Tong Tianshen replied slowly, "What does it mean that you didn't agree? It's clear that you invited me again and again, and Xiaoyou Jiang refused again and again. The situation is already very clear. Why can't the old man find a vacant behind him?"

"Mr. Tong, how come you are trying to find a bargain? It's clearly a blow-up!"

Cao Wendao, a professor in the Department of Mandarin at Zhendan University, shook his folding fan and advised: "Brother Ma, please be careful not to be impatient. Mr. Tong, you can calm down. I don't think this kind of thing depends on the enthusiasm of you two. The key is to look at Jiang Shuiyuan's own choice. Maybe they are not optimistic about Jinling University or Peking Normal University, so they recognize our Zhendan University? Our Zhendan University is the Jiangnan cultural context and the number one school in Shanghai-"

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Fang Quan, editor-in-chief of the magazine, quickly stepped forward to mediate: "The weather is hot now, and everyone is angry. We should be more considerate with each other and not hurt the harmony. I think Professor Cao said something just now very pertinently, that is, we cannot just focus on our own ideas, the key is to look at the choice of Jiang Shuiyuan. Whether we choose which school to study, or Chinese studies or literary creation, we must give enough respect. After all, the path of life is taken by ourselves, and others cannot interfere with it."

Ma Qingsheng shook his head and sighed, "That's right, but it's a pity that Jiang Shuiyuan doesn't engage in Chinese studies! Not only does he have a solid foundation in Chinese studies, but he is also extremely intelligent! I heard Mr. Ji and Mr. Qiao talk about the fact that their masters of each class compete with each other, and I really admire him. Not to mention ordinary undergraduates, even masters, doctoral students, and even doctoral professors who specialize in Chinese studies, there are not many who can compete with him!"

"Oh? Tell me!" Cao Wendao asked with interest.

Ma Qingsheng immediately told several couplets of the competition that day, and in minutes everyone present was shocked. Several professors finally understood why Ji Xun and Qiao Zhizhi valued this high school student so much. It was really rare to be talented! Then he looked at Jiang Shuiyuan with his eyes even more hot, and he wanted to pack it and take it back to school and take it as a closed disciple.

After a long time, the writer Wang Kanshan, who was sitting in the corner, shrugged: "It's just a few pairs, it's just a learning of romance. Is it amazing? If you can write a novel of a hundred thousand words and sell hundreds of thousands of copies, that's your real ability!"

Gu Ying, Han Shu, Bai Biwei and Guo Siming laughed happily. Although they did not agree, the expression on their faces revealed their support for Wang Kanshan's attitude.

Tong Tianshen, Cao Wendao, Ma Qingsheng and other professors who came out of the ivory tower were also laughing, but they sneered: In the eyes of writers, selling hundreds of thousands of novels is undoubtedly a manifestation of success; but in the eyes of scholars, this kind of fast-food youth literature that you love me, I love her, and has no connotation, even if you write three to five million words, every teenager in the country is not as valuable as a 30,000-word paper in the journal "Chinese Studies"! The paper has been decades, and people will study and read it in hundreds of years, but who will pay attention to the literary garbage in the past in decades?

President Wu Qifei smelled the strong smell of mutual contempt in the air, and quickly seized the opportunity and yelled: "Wu is really ignorant. After listening to Brother Qingsheng's introduction, he realized that Jiang Shuiyuan is a rare Chinese genius! Of course, his literary talent is also amazing. Although the two short poems participating in the preliminary competition are less than ten lines, each of them is meaningful and makes people chant again and again! After reading it and I, our editor-in-chief Fang Quanfang, immediately made a decision, put it on the list of the re-examinations, and specially explained to the front desk that when Classmate Jiang comes, he must invite him to come and meet him!"

Jiang Shuiyuan touched his nose: "Why is this? Did you think it taste good after eating an egg? Do you have to know the hen that lays the egg?"

