Wang Zixu originally didn't intend to join in the fun, but after hearing Lin Feng's sincere words, he agreed.

Speaking of which, Yan Zishan asked him to "go to the East China Sea." He has already arrived at the East China Sea. I wonder what Yan Zishan will say next?

Finally, he arrived at the NTU campus. This was the second time he entered here, but he found that it was much busier than the last time. Vehicles from all over the place gathered here and lined up at the entrance. A man who looked like a security guard came over and waved to him:

"No need to go in, the parking lot is full."

Wang Zixu stuck his head out of the window: "Is it full?"

"Full. Turn around, turn around."

Wang Zixu had no choice but to drive the car to the side of the road.

Donghai is a delicate place. Wang Zixu didn't know whether parking was allowed on the roadside, but there was already a row of cars parked on the roadside, so he followed suit.

As soon as he got off the car, three girls ran over and pointed at his car.

"It's Boshimiya!"

"Yes, it's Baoshi rice."

The three girls have different looks and attire. One of them has a face that is not very special, but has extremely long eyelashes; some are wearing polka-dot T-shirts and have large breasts;

They looked like work-study students standing on the roadside handing out flyers, but what they held in their hands were not flyers.

Wang Zixu picked up his registration information and walked straight to school. However, three girls caught up with him from behind and greeted him:

"Are you from Nanda University?"

Wang Zixu didn't know how to answer this sentence, so he could only shake his head: "Not yet."

The three girls chirped and said: "We are sophomore students in the Chinese Department, and we are currently doing a research project. Could you please take some time to cooperate with us in doing a questionnaire survey?"

"Can."

Among them, the girl with long eyelashes took out a piece of manuscript paper and put it on her notebook: "What is your academic qualifications?"

"Undergraduate."

"Are you an undergraduate student or a graduate?" The girl with long eyelashes raised her eyes.

Wang Zixu said: "It has been many years since I graduated."

"Then you are going to NTU now..." the girl with long eyelashes asked.

"Register for graduate school." Wang Zixu said, holding up the information in his hand.

The three girls whispered to each other: "Yes, today is indeed the day to register for graduate students."

The busty girl in polka-dot clothes raised her head and asked with a strange expression: "Excuse me, how old are you?"

Wang Zixu did not mince words: "Thirty."

The three girls looked at each other and then said: "Oh, working graduate student."

"Full-time."

"You're still registering for a graduate degree at the age of thirty? Or a full-time graduate student?" The girl's eyes widened.

Wang Zixu said: "Jin Yong was a graduate student when he was eighty years old."

"That's true." The busty girl in polka-dot clothes said sincerely, "What I want to express is that my uncle's perseverance is commendable."

Wang Zixu felt a little short of breath: "I'm only seven, eight, or nine years older than you, right? I won't become an uncle, right?"

The busty girl in polka-dot clothes stuck out her tongue: "But it feels like 30 is a very far away age."

Wang Zixu thought viciously in his heart, in another five years, you will start to panic. The God of Time is fair.

"This is not the point. Please don't change the subject." The girl with long eyelashes stopped the topic from spreading. "The subject of our survey is the general public's enthusiasm for the Nobel Prize for Literature. We would like to ask, do you know about the Nobel Prize for Literature?

Has it been announced recently?”

"I know too much."

Before Wang Zixu could recover from his previous setback, the girl with long eyelashes nodded with a smile and asked again:

"Then do you know the winner of this Nobel Prize in Literature?"

"John Fother, Norwegian writer."

The three girls' eyes lit up, they exchanged surprised looks with each other, and praised Wang Zixu greatly: "This is the first one today who can accurately answer the name and nationality."

"oh."

Wang Zixu now thought that he might not be considered an ordinary person.

Will ordinary people have 49 opportunities to win the Nobel Prize in Literature?

However, in the secular evaluation system, a 30-year-old unemployed vagrant who came to take the postgraduate entrance examination, even if he is not an ordinary person, is still on a lower level than the ordinary people. It is like a bumper harvest to the Yellow Crane Tower.

"How much do you know about his work?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have read his collection of "Someone is Coming". There are several scripts in it. I have not read other prose or poems. I haven't read too many."

This answer was beyond the expectations of the three girls. They looked at each other and fell silent.

Finally, the girl in polka-dot clothes said frankly: "I just gave out the award yesterday, and I read it today. How come it's so fast? Do you live next to a bookstore?"

