Chapter 209 Evil does not prevail over good
"Authority, just like a straight line in mathematics, is a theoretical concept. We can approach this concept, but we can never really achieve it.
"Because we are human beings, we will have emotions and desires, and we will have subjective judgments. One cannot always be right. "
After Zhong Junmin finished speaking, there was no expression on his carved face, only a slight smile could be seen in his eyes.
"What you have to do is to approach this line. ”
It approaches that line, but it can never reach that line, so it is infinitely approximated, that is, it becomes a function.
Wang Zixu felt that Professor Zhong’s mathematical attainments were very high, perhaps as high as his literary attainments. Because when he talks about literature, he doesn’t understand but is always awake; when he talks about mathematics, he understands but is confused.
“Can I become an authority if I approach this line?”
“It can be done, theoretically.”
“But what if the authority in reality doesn’t agree? "
"Then he is not an authority in theory."
"But he is still an authority in reality."
Wang Zixu finally couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Then what's the use of approaching that line?"
Professor Zhong Junmin stared at him for a long time, and finally said:
"That's awesome."
"..."
Seeing Wang Zixu’s speechless face, Professor Zhong patted him on the shoulder:
“If a curved line thinks it is straight, then in its eyes, there is no straight line in the world.
“If other lines also think it is straight, then there will be no straight line in the world.
“So, you have to correct it.”
Wang Zixu felt a little desperate: "But, there is no straight line in the world, not even myself, how can I correct it?"
"Then do it."
Wang Zixu looked at Zhong Junmin, shocked that Professor Zhong could say such a thing.
“Fuck him,” Zhong Junmin said again, “Although you have no power, no power, no money, no status, but you have an advantage, you know?”
The prince shook his head like a rattle.
“You are straighter than him.”
After saying that, Zhong Junmin laughed, strode away with his hands behind his back.
"Remember, evil does not prevail against good!..."
Professor Zhong's back swayed and disappeared under the bright skylight outside the shelter of the acacia tree, like the end of a straight line breaking through the edge of the horizon, becoming a dark spot in the distance.
Wang Zixu stood there for a long time.
What a good guy. A good thing is that evil does not overwhelm good.
He couldn’t say whether Professor Zhong’s answer was correct, but it was indeed the only option at the moment.
The prince turned back and walked towards the club. I thought to myself, fuck him.
When passing by the basketball court, I stopped for two seconds, then took off my clothes, slowly rolled up my sleeves, and ran inside.
“Add me one!”
…
In the evening, Wang Zixu returned to the magazine office wearing sweat-soaked clothes. Fortunately, there is no one in the club.
The situation in the office is similar to what I saw during the day. The manuscript papers are still crowded, and I can’t tell whether it is more messy or neater.
But judging from the neatly stacked and marked samples on the Ningchun banquet table, the main work has been completed.
This made him a little embarrassed. I was planning to work overtime in the evening, clear the backlog of work at hand, and tidy up the office.
But before that, you have to deal with the soaked clothes.
As Xiaohan approaches, the weather is so cold that the sweat cannot be dried easily. A layer of sweat appears on the body, and soon it becomes as cold as pearls and crystals. It sticks to the body like a skin, rolling between clothes and skin.
What’s more, he didn’t just sweat one layer, he sweated several times. Just hold a pocket under your armpit with your hands and water will drip out. The material of his clothes is not suitable for basketball.
After Wang Zi closed the window and made sure there was no room for air leakage, he took off his shirt, twisted it a few times, and then hung it on a hanger under the air conditioner.
Then he opened a pack of rolling paper, using two compartments at a time, first wiping his neck, then his armpits, with his back facing the air conditioner.
Because I just finished playing basketball, my body is still hot, so I can withstand it for a while. When he was unzipping his pants and rubbing his groin, there was a scream from behind, and then a cold wind hit him.
He quickly turned around, only to see Ning Chunyan standing at the door, eyes wide open, magazine manuscripts scattered on the floor at his feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Wipe, wipe the sweat...”
