Chapter 138 You Are Worthy of the Last Name Zhao

Chapter 138 You Are Worthy of the Last Name Zhao

Chapter 138 You Are Worthy of the Last Name Zhao

Zhao Peilin came in gracefully, wearing a small Taoist robe, with a casual expression, eyes slightly narrowed, and the demeanor of a master.

He wanted everyone to think of him as a great man. In fact, many people did think so. The people queuing at the door automatically stepped aside, making way for him amid their horrified gazes.

Only Lu Qingxuan asked honestly and blankly: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Zhao Peilin was a little embarrassed. "I am your senior brother! Have you forgotten? Last time you went to ask Professor Zhong a question, I was right beside you. I even gave you some pointers. My last name is Zhao, the 'Zhao' in 'You are not worthy of the surname Zhao'. Do you remember?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Oh, I remember now."

She actually didn't remember it. The blank look on her face didn't disappear at all, and bystanders like Wang Zixu knew from her expression that she definitely didn't remember it.

The boy who was a tool next to him came over and whispered, "Senior Brother Zhao Peilin is Teacher Zhong's disciple. He was the president of our student union the year before last. He also attended the welcome party before."

Lu Qingxuan really remembered it this time, and said with a firm look in her eyes: "I remember it."

Zhao Peilin came over and put his arm around Wang Zixu's shoulders: "Let me introduce this guy. He is the first place winner of this year's Xihe Literary Festival. He was selected by teachers including Li Tingfang, Yan Zishan, Chen Qingluo, and Ning Chunyan. He is the most valuable one in this year's competition. His work is also a special invitation manuscript of our Nanjing University. It is now hanging on the fourth floor of the library."

A girl from the student union next to her stood up suddenly: "Is it him? The one who is not the author of the Nanjing University special article from Nanjing University? It turns out to be him? "

Half of the basketball court became noisy when they heard her words.

"He is the one who took away the special invitation quota of our Chinese Department of Nanjing University?"

"So it's him! I was wondering how he could have such a strong background, it turns out he came here with his skills to become my disciple."

"No wonder he is so confident. He is not afraid of fighting with Lu Qingxuan. Well, here comes another powerful one."

"Oh my god, someone of this level also has to take the exam, and take it with us? Is this true?"

Some of the students who came to register were well aware of this and complained about it, while others felt it was impressive and looked at Wang Zixu as if he were a genius.

I don’t know what the person watching the cow is thinking, but the cow is definitely undervalued.

Wang Zixu turned to Zhao Peilin and whispered, "Why are you being so high-profile? Now people think I have a job."

Zhao Peilin turned around and whispered to Wang Zixu: "Sometimes, you have to pretend. It will save you a lot of trouble."

"Then why don't you tell me that I got the front page of the newcomer award in Yangtze River?"

"We'll talk about it later. Being pretentious also requires a long-term approach."

Although Zhao Peilin had warned Wang Zixu as his senior before the competition: If you participate in the competition as a special invited article of Nanjing University and get a place, no one will remember you, and if you don’t get a place, I’m sorry, ten thousand people will come out to blame you.

Facts have proved that Zhao Peilin was a little too pessimistic about the memory of the masses. A few months have passed, but the event of the literary meeting has not disappeared with time. When it is mentioned now, the students can still remember it clearly and are still very angry.

As for the mentality of the masses, Zhao Peilin was a little too optimistic. He thought that no one would complain if he won a place. In fact, even if Wang Zixu won the first place, some people would still be upset about it. It was just that because Wang Zixu won the first prize, these people could not show their jealousy on their faces. The remaining sour taste came out of his mouth, and he whispered to the side.

Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder again and said loudly, "I followed Professor Zhong to Xihe to dig this person up. It can be said that the professor specifically asked him to come to Nanjing University. It would be embarrassing if he didn't come. Brothers and sisters in charge of the review, please don't make it difficult for him."

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked at me with disdain, and said, "Also, I don't want to hear about taking up Nan Da's quota or something like that again. If you want to say it's taking up my quota, then it's taking up my quota. I didn't say anything. What do you have to complain about?"

Wang Zixu looked at Zhao Peilin with gratitude, and for the first time he felt admiration for his senior brother.

Lu Qingxuan stood up, holding up her skirt, her face cold: "It turned out to be you."

It was fine when she was sitting, but when she stood up, Wang Zixu realized that this girl had really long legs.

