang Zixu left, Zhao Peilin said to him: “Professor Zhong recognized you.”
"I figured it out, it's the same thing if you show up this time, but you have to get admitted to Nanjing University as soon as possible. You have rich social experience. When you get admitted, you will definitely be able to bring a lot of girl resources. In this way, not only me, but many of our brothers in Nantah University may be saved."
He was so naive that Wang Zixu couldn't bear to tell him the cruel reality. What girl resources does he have? Should he introduce Guo Ranran to him?
The atmosphere at this time was not suitable for saying depressing words. He just nodded heavily, and then said to Zhao Peilin’s innocent face, okay.
No matter what, he passed the test. After going out, Wang Zixu dialed Ning Chunyan's phone number.
“Hey, I just met Professor Zhong.”
Ning Chunyan said in surprise: "How is it? What did you say?"
"I met Professor Zhong and his student Zhao Peilin. We did push-ups and talked about Aristotle."
"It sounds quite harmonious."
"Other "It's really serious." Wang Zixu said, "Professor Zhong strikes me as a very serious person, or a very pure person." Ning Chunyan said, "Really? You feel the same as me. I was still wondering if there would be conflicts between two such pursuing people."
Wang Zixu said: "That's not true. Professor Zhong asked me to sit next to him when he presented the award."
Ning Chunyan's tone sounded a little surprised: "That means he recognizes you. Professor Zhong values the family. If he is not satisfied with you, I hope you leave. "From a distance."
"It's great to celebrate."
Ning Chunyan said, "By the way, let me tell you something."
"Say." Wang Zixu said with a smile. He waited for her to tell him how she persuaded Professor Zhong at that time.
“I’m going to grade your manuscript soon.” Ning Chunyan said with a smile.
Wang Zixu said: "With your cynical mentality, can you really do such a serious job as grading?"
"Who said that, I am very serious!"
"Since it is serious "Sure, don't reveal this to the contestants." Wang Zixu said, "It's important to avoid suspicion." "Hmph, you are upright." Ning Chunyan raised a smile.
Wang Zixu found it surprisingly difficult to speak on such a big issue of right and wrong. She originally planned to tease him, but seeing how serious he looked, it was hard for her to say anything.
Ning Chunyan's tone became really serious and reminded: "But let me tell you, you are not the only one who has acquaintances in this essay competition. Not all judges and contestants are as upright as you."
Wang Zixu said: "I know. But I will shrink from myself. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go. I don't want to look back in the future and find that I have done something wrong. That will leave me with an eternal weakness that is easy to defeat."
Ning Chunyan smiled.
Although he is terrifyingly pedantic, he is also terrifyingly reassuring.
Wang Zixu paused and then said: "In addition, I seem to have discovered how you promoted my manuscript to Nanda University."
"Uh..." Ning Chunyan scratched his cheek, "Is it really okay to talk about this topic when the atmosphere is so good..."
"Did you tell Professor Zhong that I will definitely take the postgraduate entrance examination of Nanjing University in the future?"
Ning Chunyan's voice sounded a little guilty: "I didn't say that."
“That’s what I said.”
“But I didn’t say it.”
“Who said that?”
…
“Teacher Chen Qingluo, can you tell me how you embarked on the path of novel creation?” the reporter asked.
Chen Qingluo sat on the sofa in the hotel living room with a bored look on her face, her hands on her legs, as if she was on trial.
After hiding in Ningchun Yan’s house for so many days, I still couldn’t escape this incident. Even if her dodge skills were fully charged, she still couldn't hide from the pervasive reporters.
Fortunately, she has finished writing "Beauvoir's Dedication". Otherwise, if she was interviewed like this today and used a set of punches, no matter how good she was, she would be wiped out.
“Teacher Chen Qingluo?” the reporter urged in a higher tone.
Chen Qingluo came back to her senses and said in an emotionless tone like a primary school student reciting a text: "Ever since I was a child, I have always cherished a literary dream..."
"Ahem," the reporter coughed twice, "Teacher Chen, please tell me something more real and down-to-earth. Our report is for children and parents, and your experience can set a good example for them."
This reporter is a beautiful sister in black stockings. She is also meticulously wearing a suit on a hot day. It is so hot that sweat breaks out on her forehead and powder is stuck on her face. All in all, she looks so pitiful that people can't bear to refuse.
Chen Qingluo sighed and said: "I participated in a competition and won a lot of money at once, and I kept writing after that."
"Uh..."
Chen Qingluo described an upright literary competition as like gambling, which sounded very discordant. When forming the manuscript, certain revisions and polishes are bound to be made. After the journalist sister made a mental note, she continued to ask:
“Is your family poor?”
“Not poor.”
“Then... is your motivation only for money?”
Chen Qingluo held her hands and asked, "If you don't get paid for going to work, how much motivation do you have to take this class?"
