Chapter 235 How to Pretend to Have Read a Hundred Classic Books
Chen Qingluo doesn’t quite understand why An Younan can smile like this: the two earrings on her small ears are gently swaying, her knees are half bent, and the thin dress outlines two thrilling curves on her waist and hips.
Gu Xuan walked over and said hello pretending to be nonchalant: "Miss An, what makes you so happy?"
An Younan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and slowly He straightened up and said, "Well, Mr. Gu is here just in time. Come and see how my friend is quarreling with the Confucian scholars."
Gu Xuan glanced downstairs: "Your friend, is this Wang Zixu?"
"Yes," An Younan smiled as brightly as a flower.
Gu Xuan looked back at Chen Qingluo, who hesitated to speak.
The host’s voice sounded downstairs:
“Teacher Zizixu! Teacher Zixu, please control the length of your speech. There are other teachers who want to speak later.”
"Teacher Wang, the length of our discussion is limited," the host said with a smile, "Shall we let the next teacher speak? You have been speaking for 30 minutes alone."
Xiao Mengyin raised her hands at the side: "He can continue talking, I have no objection."
She wished that Wang Zixu kept talking until the end of the discussion, so that she would not have to speak.
According to Wang Zixu’s strict standards, she suddenly felt very unsure of what she was going to say and would stumble when she spoke later.
The pressure is too much.
The host said: "I'm sorry, but we have other processes later."
Wang Zixu thought about Quan Zhixu. It would be too uncomfortable if he was interrupted in the middle and couldn't finish his breath. He said in an almost begging tone:
"The next speech doesn't take long, really."
The host shook his head silently.
In the stands on the second floor, An Younan frowned and complained loudly: "Oh, it's boring!"
Gu Xuan glanced at her, dialed the phone and said, "Let Wang Zixu continue to speak.
"Well, let him talk... let him talk as long as he wants. "
An Younan cast a grateful look at Gu Xuan: "Thank you! "
Gu Xuan put away the phone and smiled softly: "You're welcome. I also want to appreciate how your friend can quarrel with other scholars. ”
After a pause, he added: "I also want to see what kind of charm he has that makes you both come to help him."
An Younan immediately captured the message in these words. Xi Liang glanced at Chen Qingluo in surprise:
"She also came to beg you for Wang Zixu?"
Gu Xuan smiled and said nothing.
Chen Qingluo turned her head and didn't want to speak.
No answer means you have already answered. An Younan raised his head, showing a narrow look.
Downstairs at this time, the host pressed the headset, nodded his head, looked embarrassed, and then said:
"Teacher Wang Zixu, we have received the opinions of the organizing committee, you can continue to speak..."
Wang Zixu was about to sit down, but was stunned after hearing this, and immediately stood up, not polite at all:
"Really? Then let me continue. By the way, do you have water? You are a little thirsty."
If the camera hadn't been pointed at the host, he would have rolled his eyes to the sky - do you want to listen to what you are saying? Do you also know that you said you were thirsty?
But I just received the command from the main control dispatcher, and a big shot spoke. I knew that the person in front of me might have a very important background, so I could only try my best to hold back and say to the service lady next to me:
"Is there any water? Please give him a drink."
The young lady in cheongsam said: "There is no water, only drinks, is that okay?"
Wang Zixu said: "Let's have a Coke."
"There is no Coke. There is Dry. Martini."
Wang Zixu said: "Then have a glass of Dry Martini."
He drank it and gargled it in his mouth, and realized that he had been fooled. This was wine, and wine would not quench his thirst. But now he was too embarrassed to ask others to change his drink, so he had no choice but to continue speaking.
An Younan on the second floor saw his country bumpkin drinking style and laughed so hard that he almost fainted. He lay on the railing and gasped, which was very unladylike.
Chen Qingluo finally couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Excuse me, what's so funny?"
An Younan straightened up: "I think it's funny."
Chen Qingluo was quite unhappy: "Miss An , I think you treat him as your toy. "
"Whether I treat him as a toy or a friend, does it matter to you?"
"It does matter. As his old friend, I don't want him to be treated as a toy by anyone."
The two were tit for tat, and Gu Xuan found that the topic was becoming more and more embarrassing.
He took a sip of coffee and slipped away on the pretext of going there to meet an acquaintance.
Chen Qingluo and An Younan stared directly at each other, and at the same time faced each other's direct gaze without fear.
An Younan said: "I can't control if you like him. But it's quite uncomfortable to control me in the name of a friend."
Chen Qingluo's breathing suddenly became disordered and said: "Who told you that I like him?"
