No matter how hard Pu Xiaoxiang works, the warm-up matches on the weekend will definitely not be used. After all, the competition is imminent. Fortunately, I don’t know if it was Mr. Ge’s extra mercy or the time for the final of the Olympic Mathematical Olympiad has changed, but the weekend has not been completed, which has allowed Jiang Shuiyuan to get the opportunity to participate and also made everyone in the Chinese Studies Association breathe a sigh of relief.

On Saturday morning, Jiang Shuiyuan brought the whole team to Shanyang High School half an hour in advance. Unexpectedly, Lan Fang was already waiting at the school gate and quickly came up: "President Jiang, welcome you to come, we are shining!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "Where are, we are here today to learn advanced experience from all colleagues in Shanyang High School!"

Lan Fang's expression was obviously stagnant, and she immediately smiled and said, "We are learning from each other and making progress together! Come on, please come inside."

When I walked into the campus, I saw the bustling inside, with many people standing in groups on the roadside chatting, as if waiting for a major event to begin. Jiang Shuiyuan was a little confused: "President Lan, do you have other activities today?"

"No! As far as I know, it seems to be a warm-up match between our two societies."

Jiang Shuiyuan thoughtful: "It seems that the problem of Chinese studies lies in the fact that your Shanyang High School has a good mass base. No wonder he can cultivate President Lan and President Tan with outstanding talents!"

"Uh..." Lan Fang couldn't help but speak out, but she deserved to be trained in the Chinese studies and had a very quick talent and quickly reacted: "Thanks to President Jiang's praise. I think the reason why so many people can come is not because of the good mass base of our school, but because of President Jiang's charm. I heard that last year, President Jiang participated in the Chinese studies and the audience was crowded with people, and there was a huge crowd!"

As if he was making footnotes to Lan Fang's point of view, a familiar figure popped up from the side as he spoke: "Oh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh, handsome senior, long time no see, have you missed me? I miss you very seriously every day!"

Jiang Shuiyuan was startled: "Wu Yangzhen? It's been a long time since we met. Why do you feel like you have changed? Is this the legendary addiction to learning and becoming more and more beautiful?"

"Of course!" Wu Yangzhen raised her chin proudly, "Sure enough, those who gave birth to me, those who knew me were handsome men and seniors. Just say this, I will praise you for your whole life!"

Wu Zichen couldn't help but jump out: "Hey, ugly girl Zhen, you might have gone to Goryeo during the winter vacation, right? You can only hide this from your eyes and you can't deceive DNA!"

Wu Yangzhen looked at Wu Yangzhen coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't talk to mentally retarded, comrades and blind people. Unfortunately, you have taken all three of them. In order to avoid embarrassment and not affect the pure friendship between the builders of harmonious, beautiful modern and powerful countries, please shut up. Thank you for your cooperation!"

"you!"

Wu Yangzhen waved at the river water source: "Okay, handsome senior, goodbye!"

"Why, don't you watch the game?" Lan Fang was a little surprised.

Wu Yangzhen curled her lips: "What's the best thing about the competition? Can we have our handsome seniors? I came here just to see the handsome seniors. Now people have watched it and expressed their feelings. What else can I miss? Do you see that you are so cruel that you are all over the ground?"

"I!"

Wu Yangzhen completed the double kill cleanly, then shook her sleeves, and left with a light and light cloud. A group of people who were engaged in the Chinese studies debate looked at each other and began to doubt their choice: Is it really not good to have Chinese studies debate? I am still waiting for the girl to appreciate my calmness and eloquence standing on the stage, pointing at the mountains and rivers!

Everyone followed Lan Fang to the lounge next to the No. 1 stair classroom. There were already several people sitting in it, such as Zhou Zhihu, director of Huai'an Prefecture Museum, who is Zhang Hong, a researcher at Huai'an Prefecture Library. They are both old acquaintances who met many times in the last competition. Jiang Shuiyuan took the initiative to come forward and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhang. I haven't seen you for a year in a blink of an eye, and health is better than before!"

Zhou Zhihu and others were even more impressed by Jiang Shuiyuan, and they also stood up to greet him. Zhang Hong smiled and stepped forward to pat Jiang Shuiyuan's shoulder affectionately: "Young man is more energetic! We just talked about you, saying that in just one year, you not only wrote a best-selling novel, but also published a monograph on the thesis of Chinese studies. The future is really unlimited! How about it, are you determined to study at the National College of Jingshi University in the future?"

Zhou Zhihu shook his big, shiny head: "What does it mean? That's a sure thing, and he definitely didn't run away! Xiao Jiang is really good. I read the article you published in Ancient Literature Review. It was written in both novel and solid, and very insightful! If I weren't afraid of delaying your study, I would have wanted to bring you into our Huai'an Prefecture National Society. By the way, I am still the editorial board member of the Huaiyin Academy. If you have any papers you don't have enough weight to publish core journals and feel a pity to put them next to you, you can send them to us at any time, and we warmly welcome you!"

