Chapter 114 Nicomachean Ethics
Chapter 114 Nicomachean Ethics (9820)
Wang Zixu knocked on the door. Moments later, or almost instantly, the door was opened.
The person inside the door was not Professor Zhong - Wang Zixu did not know Professor Zhong, nor did he know what he looked like, but he was sure that the person in front of him was not Professor Zhong - it was a boy with very short hair, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked to be a little over 20 years old.
The boy couldn't wait to ask, "Are you Wang Zixu?"
"it's me."
"Come in."
Without saying a word, he pulled Wang Zixu into the house and quickly closed the door behind him.
This was Wang Zixu's first time entering a guest room at the Plaza Hotel. It is a "quasi-five-star hotel" and the interior furnishings are very grand.
The aquarium facing the door was emitting a bright light, and red and yellow unknown fish inside seemed to be swimming in the air. The curtains were open, and the view outside the window was wide, just enough to see the government office building across the square. Professor Zhong was sitting on a carefully selected yellow pear wood chair with a book spread out on his legs.
His skin was bronze, his face was full of wrinkles, and his body was motionless, like a statue.
The boy turned around to take precautionary measures, raised a finger at him, and made a "silence" gesture: "Professor Zhong is reading now, don't talk to him, wait a moment."
Wang Zixu glanced at Professor Zhong, who was looking at the book spread out on his lap, with a focused and serious expression. It was as if he hadn't noticed that there was another person in the room. This concentration made him look unusually serious.
Wang Zixu admires people with strong concentration because he himself is such a person.
The boy introduced himself to him: "My name is Zhao Peilin, a graduate student at Nanjing University. I'm your senior."
"Senior brother?"
"Hey, hello, Junior Brother."
"..."
Wang Zixu was a little puzzled.
It is obvious that he is younger than me. What's more, he is a graduate student from Nanjing University while I graduated from Beijing Institute of Technology. In any case, he cannot be considered my senior.
But he didn't seem to be taking advantage of others. His tone was very confident, so confident that he was almost certain that Wang Zixu would be admitted as a graduate student at Nanjing University in the future.
The more confident he was, the more confused Wang Zixu became.
Ning Chunyan had said on the phone before that in order to get his manuscript to be invited by Nanjing University, she used some unusual methods. She did not specify what the method was.
But she told Wang Zixu: When you meet Zhong Junmin, don't talk nonsense, listen more and talk less, no matter what he says, just agree to it all at once, and don't be surprised in any case.
So Wang Zixu skipped this section and introduced himself: "I am Wang Zixu, you know my name."
Zhao Peilin extended his hand towards him: "Hello, hello. I have also read your novel. I admit that it is a little better than mine."
"Excellent."
"My main literary base is New Moon. If you want to write or learn poetry in the future, you can come and discuss it with me. Of course, this requires you to be admitted to Nanjing University."
Wang Zixu stood in awe.
"New Moon" is a first-class literary monthly magazine in China. To be able to appear in "New Moon", it can be seen that this person is also extraordinary. So he also stretched out his hand and shook his hand, and then asked: "Is Professor Zhong like this every time he reads?"
Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "Yes. It's like this every time. Don't get me wrong, Professor Zhong is not neglecting you, but he has to ensure a certain amount of absolute concentration every day, and once he enters this state, you'd better not disturb him, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
Wang Zixu nodded: "I know. Once you enter the flow state, it will be very uncomfortable to interrupt it forcibly."
Zhao Peilin showed an admiring expression on his face: "You actually know about flow?"
"Yes. A mental state of extremely high concentration, also known as optimal experience. It is a research result of the psychology of happiness."
Zhao Peilin showed an expression as if he had seen an unexpected knowledge point appear in the Xinhua Dictionary: "Not bad. I recognize you."
"……Thanks."
Wang Zixu didn't really need this level of recognition, but it felt good to be recognized. He looked around and whispered:
"Will our chat disturb Professor Zhong? How about I go out and wait?"
"No, you underestimate Professor Zhong's flow state. Once he enters this state, as long as you don't speak directly to him, nothing that happens around him can disturb him. Even if you do morning exercises next to him, he won't be affected."
The prince showed admiration: "Incredible."
"Yes, but speaking of doing morning exercises..."
As Zhao Peilin spoke, he lay down on the ground and started doing push-ups in front of Wang Zixu's shocked gaze.