Wu Qifei smiled even happier: "This metaphor is interesting! But seeing the golden egg but not looking for the hen that lays the golden egg is the biggest regret in life! What's more, after seeing myself, I became more convinced that I was a hen that lays the golden egg. By the way, do you have any manuscripts on hand? Our magazine will set up a column in the next few issues to promote the outstanding young writers who have made their mark in this composition competition. You are currently on the tentative list. Just two short poems are a bit thin. I hope you can provide more works for the editorial department to choose!"

"Sorry, no!" It was not that Jiang Shuiyuan deliberately refused Wu Qifei's kindness, but that he really had no manuscripts at hand. He either read books or did questions on weekdays, and only remembered to write things during composition classes and exams. Those things are basically topic-setting essays. They are too craftsmanship and are still far from real literary works. How can they be used to show off their ugly things?

Jiang Shuiyuan was afraid that he would not believe it, so he continued to explain: "In fact, these two short poems were just jokes during class. They were collected by our teachers and sent them to Shanghai to participate in the competition. I didn't expect that President Micheng and your Qingyan could enter the rematch, which is really a blessing!"

Wang Kanshan said with a sarcastic expression: "Oh, I didn't expect that the Chinese genius is still a literary genius who has become a poet in seven steps! That's right, now that you have time, we are not busy. Why don't you write a few casually? This will not only allow President Wu's magazine to have manuscripts, but also allow you to be convinced by everyone here, and the best of both worlds. How about it?"

Gu Ying, Han Shu, Bai Biwei, Guo Siming and others immediately shouted.

Jiang Shuiyuan did not comment on this. Because if he avoided the war, he would be considered cowardly; if he responded to the war, he would be regarded as frivolous. It would be better to be silent than to say a thousand words. The best thing is to Xu Shu enter Cao's camp - no one said.

"If you don't say anything, you mean your agreement?" Wang Kanshan said and shook the ballpoint pen in his hand, "Or what if you want to use "Ballpoint Pen" as the title?"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied:

Smoothness is the premise of smoothness

Until it is round and smooth

Exhausted all conscience

"Okay! It fits the characteristics of ballpoint pen, but it also implicitly ironizes the people's hearts. It's really a sharp tip!" Cao Wendao cheered loudly, "Since Jiang Shuiyuan has such talent and knowledge, maybe today's gathering is like the banquet at Tengwang Pavilion a thousand three hundred years ago, and has been passed down through the ages because of poetry. Since Cao cannot be the protagonist, he will be a supporting role in setting the topic and lie on the tail of a thousand-mile horse to be famous in future generations! My title is "Glasses". "As he said that, he took off his glasses and signaled to Jiang Shuiyuan.

When the river water source opens its mouth, it comes:

Let you see the world clearly

Make the world unable to see you

"Interesting, interesting, I'll be a fly too!" Han Shu raised the ZIppo lighter he was playing with, "Just this, "Lighter"!"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied lightly:

Who to meet

All can offer a bright heart

Match is too stupid

Only burn once

"I want to be a fly too!" "And me!" "You all wait a moment, let me, the old man, come first!" Everyone rushed to set questions, and the conference room suddenly turned into a vegetable market. Before they could make a fight, Jiang Shuiyuan raised his right index finger indifferently and shook it: "It's only three things! I said before that I don't sell myself or show off. The few nonsense poems I just swear to prove that I can write, but I'm too lazy to write them, not showing off. That's it! If you have nothing to do, then I'll say goodbye first!"

"Don't!" Editor-in-chief Fang Quan hurriedly stopped him.

Jiang Shuiyuan turned around and said, "You have something to do?"

Fang Quan said: "There are two things! The first one is what our president said just now. Our magazine will set up a column to promote the young writers who have made their mark in this competition, including you. To be honest, the two short poems you contributed are very excellent, and it is no problem to be selected as the best poem of the year. The three poems you read casually just now are also very good. Although they are not as good as those two before, they are also the best works of famous poets. So we will publish these poems in the next issue of the magazine. Is it OK?"

"Yes. What about the second one?"

"The second thing is that if you have any good works in the future, please send a manuscript. Our company promises to publish it as soon as possible, and the manuscript fee will be better! How about it?"

"It depends on the situation!" After saying that, Jiang Shuiyuan pushed the door and came out. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!