Ning Chunyan stared at him, her eyes rolling, as if she was weighing which one was more likely between Wang Zi’s false rhetoric and “playing a hooligan”.
Fortunately, she agreed with his explanation.
“Why are you wiping your sweat?”
“I just played basketball for a while.”
“Put your clothes on quickly. I can’t accept it when you are shirtless like this.”
Needless to say, he planned to put on clothes too. The wet shirt was on my body, and my newly dried back began to feel uncomfortable again.
Ning Chunyan picked up the manuscript papers scattered on the ground and said:
"The manuscripts have been selected. The little prince's "New Year's Day" is the top one, followed closely by Xiao Mengyin's manuscript, and then there are many manuscripts by young writers. The manuscript by the fox you recommended last time is also included."
The prince nodded: "Then I will communicate with her."
“I originally planned to keep the manuscript, but after discussing it with Lu Qingxuan and the others, I decided not to keep it at all, and made a very strong issue. In short, it is very strong and invincible.”
Wang Zixu nodded: “Invincible.”
There is no mistake in every article, every post, every content, one by one!
"Then I thought, this issue has an all-star lineup, we can't waste it. We need to work harder on publicity, maybe advertising, the price is so expensive."
"This money can't be saved."
Hearing the name "An Younan", Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back, and beads of sweat seemed to start rolling out again.
Ning Chunyan added: "But it was not pleasant to talk to her last time, so I am a little embarrassed to find her."
Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief and followed the trend: "It is better to work on your own, so as not to be looked down upon by others."
Ning Chunyan stared at Wang Zixu, seeming to want something. From her perspective, the last time she brought Wang Zixu to meet An Younan, the other party had a good impression of him. If Wang Zixu asked for help, it would be a lot less embarrassing.
Wang Zixu looked at her eyes and knew what she was planning. But he pretended not to see it. Don't dare to pick up the fight at all.
Tell a joke: An Younan has a very good impression of him.
Ning Chunyan rolled up her temples and said, "Forget it, you're busy too. By the way, the seminar on "Fire in the Stone" should start tomorrow, right?"
“Yeah.”
“Although it’s too late to say now, it seems okay if I go to participate?”
Wang Zixu shook his head: "Forget it, you might as well not go. Shen Qingfeng also wants to participate. It's embarrassing for you to go."
Ning Chunyan nodded, then stretched out a finger and said: "Now, you said this, but it doesn't mean that I don't value you. Last time Shi I've been to Shuqiu's seminars, it's just human nature, don't worry about it. "
"You are sensitive enough, I didn't think much about it."
Ning Chunyan's expression turned serious again after they chatted for a while.
“Your seminar tomorrow...”
“What’s wrong?”
Ning Chunyan thought for a while, and finally seemed to have made up his mind, and just whispered: "You have to work hard."
"Why should I work hard?"
"Come on and hold on."
He felt that she was strangely worried, serious and a little cute.
Ning Chunyan went home.
Before leaving, she found a new towel for him (don’t know why there was a towel here) and asked him to continue wiping his sweat.
Wang Zixu didn’t even wipe it. The sweat on my body has dried. After ordering takeout, he sat down to work on the rest of the manuscript.
Working until nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Zixu left the office with the leftover takeout box, locked the door, went downstairs, and threw the takeout box into the trash can.
I was clapping my hands when I suddenly saw a familiar black Lexus in the yard, but I couldn’t remember why.
Only when the car door opened and a driver with a shaved head got out of the car did he understand the source of this familiar feeling.
“How did you find me this time?”
“I heard that you are at work.”
“Then what if I work overtime until after 10 o’clock?”
“Then I will get off work.”
Wang Zixu felt quite speechless, and the driver was not polite and said directly:
"Miss An, please come."
Wang Zixu said: "What is the reason for this time?"
The driver said: "Miss An said, It was she who invited Shi Tonghe to attend your seminar."
After saying that, he quickly added: "These are her original words, and she asked me to convey them unchanged."