After doing 15 standard push-ups, this person stood up and clapped his hands in front of Wang Zixu's face. His expression was relaxed, as if Wang Zixu was making a fuss about nothing:
"Professor Zhong often said that training and sculpting should be a task for every moment. If the body is not strong enough, it cannot withstand the spirit that is too lofty and transcendent."
Wang Zixu came to his senses and agreed with his opinion: "Civilize the spirit and brutalize the body."
"Yes, as a member of our Nan University, we must do this. How about it? How many can you make?"
"All at once? About 55."
Zhao Peilin showed a surprised look: "Are you sure? I'm talking about the standard push-ups, not the light push-ups. Can you do 55 in one go?"
"can."
Comrade Wang Jianguo did not leave him any heirlooms or ancestral teachings. The only good habit he taught him was to keep exercising. Wang Zixu was only confident in his body.
Zhao Peilin said with a look of disbelief, "Then show me how to do it. It has to be standard. Your waist should not be bent, your arms should be tight, your toes should be raised, and your body should be in a straight line. I'll count for you. If it's not standard, it doesn't count."
Wang Zixu glanced at the ground and confirmed that there was no cigarette ash, footprints, or dog feces on it. He hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
He lay down and did it with ease. The first 20 were very easy and Zhao Peilin counted loudly for him. The 30th was a little difficult and he finally slowed down when he did the 40th. But in the end he still completed all 55 push-ups without missing a single one.
He stood up, somewhat exhausted, his arms feeling slightly heavy, and clapped his hands and asked, "How is it?"
"can."
Zhao Peilin hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Now, I am beginning to admire you a little."
"……Thanks."
Wang Zixu doesn't need this level of appreciation, but it feels good to be appreciated.
"Do you suddenly ask everyone you meet for the first time to do push-ups? Do you only approve of it after they've done it?" he asked.
"That's not the case. Recognition is multi-dimensional and doesn't have to be limited to push-ups," Zhao Peilin explained. "Relax, I don't mean to make things difficult for you. The main thing is, I should have been the one to show up at this literary gathering."
He said the second half of the sentence with a lot of resentment, and then continued:
"I was sure I would get a rank, and maybe I would meet one or two literary girls, and a beautiful love story would begin. But you suddenly showed up and replaced my manuscript, and my happiness is gone."
"Excuse me."
"It's okay. As I said before, I've read your novel, and it's indeed a little better than mine."
Wang Zixu knew that he had replaced someone's manuscript, and now he knew whose manuscript he had replaced. Zhao Peilin's face suddenly became cute in his eyes.
Wang Zixu said, "Let's not talk about the manuscript for now. As for love, even if we don't win a place in the competition, we can still talk about it directly."
"But the feeling is different. When a girl admires you, it's much easier to fall in love. For example, I'm in Nanjing University, but I can never find a date. Everyone is from Nanjing University, and there's no halo around."
Although he sighed, his words were full of the pride that only Nanjing University students can have. What he said was indeed the truth. If someone from Nanjing University came to Xihe, it would be a dimensionality reduction attack, and they would definitely be looked up to.
However, Wang Zixu felt that love was not as complicated as he thought. If he couldn't find a partner at NTU, he shouldn't put the blame on the halo.
At this time, Professor Zhong finally spoke up: "Don't listen to him. He's just like Xianglin Sao. Even if his manuscript is selected, it may not get a rank."
The two of them stood up quickly. Professor Zhong beside them finally closed his book and stood up. He strode over, looked Wang Zixu up and down for a long time, and then nodded:
"Wang Zixu?"
"Yes."
Wang Zixu felt a little uneasy under his scrutinizing gaze. Zhong Junmin asked directly in a blunt tone:
"Have you ever thought about why I agreed to let you, someone with no Nanyang University education experience, attend this literary gathering as a special guest author of Nanyang University?"
Here it comes, the prince said to himself in his heart.
The muscles in his arms were still aching slightly. The 55 push-ups just now reminded him that this was also a test. Professor Zhong must have waited a long time for him on this question. His answer would determine how to deal with certain problems.
It is easy to gain recognition from “seniors”, but it may not be so easy to gain recognition from professors.
After pondering for a while, Wang Zixu said, "I have thought about this question and various reasons, but I can't convince myself."
Professor Zhong sat down in his seat: "I have thought about this question several times in the past few days, but I can't convince myself."