"Uh... I don't think there are many. But Teacher Chen, I can't quite understand the logic."
"I happened to make a lot of money writing novels when I was 17 years old, so I went to write novels. Without this money, I would have to find a class after graduation. But with this money, even if I want to find a class, they won't let me. In other words, I embarked on the path of literary creation out of necessity."
The reporter looked very embarrassed: "Mr. Chen, are you still there? Are you trying to say something that I can write in the report? "
Chen Qingluo sighed and said in an emotionless tone like a primary school student reciting a text: "I have always had a literary dream since I was a child..." After finishing the interview, Chen Qingluo walked out and saw a woman bowing to herself:
"Teacher Chen, I am Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department. The award ceremony is about to be held. I will take you to the venue."
"Are you Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department?"
"Yes, you know me?" Zhang Qian was a little surprised.
“Bitch.”
“Huh?” Zhang Qian thought she heard wrongly.
Chen Qingluo walked forward angrily without saying a word. Zhang Qian suspected that she really heard it wrong. But she could clearly feel that Chen Qingluo was quite unkind to her.
Zhang Qian trotted after her, secretly twisting the fingers of her hands together. I have heard that Chen Qingluo is difficult to get along with, but I have never heard that she is so difficult to maintain! However, receiving Chen Qingluo is a political task and must not be messed up. She has no temper at all.
“Teacher Chen, please go this way.”
Chen Qingluo’s eyes were like the north wind, and he glanced at her sharply, which made Zhang Qian’s heart tremble.
“Smelly woman...”
Zhang Qian sweated from behind: “What did you say?”
“Nothing. Lead the way, let’s go.”
…
"Teacher Li, it's time for me to go." Lin Feng said to Li Tingfang.
“Yeah.” Li Tingfang opened her eyes. After working all day, she felt a little tired. She closed her eyes for a moment and fell asleep under the sunset. As you get older, you can no longer control when you feel sleepy.
But she can’t sleep anymore, there is more important work to do next.
She will preside over the final round of evaluation of the essay competition, which will determine who will ultimately win the award.
Lin Feng helped her stand up. Li Tingfang took back his hand and said: "85 points."
"Huh?"
Li Tingfang said: "I will give you 85 points."
"Well..."
Lin Feng was a little disappointed, but he knew Li Tingfang too well and was mentally prepared for this result, so he was not particularly disappointed.
“This is a fair score. Whatever the score is, I’ll give it as many points as possible. My identity doesn’t allow me to be biased,” Li Tingfang said.
Lin Feng lowered his head: "I know."
"Shen Qingfeng will definitely give Lin Luo a high score and give you a low score. This competition will remove the highest score and the lowest score. This competition system is to avoid his situation, but it will still have an impact. This is unfair to you, but there is no way, there is no absolute fairness in the world."
Lin Feng nodded: "I understand."
< br>"You can only make it through by doing your best and being blameless. You have worked hard this time. If you don't make it through in the end, it means you still need to polish it, so come back next year."
Li Tingfang thought for a while and said: "As Hemingway said, people can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated."
Lin Feng’s voice became firmer: “Yes!”
“It’s almost time,” Li Tingfang glanced at his watch, “I should go to the venue.”
…
“It’s time for me to go to the meeting venue.” Shen Qingfeng said to Lin Luo, “No need to do the math anymore, no matter how you calculate, you will always be number one.”
Lin Luo was lying on the table. The white paper in front of him was covered with notes, including names and arithmetic formulas. It was very messy.
Lin Luo's expression was very nervous: "Let's do the calculation again for the last time. You add Teacher Liu and Teacher Fan. Teacher Liu can score 95 points, and you can give 90 points. In this case, as long as Teacher Fan can be a little more generous..."
Shen Qingfeng said impatiently: "As long as Li Tingfang doesn't give you a score below 60, your average score must be above 90."
Lin Luo said: "It mainly depends on Teacher Fan. It's a pity that he is a shameless person. He took the bath and accepted the gifts. The final sentence will be fair."< /p>
Shen Qingfeng said: "There are always such old-fashioned things. Don't think about it anymore. After all, there is a limit to what money can do. If you can spend money, others can also spend money. Besides, what we want is not to be the first, just to suppress Lin Feng."
Lin Luo pursed her lips.
It was Shen Qingfeng’s wish to suppress Lin Feng, but it was not Lin Luo’s wish.
This time, the right time, the right place, the right people, and everything is on his side. If he wants to win first place in the cultural fair, this may be the best opportunity.
If you don’t get first place, there will always be some regrets.
Shen Qingfeng didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't point it out.
In fact, Teacher Fan among the judges has already relented. He can see that if he works harder, it is very likely that he will also get his points.
But that means nothing to him.