"I can see it myself," An Younan said, "I used to have a friend who said that women in love will become famous detectives. I was still disdainful, but now I realize that what she said is true.
"If you like someone, what he is thinking, what he wants, and the attitude of the people around him... are all clear at a glance, and you don't even need to think about it. So I can see that you, like, like him. "
Chen Qingluo suppressed her breathing: "So, you like him too. ”
“Yes, isn’t this obvious at a glance? I'm not hiding it. "
"Then I have to remind you that he is married. ”
An Younan said with a nonchalant expression: "I know. What's wrong?"
Chen Qingluo frowned: "If you still pester him after he gets married, it's the behavior of a mistress."
"Then I will be a mistress."
Chen Qingluo opened her eyes slightly, and An Younan tucked her hair behind her ears:
"What's wrong, you look down on the mistress?"
"No one looks down on the mistress."
"I still look down on you," An Younan said, "I dare not say what I want, but I dare not do what I want to do. I use all kinds of excuses to cover up my weakness and cowardice. If I can't even satisfy my own desires, do I still deserve to be called a human being?"
An Younan's eyes flashed and his tone was firm:
“I have sworn since I was a child that I will get what I want. I can live however I want, and no one can stop me!”
…
Zhuang Die was just twenty-five years old when he came to the Guxuan Salon to participate in the seminar.
When a person is twenty-five years old, his brain is flexible, his metabolism is fast, he will not gain weight no matter what he eats, and he will not catch a cold without a quilt at night. This is the most confident age in a person's life.
But there is also a disadvantage, that is, I have not suffered much. If you suddenly give a person a blow to a person who has never suffered, it's like if you tell him you have cancer, his first reaction will definitely be disbelief.
How could I get cancer? How could I possibly suffer? My body is healthy and long-lived, and my life is smooth sailing - this kind of thinking habit is inevitable. This was also the case when Wang Zixu was twenty-five years old.
So when Zhuang Die heard Wang Zixu’s speech, his first reaction was: I’m afraid he was not crazy, and he dared to confront everyone.
The second reaction is that everyone has clicked on him, so he can’t possibly fight back one by one, right? ... Damn it, is he really quarreling one after another?
Then he thought again, he couldn’t possibly have read all the books he mentioned, right?
If Wang Zi’s words that only cover one or two aspects, it may really hit the direction of his research.
But he covers everything, and he can speak a few words about what everyone says. The greatest possibility of covering everything is to fail to cover everything.
Zhuang Die had reasonable suspicion that he might just know a few names and attack everyone with a strong posture, bluffing everyone. In fact, he doesn't understand it himself.
It is difficult to pretend to be an engineer, but it is easy to pretend to be a writer. There is also a special book, "How to Pretend to Have Read One Hundred Classics", which sold very well, and readers bought it home only to find that they had been deceived. But at least it shows that the general public has this need.
The more he heard about it, the more he felt that his suspicion was quite reasonable.
Zhuang Die was just about to organize his words. When Wang Zixu finished speaking, he questioned him fiercely, but Meng Xin beside him spoke up first.
"Sorry, sorry... let me interrupt," Meng Xin said to Wang Zixu, "Can I ask you a question?"
Wang Zixu was talking eloquently, and his thoughts were going smoothly, when he was suddenly interrupted, turned his head and looked over, and asked: "What's the question?"
Meng Xin’s voice was cold: “I accept your criticism just now, but you mentioned Sully Prudhomme, the winner of the first Nobel Prize for Literature. If you are not a professional in 18th-century poetry, you don’t even know his name. You said that I read too little German. I want to ask, have you read his poems yourself?”
Wang Zixu After being stunned for a moment, Meng Xin then added: "I think if you haven't read it yourself and you come to criticize me with these names, I won't feel uncomfortable, but I feel a little, a little bit..." She considered the words for a while, and then found a suitable but not elegant word: "It's a bit pretentious."
The scene was in an uproar, and whispers sounded from all directions. On the one hand, it was because the beauty used vulgar language, and on the other hand, it was in response to her doubts.
As soon as Meng Xin finished speaking, a seat across from her, the writer who had been criticized by Wang Zixu just now said:
"I agree with Meng Xin. It's not that I disagree with the questioning, but you can't just memorize a list of names to prove that I am wrong. You said I haven't read it, have you read it yourself?"
“I have read it,” said Wang Zixu, “I have read it, friend.”
Zhuang Die raised his voice and joined the battle: “Friend, how many writers have you read? Ten? Twenty? Is this a normal amount of reading for a writer?
"But what you just listed is more than this number. Do you dare to say that you have read them all?"
Wang Zixu said seriously: "I have read them all."
