Chapter 138 You are worthy of the surname Zhao
Zhao Peilin floated over, wearing a small Taoist robe, with a casual expression and slightly narrowed eyes, looking like a master.
He wants everyone to imagine him as an expert. In fact, many people do think so. The crowd queuing at the door automatically moved away, making way for him with frightened eyes.
Only Lu Qingxuan asked honestly and blankly: "Sorry, who are you?"
Zhao Peilin suddenly felt a little ashamed: "I am your senior brother! Have you forgotten? The last time you went to ask Professor Zhong a question, I was right next to you, and I even gave you a few pointers. My surname is Zhao, and the 'Zhao' in 'You deserve to be named Zhao', do you remember it?"
Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Oh, I remembered it."
She actually didn't think about it. The confused look on her face did not disappear at all, and bystanders such as Wang Zixu knew from her expression that she must not have thought of it.
The boy next to him came over and whispered: "Brother Zhao Peilin is a disciple of Teacher Zhong and was our last student union president. He also participated in the orientation meeting before."
Lu Qingxuan really remembered this time, and said firmly with eyes: "I remember."
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 most valuable class. At the same time, his work is also a specially invited manuscript of our Nanjing University. It is still hanging on the fourth floor of the library. "
A girl from the student union stood up suddenly: "Is that him? Is he the guest author of NTU?"
Hearing her words, half of the basketball court became noisy.
“Is he the one who snatched the special invitation slot from our Chinese Department of NTU?”
“It turns out to be him! I asked him why he has such a rich background. It turns out he brought an art investment teacher here.”
"No wonder you are so confident. You don't have any fear in fighting Lu Qingxuan. Come on, here comes another big guy."
"Oh my god, people of this level also need to take the exam, right? Take the exam with us? Is it true? ”
Some of the students who came to sign up complained about this, while others didn’t know it and looked at Wang Zixu with the eyes of an alien.
I don’t know what the people looking at the cattle are thinking, but the cattle 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."
Although Zhao Peilin warned Wang Zixu as a senior before the competition: 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 accuse you.
Facts have proved that Zhao Peilin is a bit too pessimistic when it comes to the memory of the people. A few months have passed, but the events of the literary meeting have not disappeared with time. Now that they are mentioned, the students can still remember it vividly and can still get 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. The sour taste left came out of my mouth, and I whispered to the side to check it out.
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 Nanjing University. If he doesn't come, he will lose face. Brothers and sisters in charge of the review, please don't embarrass him."
After saying that, he paused. He paused, looked sternly, and then said: "Also, I don't want to hear about occupying the NTU quota. If you want to say occupation, it means occupying my quota. I didn't say anything. What do you have to complain about?"
Lu Qingxuan stood up holding her skirt, with a cold face: "So it's you."
It was fine when she was sitting, but when she stood up, Wang Zixu realized that this girl's legs were really long.
Lu Qingxuan asked again: "Did you write "A Safe Road Ahead"?"
Wang Zixu said: "Have you read it?"
"Yes. Everyone in this session has read it."
The prince smiled falsely: "I didn't expect that Xihe Literary Society is quite influential."
Lu Qingxuan looked serious: "Why didn't you tell me? 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 another school, I would have looked down on you, let alone Professor Zhong."
Wang Zixu laughed 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 actually quite good that you came to me just now. It's wonderful. I also used some tricks to win. "
"There's no need to say anything to show respect."
Lu Qingxuan's tone was a bit stubborn. After that, she whispered: "I had a good time just now."
Wang Zixu was a little embarrassed for a moment. He was familiar with girls with cold faces and could handle them. But when she suddenly changed her face and sounded enthusiastic, he had no choice but to hold back. She grabbed her own information on the table and said: "Then the registration is complete, right? Can I leave?"
Lu Qingxuan said: "No."
She sat down and sorted out the information and said: "Leave a name and contact information, and pay the registration fee on the website within a week. And print the admission ticket, and scan it. "
Lu Qingxuan stretched out his phone, and there was a QR code on the screen. Wang Zixu asked, "What is this?"
"This is my WeChat, add a friend."
"Do all those who 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 said subconsciously: "But I have a partner."
The tool man next to him immediately looked horrified.
Lu Qingxuan stared at him seriously at first, then her face gradually turned red. The prince thought that it was a bad idea.
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 is exactly the time before the postgraduate entrance exam today.
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 is 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. He doesn't know where he is."
His original intention was to comfort, but he happened to step on a thunderbolt. Lu Qingxuan felt pain, turned her face and glared, startling the tool boy.
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 pass the exam."< /p>
Lu Qingxuan seemed not to hear what he said, 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, then raised his head and saw a girl with a delicate appearance, she immediately calmed down and politely said: "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."
"Are you considering adjusting?"
"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 weak, so I studied on my own a little. I came here to take the exam just for fun. If I pass the exam, I will go to school. If I don't, forget it."
She said this with a bit of calmness and a humble tone, but it was also Versailles. She is not just taking the exam for fun, she has 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, the people around him had already gathered around to discuss:
"Today is really strange. The first place in Xihe Literary Society has just left, and the second place has come. This postgraduate entrance examination party will suffer a lot, crowded with so many great people."
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 coming to graduate school."
Lu Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know him?"
Diao Yiwen nodded: “I was in the same company before.”
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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. Does your cafeteria cater to foreigners? I'll have a meal here at noon."
"That's good, I'll take you around the campus, okay? It’s to familiarize yourself with the environment in advance and introduce us to Nanjing University.”
“Very good.”
Zhao Peilin led Wang Zixu on a winding path, spreading his arms and drawing a circle in the air, as if he wanted to try his best to include the entire campus, but he failed.
Nanda 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 has the greatest influence in the literary world?"
Wang Zixu was thoughtful: "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, Chinese at Nanda and Peking University are indeed equally famous, but in fact this is not the case academically. Peking University's Chinese Department has produced some cultural celebrities, but the number and quality of papers and the teaching system are still much inferior to Nanda. "
Wang Zi nodded: “So the people think that the two are equally famous, and only the students of this school know the difference.” br>
“So, will Peking University have the same idea? Will they think that their side is second to none?”
Zhao Peilin He curled his lips and said: "They are arrogant and arrogant, like frogs at the bottom of a well, wearing a crown just like a monkey, shaking a tree with an earthworm..."
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 know.”
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 asked: "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 Situi."
"Born in Linköping, Sweden, a city with thick fog and clouds."
"Believe in love, believe in beauty, believe in good taste, believe in humanity, and stick to it all 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 eighteen lifetime judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature, and Mo Yan was nominated and awarded the prize. Awarded. The old man liked NTU very much and said that he had left memories like flowers here. He originally requested that his ashes be buried under the campus, but it did not comply with the regulations. In the end, he could only erect a statue like this to express his condolences. ”
After saying that, he sighed: "Eighteen Arhats. I wonder who will fill his vacancy."
Wang Zixu looked at the bronze old man, and the more he looked at it, the more cute he felt. Although he had encouraged himself with the opportunity of the Nobel Prize in Literature before, he had never felt 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 be able to contact domestic writers at all. Even if it can be contacted, it will always be separated by a layer. And this old man is an alumnus of our Nanjing University. Our Nanjing 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 Nanda's special status, but he did not expect that it would have 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 attach too much importance to the ideas of foreigners. Of course, the Chinese people have the final say about our domestic literary pyramid. Come, I will take you to see half of the domestic literary world."
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