Lin Feng is a rival to Shen Qingfeng, so why is Lin Luo not a threat? Lin Luo can stab Lin Feng in the back, but can't he stab him in the back?
He never thought that Lin Luo must take first place. As for whether Lin Luo can take first place in the end, it depends on his own fortune and luck.
Shen Qingfeng grabbed the leather bag on the table, put it under his arm, and said: "I'm leaving."
"Teacher Shen walked slowly ."
…
"I'll send it here." Yan Zishan turned around and said to Diao Yiwen's father.
Not far away, the No. 010 black car with "Official Car" printed on it was parked on the side of the road. The civil servant stood outside the car, respectfully waiting for Yanzishan to drive.
Father Diao nodded and whispered: "Teacher Yan, now that my daughter has entered the third round, she is actually satisfied. But if she can get the ranking, there will be less regrets..."
Yan Zishan did not express his position and said expressionlessly: "I know."
p>Father Diao stretched out his finger and made a small gesture: "If she can get a slightly better ranking, it will be a complete success for her. From now on..."
"Needless to say."
Yan Zishan turned around and left. What he said was nonsense. Yan Zishan revised the manuscript himself, how could he give himself a low score? He is not that rigid and rigid person. He always gives himself full marks for things he writes.
He decided to give Diao Yiwen’s manuscript a score of 98 points. One point was deducted because it was not entirely written by him, and the other point was deducted out of humility. If you want to remove the highest score, remove your own rating.
Since he said that Diao Yiwen’s manuscript can be ranked second, Diao Yiwen will definitely be ranked second, and will neither be ranked first nor ranked third.
He has this kind of confidence. Because he is Yanzishan.
…
"I don't have the confidence to win first place. I just learned a few days ago how well prepared everyone else was this time, and some people started writing half a year in advance. It only took me a few days to get the manuscript out, and I was sent to the hospital for the last part."
Wang Zixu squatted on the flower bed, lit a cigarette at the sunset, and said to Ye Lan on the other end of the phone.
As he spoke, he smiled, but his smile was a little bitter. He felt that he was getting more and more caught up in life. What's more, there are so many mosquitoes near the flower beds.
Ye Lan said with a "huhu" smile: "You don't have to belittle yourself too much. Don't forget that you are the one who achieved 16% retention from 6% in a day. I will not be surprised if any miracle happens to you."
"After all, those are two different things. No matter how much money you make, you may not be recognized by everyone. You see, the world's richest man also has a lot of people scolding him."
"That's true." Ye Lan said, "But if I become the richest man, I I don’t mind others scolding me.”
“The uncomfortable thing is that when you are poor, a bunch of people come over and scold you.”
Ye Lan burst out laughing, but Wang Zixu didn’t laugh. Because he is talking about personal experience, and no matter how funny the personal experience is, it still makes people laugh.
Ye Lan said: "Guess, where am I now?"
Wang Zixu said: "You are not here to attend the literary conference, are you?"
"Uh-huh." Ye Lan said softly, "Zuo Ziliang is here too. We are all here to see you."
Wang Zixu blocked his face: "What should I do with the company? Isn't it making money? What's so interesting about this crappy article?"
"It's so lively, where can it be? Broke? Today is your big day, we must come."
"I feel a lot of pressure from you."
"If you can't get the ranking, we'll just watch it," Ye Lan said.
After saying that, she said again: "Hey, how many names do you expect of yourself?"
"I have no expectations."
After saying that, he felt that this was too hypocritical, and changed his words: "I hope to get at least 5th place. If I can get 5th place, I can give an explanation to Nanda and Ning Chunyan. When I return to the unit, I won't be so embarrassed."
“What about yourself?”
“Huh?”
Ye Lan asked: “Do you think finishing fifth is worthy of your own efforts and dedication?”
This is a good question.
Wang Zixu considered the face of Ning Chunyan and Nanda, as well as the discord in the unit. He considered everything. Only he didn't consider his own thoughts.
He was very touched that Ye Lan could pay attention to him in this situation.
It has been many years since anyone cared about Wang Zixu’s thoughts.
He was silent for a long time, and then said: "Many times, if you don't work hard, you will be rewarded."
"But you must always believe that good things will happen. Happen. ”
“I hope so.”
“How many names do you think you can get with your efforts?”
"No. 5."
"Tch, no future." Ye Lan sneered, "Just make money in Wenwen. At least your earning power does not need to be rated by others."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu still felt that he couldn't drink Ye Lan's chicken soup.在过往30年的人生里，他几乎没有碰上多少算“好事”的事情。
试想想，这次如果没有宁春宴帮把手，他会如何呢？ There was no way he was going to make it to the third round. What does this have to do with hard work?他当年怎么会知道，因为他没有努力谈恋爱，导致今天的征文失败。 How could he have calculated this?