His answer made Wang Zixu's heart sink, and then Professor Zhong said:
"On the one hand, they said that you have always dreamed of studying at Nanjing University and have been trying to get into the graduate program there. For this reason, I can convince myself to let you off. On the other hand..."
He paraphrased: "'All art, all desire, all action and exploration can be seen as aiming at some good. Therefore, good can be correctly defined based on the goal pursued by things.'"
Wang Zixu listened to him quietly and whispered, "Aristotle."
Professor Zhong's eyes lit up: "Have you read it?"
"Hmm. Nicomachean Ethics."
"That's right. What do you think of this?"
"There is a kind of classical beauty," Wang Zixu said, "Ancient Chinese philosophers also said something similar."
"Which sentence?"
"'If I examine myself and do not shrink, even if I am wearing a coarse and loose cloth, I will not be afraid; if I examine myself and shrink, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go forward.' It also talks about making value judgments based on the original starting point of 'goodness', but Mencius discusses it more from the perspective of a ruler."
Professor Zhong smiled.
"Which university did you graduate from?"
"Beili." Wang Zixu answered truthfully.
Professor Zhong asked: "Beijing Institute of Technology? Are you studying liberal arts or science?"
"Engineering."
Zhong Junmin thought for a moment and said, "You studied engineering and read so many books and did so much thinking. I now believe that you are really a person who has the dream of Nanyang University."
Wang Zixu chose to remain silent.
Although the process is very tortuous and complicated, at least Professor Zhong's conclusion is correct.
Professor Zhong said: "I am willing to facilitate this because I think it is the pursuit of beauty, and beauty is goodness. For your sake, many people have violated the rules, including me. I hope that in the future, when faced with the choice between good and evil, you can remain clear-headed and don't forget everything others have done for you today."
Prince Xu nodded heavily.
"I heard that you work in a small unit here?" Professor Zhong asked again.
"Ah."
"You will sit next to me at the award ceremony of the literary gathering later." Professor Zhong said, "Since I have given you the status of Nanjing University's special guest author, you must naturally be in our Nanjing University camp."
Wang Zixu nodded: "Okay."
Professor Zhong added: "If your novel wins a prize, it will probably be a great irony to many people. Since you have ridiculed others, don't expect them not to retaliate. You have to withstand the pressure."
Wang Zixu said: "I will."
"Finally," Professor Zhong said, "if you are going to study Chinese language and literature at Nanjing University in the future, you can choose me as your advisor."
This was a very important statement. Wang Zixu nodded solemnly: "Okay."
"I'm done. You can go now. Remember to exchange contact information with Zhao Peilin and come to the award ceremony on time."
Before Wang Zixu left, Zhao Peilin said to him, "Professor Zhong has recognized you."
"Ah."
"I've figured it out. It's the same if you show up this time, but you have to get into NCU as soon as possible. You have rich social experience, and when you get in, you will definitely be able to bring in a lot of girls. This way, not only me, but many of our brothers at NCU may be saved."
He was so naive that Wang Zixu couldn't bear to tell him the cruel reality. What kind of female resources did he have? Should he introduce Guo Ranran to him?
The atmosphere at this moment was not suitable for saying discouraging words, so he just nodded heavily, and then said to Zhao Peilin's innocent face, "Okay."
In any case, he had passed the test. After leaving the house, Wang Zixu called Ning Chunyan.
"Hey, I just saw Professor Zhong."
Ning Chunyan was pleasantly surprised and asked, "How is it? What did you say?"
"I met with Professor Zhong and his student Zhao Peilin. We did push-ups and talked about Aristotle."
"It sounds harmonious."
"He's actually very serious," Wang Zixu said. "Professor Zhong strikes me as a very serious person, or in other words, a very pure person."
Ning Chunyan said, "Really? You and I feel the same way. You also give me the impression of being a very pure person. I was wondering before, if you two are so ambitious and bump into each other, will there be conflicts?"
Wang Zixu said: "That's not the case. Professor Zhong asked me to sit next to him when he presented the award."
Ning Chunyan's tone sounded a little surprised: "That means he recognizes you. Professor Zhong is a man who values the relationship with others. If he is not satisfied with you, he would like you to stay away from him."
Wang Zixu said: "That's good news."
Ning Chunyan said again: "By the way, let me tell you something."
"Go ahead." Wang Zixu smiled. He waited for her to tell him how she convinced Professor Zhong.
