The dignified school beauty is said to be "death of suicide". How can it be so beautiful?

Before the school was sightseeing, the leader of the project team, who was leading the project, received a call from Professor Fu, asking them to go back to the Education and Research Building.

Everyone talked and laughed and turned back to the Education and Research Building. As soon as they arrived at the door, they didn't know what was wrong. The person walking in the front was nailed to death by nails.

The person behind: "Let's go, I see the beauty, you..." The man didn't finish his words, and the second half of the sentence was choked back. The people who were still smiling just now became serious and restrained in an instant.

"Director Chen, Principal Luo!"

Principal Jian Ningmeng was full of doubts, and someone inside said, "Everyone came in, have you made a mistake? Is it a punishment to stand at the door?"

It was a heartwarming voice, probably from an elderly man. When he walked in front, Jian Ningmeng also walked in. There were four or five people aged about 50 yuan. When he saw that his majesty was as high as Professor Fu, and he must be higher than Professor Fu.

Jian Ningmeng gathered around the person closest and asked, "Are these people your professors?"

"That is our department head, that is our principal, the highest in the industry and the most powerful, and there is also a person from the Education Bureau. The rest of the people are not recognized. In short, they are all big leaders!"

A great leader? Is a very powerful official?

Jian Ningmeng nodded in a clear way. After everyone entered the door, Jian Ningmeng, as the only girl, was the youngest and the lowest, immediately attracted the attention of several major leaders: "Is this also a student of our Hong Kong University? There were special enrollment last year? Why didn't I know?"

Professor Fu immediately said: "No!"

"Old Fu, I remember you are a son. When did you get such a beautiful daughter?" Everyone chuckled. Professor Fu said: "It would be great if I could have such a daughter. This is an expert I specially invited!"

Expert? Such a young child is called an expert?

Everyone immediately looked at Jian Ningmeng with a scrutiny. Professor Fu introduced: "She is Jian Ningmeng. Our fourth young master in Mocheng, Mr. Jian's sister, has a bizarre story on her."

"What story?" Someone asked, Professor Fu couldn't explain it clearly in a few words. He said: "Ning Meng is proficient in ancient characters, from oracle bone script to Qin Zhuan, and all six countries are proficient in characters."

Proficient in ancient characters? Nowadays, talented women are proficient in six languages, France, Britain, and Australia. There are very few people who train children to study Chinese history now.

As archaeologists, they have a particularly good impression of those who are passionate about Chinese culture.

A person who seems to be the highest among these people asked: "Little girl, are you interested in the history of our China?"

What did Jian Ningmeng say? Can she say that she only likes ancient poetry, not mathematics, and English?

She said generously: "I am a little sloppy and knowledgeable, only know some ancient characters and love ancient poetry. The others are not satisfactory."

"Well, listen to this, I am a lady from a scholarly family."

Everyone agreed and said, "Yes!"

Everyone talked a few times and the topic turned to Professor Fu's topic. Although the topic has just begun, the progress is still amazing. The translation work of the existing Tuanwen and Dingwen has been completed.

"This is all Ning Meng's credit. With her there, she is a living book!"

Everyone looked at Jian Ningmeng again.
Chapter completed!