如果强行让自己相信鸡汤，恐怕大概率会失望吧。
But if this sentence is changed to "work hard until something good finally happens", it would be more appropriate, because that's what he did.
The good things he encountered were concentrated in these few months. Zuo Ziliang, Ning Chunyan, Ye Lan... If he hadn't kept getting up from the ground and finally developed a bronze head and iron arms, he wouldn't have been able to meet them. Wang Zixu felt that he was generally quite happy, at least God didn't let him live until he was sixty years old.
As for the "bad things" he encountered before the age of 30, he wanted to make a Shi Tiesheng-style declaration: If there are things I haven't said, don't think I've forgotten them. I forgot nothing. Some things are only suitable for collection. They cannot be said or thought about, but they cannot be forgotten.
He will silently remember these "bad things", one stroke at a time, and when the critical moment comes, he will look them up and see, oh, you still owe money here.
In the square, the white headlights lit up one after another, "click, click, click", making a crisp sound. Several intersecting shadows appeared at Wang Zixu's feet.
“I am a copper pea that cannot be steamed, boiled, beaten flat, or stir-fried.”
He dropped the cigarette butt and walked towards the venue.
“都让让，今天豌豆要来打人了。”
……
The square is already crowded with people. The viewing area is divided into inner and outer courts. You can sit in the inner court, half of which are government units. There are standing signs next to it to indicate which unit is sitting where. When Wang Zixu passed by his unit, someone saw him.
"Zhixu! This way, this way!"
Wang Zixu turned his head and glanced, just smiled slightly, without stopping.
Song Yinglian frowned: "Where is he going?"
Guo Ranran stood up: "He sat in the first three rows!"
Hearing this, many colleagues stood up and looked over their heads.
The first three rows are where the city leaders and special guests sit. How could Wang Zixu sit there without an invitation? Just ridiculous. Diao Yiwen secretly despised it, but she couldn't help but stretched her neck to look.
“Look, look, he’s really sitting in the third row!”
“What’s going on?” Gou Yingbiao’s nasally voice sounded from behind.
“Director Gou, Wang Zixu is sitting in the third row!”
…
“Professor Zhong.”
In the third row, Zhong Junmin waved to him and said concisely: “Sit.”
Wang Zixu sidled in and sat down next to Zhong Junmin. Zhong Junmin said nothing, but Wang Zixu couldn't bear it. He glanced left and right, then quickly retracted his gaze in fear.
As expected of the first three rows, everyone is a character who has appeared on TV. Some people are on local news, and some are on national news.
“Junior brother, junior brother!” Zhao Peilin lowered his body and shouted to him, “Come on!” It’s time to change something.”
“I know, but working hard is an attitude towards life.”
“Okay, then you should work hard too.”
Professor Zhong lowered his head and glanced at the two of them: "How about we change seats so that you two can chat more easily."
Wang Zixu said, "I'm sorry, Professor Zhong."
p>Zhao Peilin said: "Thank you, Professor Zhong."
Professor Zhong changed seats with Zhao Peilin, and Zhao Peilin sat next to him: "I heard , Xihe produces beauties. "
"On this occasion, we shouldn't talk about this kind of topic, right?"
"That's okay.
From a distance, Guo Ranran was still watching, looking around, then turned around and reported the situation: "Wang Zixu has really sat down and is still chatting with others!"
Gou Yingbiao looked ugly: "Call him!"
Xu Shichao held up his mobile phone: "I called, but I can't get through."
"There are too many people and the signal is not good."
Zhang Cannian sat on the chair with a comfortable expression: "Forget it, he can sit there if he has a seat, and they didn't drive him away."
Guo Ranran turned around and asked: "But why should he sit in the third row?"
"Yes, why?" Zhang Cannian laughed out loud. It is easy for young people to not see through some things.
While Guo Ranran was feeling indignant, she heard a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
The cheers started to spread from the outside. Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin were discussing what level of topics they should talk about so that they could pass the time without being obscene, when they heard the cheers.
So he raised his head. At this moment, as if possessed by his soul, he immediately looked in the right direction and saw the source of the cheers, and then he was shocked.
It was a feeling of spiritual enlightenment. Before Wu Yazi gave Xu Zhu the initiation, he slapped him on the forehead to destroy his martial arts. Wang Zixu was slapped just like Xu Zhu, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he felt dizzy, and he suddenly didn't know what to do.
Copper Pea has been wandering around the world for many years. He thought he was invulnerable. When his self-confidence was bursting, he suddenly saw his original intention. The steel-like skin can be broken by a poke, and the diamond-like will can't be defeated.
No matter how prepared a person is, he cannot prevent an attack from the softest part of his heart.
After 12 years, 3 months and 5 days, Wang Zixu saw Chen Qingluo alive again.
(End of this chapter)