"I'm going to grade your manuscripts right away." Ning Chunyan said with a smile.
Wang Zixu said: "With your cynical mentality, can you really do such a serious job as grading?"
"Who said that? I'm serious!"
"Since this is a serious matter, don't reveal this to the contestants." Wang Zixu said, "It's important to avoid suspicion."
"Heh, heh. You are quite upright."
Ning Chunyan's lips curled up into a smile.
Wang Zixu was surprisingly difficult to talk about on such a major issue. She had originally intended to tease him, but seeing his serious look, she felt it was difficult to speak.
Ning Chunyan's tone became serious, and he reminded her, "But let me tell you, you are not the only one who has acquaintances in this essay contest. Whether it is the judges or the contestants, not all of them are upright people like you."
Wang Zixu said, "I know. But if I shrink back from self-reflection, I will go even if there are tens of thousands of people. I don't want to look back in the future and find that I have done something wrong. That will leave me with an eternal weakness that is easy to defeat."
Ning Chunyan smiled.
Although he was terribly pedantic, he was also terribly reassuring.
Wang Zixu paused and continued, "Also, I seem to have discovered how you promoted my manuscript to Nanjing University."
"Uh..." Ning Chunyan scratched his cheek, "Is it really okay to talk about this topic when the atmosphere is so good..."
"Did you tell Professor Zhong that I would definitely apply to be a graduate student at Nanjing University in the future?"
Ning Chunyan's voice was somewhat guilty: "I didn't say that."
"That's what I said."
"But I didn't say that."
"Who said that?"
……
"Teacher Chen Qingluo, can you tell us how you got into novel writing?" the reporter asked.
Chen Qingluo sat on the sofa in the hotel's living room with a bored look on her face, her hands on her legs, as if she was being interrogated.
She had been hiding in Ning Chunyan's house for so many days, but she still couldn't avoid this. Even if she had maxed out her dodge skills, she couldn't avoid the reporters who were everywhere.
Fortunately, she has finished writing "Beauvoir's Offering", otherwise, after being interviewed by so many people today, even the best state would have been shattered.
"Teacher Chen Qingluo?" the reporter urged in a raised voice.
Chen Qingluo came back to her senses and said in an emotionless tone, like a primary school student reciting a text: "Ever since I was a child, I have always had a dream of literature..."
"Ahem," the reporter coughed twice. "Teacher Chen, please tell me something more real and down-to-earth. Our report is aimed at children and parents. Your experience can set a good example for them."
The reporter was a beautiful lady wearing black stockings. She was wearing a suit on a hot day, sweat was coming out of her forehead and her face was covered with powder. In short, she looked so pitiful that people couldn't bear to refuse her.
Chen Qingluo sighed and said, "I participated in a competition and won a lot of money. I kept writing after that."
"Uh……"
Chen Qingluo described a fair literary competition as gambling, which sounded very discordant. When the manuscript was completed, it was bound to be revised and polished. After the reporter sister made a note of it in her mind, she continued to ask, "Are you from a poor family?"
"Not poor."
"So...is money your only motivation?"
Chen Qingluo clasped her hands and asked, "If you don't get paid for your work, how much motivation do you have to work?"
"Uh... I don't think so. But Mr. Chen, I don't quite understand the logic behind it."
"I just happened to make a lot of money writing novels when I was 17, so I started writing novels. If I didn't have this money, I would have to find a class after graduation, but with this money, even if I wanted to find a class, they wouldn't let me. In other words, I embarked on the path of literary creation out of sheer necessity."
The reporter looked very embarrassed: "Teacher Chen, can you please try to tell me something that I can write about in the report?"
Chen Qingluo sighed and said in the emotionless tone of a primary school student reciting a text: "Ever since I was a child, I have always had a literary dream..."
After finishing the interview, Chen Qingluo walked out the door and saw a woman bowing to her:
"Teacher Chen, I'm Zhang Qian from the Publicity Department. The award ceremony is about to begin. I'll take you to the venue."
"Are you Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department?"
"Yes, you know me?" Zhang Qian was a little surprised.
"Bitch."
"Ah?" Zhang Qian thought she had heard it wrong.
Chen Qingluo said nothing and walked to the front angrily. Zhang Qian suspected that she had really heard it wrong. But she could clearly feel that Chen Qingluo did not like her very much.