"It's not like John Fosse was awarded the Nobel Prize because of this person. I read his book before this year's Nobel Prize was announced."

The wavy-haired girl opened her mouth slightly, and her apricot-shaped eyes stared at him suspiciously, as if she was saying sincerely: Uncle, it is outdated to rely on pretending to be a young man to pick up girls.

Wang Zixu couldn't help but start to defend: "He has long been a well-known playwright in Norway and a world-class playwright. Isn't it unusual to read his books?"

He was not angry at the distrust of several girls. When he bought John Fosse's work, he found that the sales volume of the book online was 10, and he was quite surprised: there were 10 people in China who also wanted to pursue him.

Nobel Prize for Literature?

Other than that, he could think of no other reason for anyone to read the Norwegian playwright's minimalist play.

The girl in polka-dot clothes waved her hand, as if she wanted to skip the topic quickly: "Next question."

The girl with long eyelashes suddenly turned over a few pages of manuscript and asked: "Do you have any opinion on the result of this Nobel Prize in Literature?"

Wang Zixu stood still: "Why should I have an opinion?"

The girl with long eyelashes was startled by his tone: "I mean, if you were asked to choose, who would you choose to win this award?"

Many names floated through Wang Zixu's mind, and finally he said: "It's John Fother. He deserves it."

After a pause, he added: "If you can choose, then I would nominate Thomas Pynchon, Milan Kundera, Don DeLillo..."

The girl with long eyelashes shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute...please speak slower."

Wang Zixu taught her how to write those words: "Thomas Pynchon, Pin is the pin of the sketch, and Qin is the admiration... What's going on? Why don't students in the Chinese Department even know Thomas Pynchon?

"

Girls with long eyelashes were trained to have sparkling eyes, but Wang Zixu couldn't care less, and continued:

"If I could bring the dead back to life to receive the award, I would also give it to Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Calvino, Nabokov, Philip Roth... Oh yes

, there was no Nobel Prize when Dostoyevsky died, so we can only trouble Mr. Nobel to die early...

"Didn't hear you clearly? Okay, let me speak slower. Thomas Pynchon, Don DeLillo, and Milan Kundera are the ones who need to be awarded as soon as possible. If they don't award them, they may die. If they die, it will be too late. Philip

Ross was miserable enough. He died in 18 years and only lived to be 85 years old. The above people are also about the same age as him. If he died, it would be a pity for the Nobel Prize..."

Wang Zixu's chattering made the scene eerily quiet. The three girls looked at each other, obviously this barrage made them quite uneasy.

The girl in polka-dot clothes raised her hand to interrupt him: "Let me ask, which major are you applying for as a graduate student?"

"Chinese Department."

The three girls were relieved now, and the suffocation in their chests was gone: "It turns out it's senior brother."

Watching the girls celebrate, Wang Zixu finally realized that their strange silence just now was because his performance exceeded expectations. The girls were shocked by his naming of dishes and felt quite jealous.

"Senior brother, are you from this school or from another school?"

"My undergraduate degree is from Beijing Institute of Technology."

"...Does BIT have a Chinese department?"

"I'm not a Chinese major, I'm majoring in engineering."

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the three girls, Wang Zixu said earnestly: "It is not that only those in the Chinese department study, and it does not mean that students in the Chinese department must read more books than others. Let the major you study give you more wings.

Instead of letting the profession become the mold that solidifies itself.”

After he finished speaking, he felt that there was something great in this sentence, but the reaction of the listeners was not satisfactory. None of the three girls responded. Wang Zixu suddenly felt a little discouraged and wondered if his preaching just now was a bit too fatherly.

.

This also reflects the changes in students' mental outlook over the years. Today's students are more confident. If it were before, when Chen Qingluo said, "You haven't even read XX," Wang Zixu's reaction would be to nod and bow, "I am ignorant and I am guilty."

", I sent Chen Qingluo off after her big trip and went home secretly to stay up late reading.

But that won't be the case now. Wang Zixu unconsciously adopted Chen Qingluo's attitude in the past, exactly the same as when she taught him a lesson: What? You don't even know Thomas Pynchon? The living legend, America's most famous

One of the great serious writers, "Gravity's Rainbow", you don't even know this, how dare you stay in the Chinese Department?

But the three girls were indifferent, and Wang Zixu began to reflect on himself: maybe not knowing Thomas Pynchon is not a sin.
To be continued...