Although Jiang Shuiyuan knew that there was no difference between the promotional advertisements of "Huaiyin Journal" and the Putian Group, he was still very grateful to his Sheng Yi: "It must, it must!"

Seeing that Jiang Shuyuan was so easy to talk to, Zhou Zhihu continued to put a burden on him: "Xiao Jiang, I have to work hard this year, don't have any more accidents, and strive to win the provincial championship! The Chinese studies debate has been held for dozens of sessions, and our Huaian Prefecture has never been to blame. Speaking of which, I, the president of the Huaian Prefecture National Studies Association, feel that my face is lost!"

No accident? Do you always come if you don’t know what you are afraid of? There is a huge accident waiting for fresh release now!

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at Lan Fang, who looked motionless next to him, and said with a point of view: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, as long as there is a little chance, I will do my best. But the Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves. This year, our Huaian Prefecture will definitely be in turmoil, with strong teams coming out one after another, like the old-fashioned strong team No. 1 Middle School, and Shanyang High School, may anyone win the provincial championship in one fell swoop, fulfilling your old wish."

Now that he is still on the territory of Shanyang High School, Zhou Zhihu will certainly not lose face to the host: "Okay, okay, then I will wait and see!"

After the greetings, Jiang Shuiyuan found that there were several teenagers wearing bamboo long gowns standing next to him, looking up and down at him. He thought it was a participant from Shanyang High School. Seeing this, Lan Fang quickly introduced: "President Jiang, let me introduce you to you. This is Huang Dongpei, the president of our Mingdao Chinese Academy of Sciences, and is also the main general of our side today."

Jiang Shuiyuan politely bowed: "Hello President Huang, please give me some advice later!"

Huang Dongpei also bowed his hand to reply to the gift: "You should be the president of Jiang Shuiyuanjiang, who is known as the 'strongest high school student in history', right? I have heard of the famous name for a long time and is well-known. Let us learn about your strongest in history later. Please give me some advice at that time!"

Jiang Shuiyuan was thinking about what he meant. Qian Zhongming, the libero in the team, suppressed his curiosity and couldn't help asking: "President Huang, aren't you cold to participate in the competition in such a thin long gown?"

When he said this, even the water source of the river felt strange.

Indeed, the long gowns worn by everyone in Shanyang High School were very thin. In order to keep the long gowns firm and slim, there were no thick clothes inside. It was chilly now. It should be quite cold to wear such thin clothes to participate in the competition in the empty and airy staircase classroom, right?

Huang Dongpei smiled: "When we think of fighting with the famous Huai'an Mansion later and winning it, our hearts are filled with passion. How could we feel cold?"

Chu Taisong, the third debater in Huai'an Mansion, immediately took over the conversation: "That's right, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. How could President Huang and the others feel cold? As a Huai'an Mansion, have you never even heard of the proverb "Three fires on a child's butt"? Are you embarrassed? Don't say you are wearing a long gown, President Huang and the others are just shirtless now, and you can still sweat profusely!"

The second debater Gao He didn't want to send a hair to him, so he didn't give Huang Dongpei a chance to speak: "Hey, hey, are you talking nonsense? Do you know what it means to "see through but not speak through, you are good friends?" Sorry, President Huang, they were stupid in their studies and didn't know that the young man could sleep in a cold kang, let alone you wear long gowns, which made you laugh!"

Huang Dongpei's face changed a few times, and he finally shook his sleeves: "Then we see you on the stage. Then see if you can still be as sharp as you are now!"

The game begins soon.

Jiang Shuiyuan and Huang Dongpei took his players to sit in the lounge, preparing to draw lots to decide the debate topic and the pros and cons. According to the rules, the away team first draws the debate topic, and the home team then draws the pros and cons. Jiang Shuiyuan stood up first, picked out a note from the box and handed it to the referee. The referee read out loudly: "Today's debate topic is 'the pros and cons of the class'!"

"Huh?" Jiang Shuiyuan couldn't help but speak out in surprise.

The so-called "Banma's advantages and disadvantages" is to argue about which is better than Ban Gu or Sima Qian. In other words, which one is better written in "Han Shu" or "Records of the Grand Historian". This is an old question that the historical community has been having affairs for thousands of years and has not been agreed upon.

But this question is not worthy of surprise to Jiang Shuiyuan. It is worth surprising that according to the experience of writing "The History of Chinese Studies", the problems of Chinese Studies generally come from the Department of Classics and Sub-divisions, that is, the ancient Chinese philosophy part in modern disciplines. Because it involves philosophy, it is better to analyze and discuss. The History Department and Collection Department, which correspond to the history and literature in modern disciplines, also belong to the category of Chinese studies, have never used this proposition. Why did this warm-up competition suddenly change its routine and find another way?

The referee looked at Jiang Shuiyuan: "These are all questions formulated by the judges. What do you have any questions?"

Jiang Shuiyuan glanced across Zhou Zhihu, Zhang Hong and others from the corner of his eyes, and found that one of them was both magical, as if he had planned it. At that moment, he quickly shook his head: "No, no."
Chapter completed!