"It's not that I doubt you, what's your major? As far as I know, you became a monk halfway, not a major. Have you really studied all of them? When did you study?"
Zhuang Die said he had no doubts, but in fact he was. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion on the stage, and people expressed the same doubts.
We are all literati, so we would not do this kind of behavior normally, it is not very decent.
But this time, Wang Zixu just pointed at them and scolded them. If it was disrespectful, it was him who was disrespectful first.
We all have a good reputation and fans. If you don’t respond immediately on the spot, you will suffer a boring loss. You will be jumped in the face afterwards, which will affect your worth.
It would be disgusting if someone said something like, "Prince Wang questioned your family's reading level, why didn't your master say a word? He must have a guilty conscience!"
Wang Zixu said: "But I have indeed read them all. Why can't I read these books if I am not from a major? Don't you also claim to have read 5 billion books?"
Meng Xin said: "Zhuang Die has been on "The Most Powerful Brain", and the program team has helped prove his reading volume. There is also the original video online, you can check it out. Your reading volume is what you 'claim'."
The scene was noisy again. When the host saw this, he had to intervene and raised his hands and said:
"Everyone, everyone, I'm sorry, I interrupt, our discussion does not have a question session."
Zhuang Die spread his hands and said: "So, let him attack us who spoke first. Are we not allowed to refute him on the spot? "
"Didn't you attack me first?"
"I didn't name him by name"
"This is called hypocrisy."
The scene exploded immediately, and several people started talking at once, their voices mixed in, and no one could hear clearly what was said.
The onlookers were completely attracted. It is not common for writers to fight in public. The camera shutter clicked. The scene was chaotic. Xiao Mengyin hid aside and shivered.
The cameras were all facing Wang Zixu. She was sitting next to him, so half of the cameras were facing her. Today's scene will definitely hit the Internet again. Even if she doesn't want this traffic, it won't work.
“Calm down, calm down, everyone,” the host said, “Let’s at least let Wang Zixu finish his speech first and then ask questions, okay?...”
Halfway through his words, the voice from the main console came from the headset: "Let them make noise."
"What?" the host asked softly.
“Add an extra questioning session to the scene to let them argue,” the host said. “Go in order and question one by one.”
The host was immediately puzzled: just now the host was clearly biased towards Wang Zixu, and now he is clearly not letting him have an easy time, but why?
He has a high level of professionalism and did not bring his doubts to the face. He said into the microphone:
"Well, I just received news from the organizing committee. Since teachers have opinions, we will temporarily add a question and answer session and ask all teachers to speak in turn."
After finishing speaking, there was a pause. After listening to the host's arrangements, the host added: "Teacher Zhuang Die, please speak first."
Zhuang Die immediately became energetic, stood up and said:
“Teacher Wang Zixu, you are questioning whether the teachers have read enough. According to your logic, if you have not read, you have to shut up.
“Then can we question whether you have read the books you mentioned? It's all mutual, right? This is considered mutual questioning. Do you agree? "
The prince nodded, Zhuang Die said: "Okay, you agree. Then let me ask you, when I was 23 years old, I was a graduate student in the Literature Department of Peking University and participated in the Strongest Brain. What were you doing when you were 23 years old? ”
Wang Zixu said: "I just started working and am working as a business editor in a small unit in Xihe."
Zhuang Die laughed: "You are working as a business editor in a small unit in Xihe. What you do is not literature work, and you are not a literature major. Where did you come from? Do you have the time and motivation to read the books you mentioned?
“In addition, if you really have read so many books, you wouldn’t have read them all in one day. You must have already had some talent. Why did you become popular on the Internet at the age of 30 and have not published a single book yet? ”
This was a heart-wrenching comment, and even others felt that his question was a bit poisonous and heart-wrenching.
Looking at Wang Zixu again, he was indifferent.
Wang Zixu’s expression is a bit strange.
His expression was three parts angry, six parts funny, and one part dumbfounded.
"About a year ago, my boss also asked me this question," Wang Zixu said. "He thought that for a small character like me, what I do in school is just pretentious."
When Wang Zixu thought of Director Gou, Lin Feng, and Guo Ranran, a maniacal smile surged from his abdomen.
It is not a happy smile, but a sad, helpless, and absurd smile.
“Now, you ask me this question again, as if a man who is about to enter middle age must make money honestly.
"Actually, I just like it. I like reading, so I read it. Is this answer difficult to accept?"
He thought for a while and then said: "My leader didn't believe it either, so I said, You can test me. I have read as many books as you have read.
“Now I can still say that I have read the things you have read, and I have read the things you have not read, so you can come and test me. ”