Zhang Qian ran after him, secretly twisting her fingers together. I've heard that Chen Qingluo is hard to get along with, but I've never heard that she's so hard to serve! But receiving Chen Qingluo is a political task, and it must not be messed up. She has no temper at all.
"Teacher Chen, please go this way."
Chen Qingluo's eyes were like the north wind, and they glanced at her piercingly, making Zhang Qian feel cold in her heart.
"Smelly woman..."
Zhang Qian was sweating on her back: "What did you say?"
"Nothing. Lead the way, go."
……
"Teacher Li, it's time for me to go." Lin Feng said to Li Tingfang.
"Yeah." Li Tingfang opened her eyes. She had been busy all day and felt a little tired. She just closed her eyes to rest for a while. Under the setting sun, she felt drowsy. As she got older, she couldn't control when she felt sleepy.
But she couldn't sleep anymore, there was more important work to do next.
She will preside over the final round of judging for the essay competition, which will determine who will win the prize.
Lin Feng helped her stand up, and Li Tingfang took her hand back and said, "85 points."
"Ok?"
Li Tingfang said: "I will give you 85 points."
"Um……"
Lin Feng felt a little disappointed, but he knew Li Tingfang too well and was mentally prepared for this result, so he was not particularly disappointed.
"This is a fair score. We give the students the correct score. Given my status, I cannot be partial to them," said Li Tingfang.
Lin Feng lowered his head: "I know."
"Shen Qingfeng will definitely give Lin Luo a very high score and give you a very low score. The highest and lowest scores will be removed from this competition. This competition system is designed to avoid this situation, but it will still have an impact. This is unfair to you, but there is no other way. There is no absolute fairness in the world."
Lin Feng nodded: "I understand."
"You can only get through if you do your best and are impeccable. You tried your best this time. If you fail in the end, it means you still need to improve. Then try again next year."
Li Tingfang thought for a moment and said, "Just like what Hemingway said, a man can be destroyed but not defeated."
Lin Feng's voice became firmer: "Yes!"
"It's almost time," Li Tingfang looked at his watch, "I should go to the venue."
……
"I should go to the venue." Shen Qingfeng said to Lin Luo, "No need to calculate anymore, I'm number one no matter how you calculate it."
Lin Luo was lying on the table, the white paper in front of him was covered with notes, some names, some arithmetic formulas, it was very messy.
Lin Luo's expression was very nervous: "Let's do the final calculation. You add Teacher Liu and Teacher Fan. Teacher Liu can give 95 points, and you give 90 points. In this way, as long as Teacher Fan can be a little more generous..."
Shen Qingfeng said impatiently: "As long as Li Tingfang doesn't give you a score below 60, your average score will definitely be above 90."
Lin Luo said: "It mainly depends on Mr. Fan. It's a pity that he is a shameless guy. He took a bath and accepted the gift, but in the end he said that he would grade fairly."
Shen Qingfeng said: "There are always such old-fashioned people. Don't think about it anymore. Money can only do so much. If you can spend money, others can spend money too. Besides, we don't want to be the first, we just want to suppress Lin Feng."
Lin Luo pursed his lips.
Suppressing Lin Feng is Shen Qingfeng's wish, but it is not Lin Luo's wish.
This time, the right time, the right place and the right people were all on his side. If he wanted to win first place in the literary conference, this might be his best chance.
If you don't get first place, there will always be some regrets.
Shen Qingfeng knew what he was thinking, but he didn't point it out.
In fact, Mr. Fan, one of the judges, had already given in. He could see that if he tried harder, he would most likely get his points as well.
But that didn't make sense to him.
Lin Feng is an opponent to Shen Qingfeng, so isn't Lin Luo a threat? Lin Luo can backstab Lin Feng, so why can't he backstab him?
He didn't think that he had to let Lin Luo take first place. As for whether Lin Luo could take first place in the end, it depended on his own fate and luck.
Shen Qingfeng grabbed the briefcase on the table, tucked it under his armpit, and said, "I'm leaving."
"Teacher Shen, take care. I'll see you off."
……
"Just send it here." Yan Zishan turned around and said to Diao Yiwen's father.
Not far away, a black sedan with the number 010 printed with "official vehicle" was parked on the side of the road. The civil servant stood outside the car, respectfully waiting for Mr. Yan Zishan to arrive.
Father Diao nodded and whispered, "Teacher Yan, since my daughter has entered the third round, I am actually satisfied, but if she can get a ranking, it will be less regrettable..."