Lu Qingxuan then asked, "Did you write "A Safe Road Ahead"?"

Wang Zixu said, "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah. I've seen all of this year's."

The prince smiled falsely: "I didn't expect the Xihe Literary Society to be so influential."

Lu Qingxuan said seriously, "Why didn't you tell me? If you had told me it was you, I wouldn't have suggested you transfer. If you didn't get into Nanjing University and transferred to another school, I would look down on you, not to mention Professor Zhong."

Wang Zixu laughed again: "I don't know that you know me."

Lu Qingxuan sighed, "I just had a competition for nothing, and now I'm the laughing stock."

Wang Zixu quickly said, "Not really, not really. The back and forth just now was actually quite exciting. I also used some tricks to win."

"There's no need to say anything to save your dignity."

Lu Qingxuan's tone was a little stubborn. After that, she muttered softly, "I had a lot of fun just now."

Wang Zixu was a little hesitant for a moment. He was familiar with cold-faced girls and could handle them, but when they suddenly changed their attitude and became enthusiastic, he could only give in. He grabbed his information on the table and said, "So this is considered the registration, right? Can I leave now?"

Lu Qingxuan said: "No."

She sat down and sorted out the documents while saying, "Leave your name and contact information, pay the registration fee on the website within a week, and print the admission ticket. Also, scan this."

Lu Qingxuan held out her phone. There was a QR code on the screen. Wang Zixu took out his phone and asked, "What is this?"

"This is my WeChat, add me as a friend."

“Do all those who come to sign up need to be included?”

"of course not."

Lu Qingxuan stared at him with eyes as bright as stars, as if she had many words to say. Wang Zixu's hand froze when he reached into his trouser pocket, and he subconsciously said, "But I have a partner."

The tool man next to him immediately showed horror.

Lu Qingxuan stared at him seriously at first, then her face gradually turned red. Prince Xu thought, something bad has happened.

He seemed to be repeating the same mistake he made when facing Ning Chunyan.

Lu Qingxuan silently put the information into a bag and patted him on the chest, with a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for him to hear:

"You humiliated me twice today. I remember that. I will remember you for at least three months and eight days. I hope you can pass the exam after that."

Three months and eight days, exactly today is the time left for the postgraduate entrance examination.

Wang Zixu felt a chill. This was the first time in his life that he was threatened by a woman who was seven or eight years younger than him.

If that's a threat.

After Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin left, although Lu Qingxuan still had no expression on her face, anyone could see that she was angry. The tool boy came over, touched the back of his head, and spoke after a long moment of hesitation:
"Why don't you say that middle-aged men are greasy? Qingxuan, you just wanted to discuss literature with him, but he didn't know what he was thinking about."

His original intention was to comfort her, but he happened to step on the wrong spot. Lu Qingxuan felt pain and turned around with a fierce look, which scared the boy.

He spoke weakly again: "Qingxuan, don't be angry. He may not be able to pass the exam. He is already 30 years old. I heard from seniors that the postgraduate entrance examination has a lot of memory. After the age of 28, memory declines and it will be difficult to pass the exam."

Lu Qingxuan seemed not to hear him, and she was busy sorting her hair. "It's nothing. I think it's good. We don't waste each other's time. Maybe that's how people in society socialize."

The tool boy was shocked again.

At this moment, a somewhat dull voice sounded: "Submit the materials."

Lu Qingxuan took the file bag with cartoon patterns on it and looked up. She saw a pretty girl and immediately calmed down. She said politely, "Please wait a moment."

She took out the information and read:
"Diao Yiwen, not a fresh graduate, born in 1999... Did you also work before taking the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "Yes."

"Have you considered transferring?"

"Not considering it." Diao Yiwen hesitated for a moment, then said, "I participated in the Xihe Literary Association before and took second place. Some people said that my literary foundation was a little weak, so I taught myself a little bit. I took this exam just for fun. If I pass, I will study. If I don't, forget it."

She said this with a calm and modest tone, but in fact, it was also Versailles. She was not taking the exam for fun, she had been preparing seriously until now.

Hearing her words, Lu Qingxuan showed a surprised look, and Diao Yiwen was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Before Lu Qingxuan could answer, people around her had already gathered around and started talking:
"Today is really a strange day. The top winner of the Xihe Literary Society just left, and here comes the runner-up. This year's postgraduate entrance exam candidates are going to be in trouble, squeezing in with so many great candidates."

