"On the one hand, they said that you have always had a longing for NTU and have been trying to get admitted to NTU's graduate school. In this regard, I can convince myself to be more generous. On the other hand..."

He recited in a retelling tone: "'All art, all aspirations, as well as all actions and explorations can be regarded as aiming at some kind of 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"."

"Not bad. What do you think of this sentence?"

"There is a kind of classical beauty," Wang Zixu said, "the ancient Chinese sages also said similar things."

"Which sentence?"

"'Reflexively without shrinking, even though I am broad and broad, I will not be afraid; by reflexively shrinking, even if there are thousands of people, I will go on.' It also talks about making value judgments from the original starting point of 'goodness', but Mencius is more

Most of them are discussed from the perspective of the ruler."

Professor Zhong had a smile on his face.

"Which university did you graduate from?"

"Beili." Wang Zixu answered truthfully.

Professor Zhong asked: "Beijing University of Science and Technology? Are you studying liberal arts or science?"

"Engineering."

Zhong Junmin thought for a while and said: "You have read so many books and thought so much while studying engineering. I now believe that you are really a person who has the dream of NTU."

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 promote this matter, because I think it is the pursuit of beauty, and beauty is goodness. For your matter, many people have violated the rules, including me. I hope that in the future, I will face good and evil

When making a decision, you can remain clear-headed and don’t forget everything others have done for you today.”

Wang Zixu nodded heavily.

"I heard that you work in a small unit here?" Professor Zhong asked again.

"Um."

"You will sit next to me when I attend the literary conference to award awards later." Professor Zhong said, "Since I have given you the status of NTU's specially invited manuscript, you will naturally be in our NTU camp."

Wang Zi nodded: "Okay."

Professor Zhong added: "If your novel finally gets a ranking, I'm afraid it will be a great satire for many people. Since you have satirized others, don't expect others not to retaliate. You have to withstand the pressure."

Wang Zixu said: "I will."

"Finally," Professor Zhong said, "if you take the Chinese language and literature major at NTU in the future, you can choose me as your tutor."

This was a very weighty sentence. Wang Zixu nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"I've finished, you can leave. Remember to exchange contact information with Zhao Peilin and come to the award ceremony on time."

Before Wang Zixu went out, Zhao Peilin said to him: "Professor Zhong recognizes you."

"Um."

"I figured it out, it's the same thing for you to show your face this time, but you have to get admitted to Nanda as soon as possible. You have rich social experience. When you get admitted, you will definitely be able to bring a lot of girl resources. This way, not only me, but our Nanda students

Many brothers may be saved."

He is so naive that Wang Zixu cannot bear to tell him the cruel reality. What girl resources does he have? Should he introduce Guo Ranran to him?

The atmosphere at this time was not suitable for making depressing remarks. He just nodded heavily, and then said to Zhao Peilin's innocent face, "Okay."

In any case, he passed the test. After going out, Wang Zixu dialed Ning Chunyan's phone number.

"Hey, I just met Professor Zhong."

Ning Chunyan said in surprise: "How is it? What did you say?"

"I met Professor Zhong and his student Zhao Peilin. We did push-ups and talked about Aristotle."

"Sounds quite harmonious."

"Actually, he is very serious." Wang Zixu said, "Professor Zhong gives me the impression that he is a very serious person, or in other words, a very pure person."

Ning Chunyan said: "Really? You feel the same as me. You also give me the impression that you are a very pure person. I was thinking before that if you two such pursuing people bump into each other, will there be conflicts?

.”

Wang Zixu said: "That's not true. 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 approves of you. Professor Zhong takes the family very seriously. If he is dissatisfied with you, I wish you would stay far away."

Wang Zixu said: "It's very gratifying."

Ning Chunyan said again: "By the way, let me tell you something."

"Say." Wang Zixu smiled. He was waiting for her to tell him how she persuaded Professor Zhong.

"I'm going to grade your manuscript soon." Ning Chunyan said with a smile.

Wang Zixu said: "With your cynical attitude, can you really do such a serious job as grading?"

"Who said that, I am very serious!"

"Since you are serious, don't reveal this kind of thing to the contestants." Wang Zixu said, "It is important to avoid suspicion."

"Hmph. You are quite upright."

A smile appeared on Ning Chunyan's lips.

Wang Zixu was surprisingly difficult to speak on such a big issue. She originally planned to tease him, but seeing how serious he looked, she found it difficult to speak.

Ning Chunyan's tone became really serious and reminded: "But let me tell you, you are not the only one who has acquaintances in this essay competition. Not all judges and contestants are as upright as you.

.”

Wang Zixu said: "I know. But I will retreat from myself. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go. I don't want to look back in the future and realize that I have done something wrong. That will leave me with an eternal weakness that is easy to defeat."

Ning Chunyan smiled.

Although he is horribly pedantic, he is also horribly reassuring.

Wang Zixu paused and then said: "In addition, I seem to have discovered how you promoted my manuscript to Nanda 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 will definitely take the postgraduate entrance examination at Nanjing University in the future?"

Ning Chunyan's voice sounded a little guilty: "I didn't say that."

"That's it."

"But that's not what I said."

"Who said that?"

…

"Teacher Chen Qingluo, can you tell me how you embarked on the path of novel creation?" the reporter asked.

Chen Qingluo sat on the sofa in the hotel living room with a bored look on her face, her hands on her legs, as if she was on trial.

After hiding in Ningchun Yan's house for so many days, she still couldn't escape this incident. Even if her evasion skills were maxed out, she still couldn't escape the all-pervasive reporters.

Fortunately, she has finished writing "Beauvoir's Dedication". Otherwise, if she were to be interviewed like this today and hit with a set of punches, even her best condition would be wiped out.

"Teacher Chen Qingluo?" the reporter urged in a higher tone.

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 harbored a literary dream..."

"Ahem," the reporter coughed twice, "Teacher Chen, please tell me something more real and down-to-earth. Our report is for children and parents. Your experience can set a good example for them.

"

This reporter is a beautiful sister in black stockings. She is also meticulously wearing a suit on a hot day. It is so hot that sweat breaks out on her forehead and there is powder on her face. In short, she looks so pitiful that people cannot bear to refuse.

Chen Qingluo sighed and said, "I participated in a competition and won a lot of money at once, and I have been writing since then."

"Well……"

Chen Qingluo described an upright literary competition as like gambling, which sounded very discordant. When forming the manuscript, certain modifications and polishes are bound to be made. After the reporter sister made a mental note, she continued to ask:

"Are you from a poor family?"

"Not poor."

"Then...your motivation is only money?"

Chen Qingluo held her hands and asked: "If you don't get paid for going to work, how much motivation do you have to work in this class?"

"Uh... I don't think there are many. But Teacher Chen, I don't quite understand the logic."

"I happened to make a lot of money writing novels when I was 17 years old, so I started writing novels. Without this money, I would have had to find a class after graduation, but with this money, I even
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