Yan Zishan did not express his opinion, but said expressionlessly: "I know."
Diao's father stretched out a finger and pointed a very small distance: "If she can get a slightly better ranking, it will be perfect for her. From now on..."
"It goes without saying."
Yan Zishan turned and left. What he said was all nonsense. How could Yan Zishan give himself a low score for the manuscript he revised himself? He was not a rigid person. He always gave himself full marks for the things he wrote.
He decided to give Diao Yiwen's manuscript 98 points, one point was deducted for not writing it entirely by himself, and another point was deducted out of modesty. If you want to remove the highest score, remove your own score.
Since he said that Diao Yiwen's manuscript could get second place, Diao Yiwen would definitely get second place, and would neither get first place nor third place.
He has this kind of confidence because he is Yanzishan.
……
"I didn't have the confidence to take first place. I only realized a few days ago how well prepared everyone else was this time. Some people started writing half a year in advance. It only took me a few days to finish the manuscript, and I was even sent to the hospital for the ending part."
Wang Zixu squatted on the flower bed, lit a cigarette facing the sunset, and spoke to Ye Lan on the other end of the phone.
He said this with a smile, but it was a bitter one. He felt that he was being held back by life. Besides, there were so many mosquitoes around the flowerbed.
Ye Lan laughed and said, "You don't have to be too self-deprecating. Don't forget, you are the one who can increase the retention rate from 6% to 16% in one day. I won't be surprised if any miracle happens to you."
"After all, those are two different things. Even if you make a lot of money, you may not be recognized by everyone. You see, even the richest man in the world has a lot of people scolding him."
"That's true." Ye Lan said, "But if I become the richest man, I don't mind people scolding me."
"The hard part is when you are poor there are a lot of people pointing fingers at you and scolding you."
Ye Lan laughed out loud, but Wang Zixu did not. This was because he was talking about his personal experience, and no matter how funny a personal experience was, it would not make people laugh.
Ye Lan said: "Guess where I am now?"
Wang Zixu said, "You are not coming to the literary gathering as well, are you?"
"Hmm." Ye Lan said lightly, "Zuo Ziliang is here too. We all came to see you."
Wang Zixu covered his face and said, "What should we do with the company? It's not making money anymore? What's so good about this crappy article?"
"It's so lively, what's the problem? Today is your big day, we must come."
Wang Zixu said bitterly: "You guys are putting a lot of pressure on me. I'm not sure I can get a rank."
"If you can't get a ranking, we'll just come here to watch the fun!" Ye Lan said.
After that, she asked again: "Hey, what is your expectation for yourself?"
"I don't expect it."
After saying that, he felt that this was too hypocritical, so he changed his words and said, "I hope to get at least 5th place. If I can get 5th place, I can give an explanation to both Nanjing University and Ning Chunyan, and when I return to the unit, it won't be so embarrassing."
"What about yourself?"
"Ok?"
Ye Lan asked: "Do you think that taking 5th place is worthy of your efforts and dedication?"
This is a good question.
Wang Zixu considered the reputation of Ning Chunyan and Nanjing University, as well as the conflicts within the unit. He considered everything except his own thoughts.
He was deeply touched that Ye Lan paid attention to him in this situation.
No one has cared about Wang Zixu's thoughts for many years.
He was silent for a long time before he said, "Many times, hard work doesn't always pay off."
“But you have to always believe that good things will happen.”
"Hopefully."
"Then how many places do you think you can get with your efforts?"
"No. 5."
"Tsk, you are useless." Ye Lan sneered, "Just make money at Wenmi. At least your ability to make money doesn't need to be rated by others."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu still felt that he couldn't drink Ye Lan's chicken soup. In the past 30 years of his life, he had hardly encountered many "good things".
Just imagine, what would have happened to him if Ning Chunyan hadn't helped him this time? He couldn't have made it to the third round no matter what. What does this have to do with hard work? How could he have known that he would fail in today's essay contest because he didn't work hard on dating. How could he have expected this?
If you force yourself to believe in chicken soup, you will probably be disappointed.
But if this sentence is changed to "Try hard and hold on until good things finally happen", it would be more appropriate because that's what he did.
The good things that happened to him were concentrated in the past few months, including Zuo Ziliang, Ning Chunyan, Ye Lan... If he hadn't kept getting up from the ground and eventually trained himself to be strong, he wouldn't have lived to meet them. Wang Zixu felt that he was generally happy, at least God didn't let him live to be sixty.