Diao Yiwen was a little surprised: "He was here just now?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Just left."

Diao Yiwen said to herself, "It's normal for him to come. He's not working anymore, so he must be here to study for a master's degree."

Lu Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know him?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "He used to work in the same unit as me."

……

"What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"Isn't there a literary salon this afternoon? I want to go and listen. Is your cafeteria open to outsiders? I'll have lunch here at noon."

"That's great. I'll take you around the campus so you can get familiar with the environment and introduce us to NCU."

"Very good."

Zhao Peilin took Wang Zixu along a winding path, spread his arms, and drew a circle in the air, as if trying his best to encompass the entire campus, but he failed.

Nanjing University is too big.

"Do you know why Nanyang Technological University has the best Chinese department among all the higher education institutions in our country and also has the greatest influence in the literary world?"

Wang Zixu seemed to be thinking: "I used to feel that when it comes to Chinese majors, Nanjing University is the best, on par with Peking University. I am not sure how much influence it has in the literary world."

Zhao Peilin shook his finger and said, "NONONO, among the people, the Chinese language of Nanjing University and Peking University are indeed equally famous, but in fact, this is not the case in academia. Peking University's Chinese department has produced some cultural celebrities, but in terms of the number and quality of papers, as well as the professor system, it is still far behind Nanjing University."

Wang Zixu nodded: "So people would think that the two are equally famous, and only the students of this school know the difference."

"Yep."

"Then, do Peking University have the same idea? Do they think they are the best?"

Zhao Peilin curled his lips: "They are just arrogant, frogs in a well, monkeys wearing a crown, and ants trying to shake a tree..."

Wang Zixu held out his hand: "Okay, okay, I roughly understand the situation. Let's move on to the topic."

Zhao Peilin shook his head: "No, you haven't understood yet. I'll take you to a place and you'll understand."

Wang Zixu followed Zhao Peilin in confusion. After walking for 20 minutes, they finally arrived at a secluded place.

This is a garden-like place with winding stone paths that meander through flowers and meadows, and many blue-black busts standing on the roadside.

Wang Zixu asked: "Cultural corner?"

Zhao Peilin looked forward: "Alumni list."

He led Wang Zixu onto the bluestone slabs, walked eighteen stones along the way, and finally stopped in front of a bust of a foreigner.

Wang Zixu looked at the stone slab below the bust:

"Fu Si retreated."

“Born in Linköping, Sweden, a city of mist and clouds.”

“Believe in love, believe in beauty, believe in good taste, believe in humanity, and stick to it for the rest of your life.”

When he saw the name, Wang Zixu became excited.

"Fu Situi is also an alumnus?"

Zhao Peilin nodded: "This is one of the 18 lifetime judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature. Mo Yan won the prize after being nominated by him. The old man particularly likes Nanjing University and said that he left behind memories like flowers here. He originally requested to bury his ashes under the campus, but it did not comply with the regulations. In the end, he could only erect a statue like this to express his grief from afar."

After saying that, he sighed: "Eighteen Arhats. I wonder who will fill his shoes."

Wang Zixu looked at the bronze statue of the old man, and the more he looked at it, the cuter it seemed to him. Although he had used the Nobel Prize in Literature to encourage himself before, he had never felt it was so within reach.

Zhao Peilin continued, "If you want to win the Nobel Prize, you must first be nominated. Fu Situi is the only sinologist among the lifetime judges. Without him, the Swedish Royal Academy of Literature would not be able to get in touch with domestic writers. Even if they could, there would always be a layer of separation. And this old man is an alumnus of our Nanjing University. Our Nanjing University is the holy land of Chinese Departments. Can Peking University do it?"

Zhao Peilin held his head high and was very proud. He had brought Wang Zixu here to prove the special status of Nanyang University, but he did not expect that there was a deeper meaning for Wang Zixu.

"Are there any sinologists among the Nobel Prize judges now?" asked Wang Zixu.

Zhao Peilin said: "Master Fu Situi also has a disciple named Qiao Sili, who also works at the Royal Swedish Academy, but he did not become a lifetime judge. It is hard to say whether the Swedes are paying attention to my country's literary world."

Wang Zixu was fascinated by the reading. Zhao Peilin continued, "But you don't have to pay too much attention to the opinions of foreigners. The literary pyramid in our country is of course decided by the Chinese themselves. Come on, I'll take you to see half of the domestic literary world."

(End of this chapter)