As for the "bad things" he encountered before the age of 30, he wanted to make a Shi Tiesheng-style declaration: If I didn't say something, don't think I forgot it. I didn't forget anything. Some things are only suitable for collection, can't be said, can't be thought about, but can't be forgotten.
He would remember these "bad things" silently, one by one, and when the critical moment came, he would look them up again and see, "Oh, you still owe a debt here."
In the square, white lights lit up one after another, making crisp "click, click, click" sounds. Several intersecting shadows appeared under Prince Xu's feet.
"I am a copper pea that can't be steamed, boiled, pounded, or fried. It makes a ringing sound."
He dropped his cigarette butt and walked towards the venue.
"Make way, Pea is going to beat someone up today."
……
The square was already packed with people. The viewing area was divided into inner and outer areas. Half of the inner area was occupied by government departments, with signs marking which department sat where. When Wang Zixu passed by his own department, someone saw him.
"Wang Zixu! Over here, over here!"
Wang Zixu turned his head and took a look, then just smiled slightly without stopping.
Song Yinglian frowned: "Where is he going?"
Guo Ranran stood up: "He sat in the first three rows!"
Hearing this, many colleagues stood up and stretched their heads to look.
The first three rows were where the city leaders and special guests sat. How could Wang Zixu sit there without an invitation? It was ridiculous. Diao Yiwen secretly despised them, but she couldn't help but crane her neck to look.
"Look, look, he really sat in the third row!"
"What's going on?" Gou Yingbiao's nasal voice sounded behind him.
"Director Gou, Wang Zixu is sitting in the third row!"
……
"Professor Zhong."
In the third row, Zhong Junmin waved at him and said simply, "Sit down."
Wang Zixu walked in sideways and sat down next to Zhong Junmin. Zhong Junmin said nothing, but Wang Zixu couldn't help but glance around, then quickly retracted his gaze in fear.
As expected of the first three rows, all of them have appeared on TV, some on local news and some on national news.
"Junior brother, junior brother!" Zhao Peilin lowered his body and shouted at him from across the seat, "Come on!"
The prince lowered his body and said, "Now is not the time when I can change anything by working harder."
"I know, but cheering is an attitude towards life."
"Okay, then you should do your best too."
Professor Zhong looked down at the two of them and said, "Why don't we change seats so you two can chat."
Wang Zixu said, "I'm sorry, Professor Zhong."
Zhao Peilin said: "Thank you, Professor Zhong."
Professor Zhong exchanged seats with Zhao Peilin, and Zhao Peilin sat next to him: "I heard that Xihe is famous for its beautiful women."
"In this kind of situation, let's not talk about topics of this level, right?"
"also."
From a distance, Guo Ranran was still looking in, peeking out, then turned around to report the situation: "Wang Zixu really sat down and is still chatting with someone!"
Gou Yingbiao looked unhappy: "Call him!"
Xu Shichao held up his phone and said, "I called, but couldn't get through."
"There are too many people and the signal is not good."
Zhang Cangnian sat on the chair, looking relaxed: "Forget it, as long as he has a seat, it's fine. No one is chasing him away."
Guo Ranran turned around and asked, "But why is he sitting in the third row?"
"Yeah, why?" Zhang Cangnian laughed. It's still easy for young people to not see through some things.
Just when Guo Ranran was still feeling indignant, he heard a roar like a tsunami.
The cheers started to spread from the outside. Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin were discussing what level of topic to talk about so as to not appear vulgar and to pass the time, when they heard the cheers.
So he raised his head, and at this moment, as if possessed by a soul, he immediately looked in the right direction, saw the source of the cheers, and then his whole body was shocked.
It was a feeling of enlightenment. Before Wuyazi gave Xuzhu the enlightenment, he first slapped him on the forehead to destroy his martial arts. Wang Zixu was slapped just like Xuzhu, with a swollen nose and face, and he was dizzy and didn't know which way was which.
Copper Pea has been in the world for many years and thought he was invulnerable. When he was full of confidence, he suddenly saw his original intention. His steel-like skin was broken by a poke, and his diamond-like will was shattered.
No matter how defensive a person is, he cannot guard against an attack on the softest part of his heart.
After 12 years, 3 months and 5 days, Wang Zixu saw the living Chen Qingluo again.
(End of this chapter)