Guan Fanyi took Zhang Yuanlai to see old Professor Zhong Xiang and then left.

They are all teachers from the Renmin University School of Liberal Arts, and the school has not given her any other tasks, so there is no point in staying here.

"Young man, don't be too modest. I'm not as good as you when it comes to poetry."

A smile appeared on old Professor Zhong Xiang's face.

Unbeknownst to others, old Professor Zhong Xiang knew the interesting story of Zhang Yuan getting Mr. Qu and others into the hospital.

At their age, as long as they don't die, it's all fun. There are very few things that can make people happy, and they laugh less and less every time.

"Boy, I just wrote some poems out of sudden inspiration. It's nothing."

"You should say less of this kind of thing in the future. I just don't specialize in ancient poetry, otherwise you would be so angry that I would end up in the hospital now."

The faces of the nineteen students standing nearby who were slightly rosy before were now pale.

They stood here for half an hour, not daring to sit down, not daring to speak, and not daring to express their anger.

Professor Zhong Xiang also closed his eyes and didn't say a word before Zhang Yuan arrived.

The teachers at the National People's University around me are actually students of old Professor Zhong Xiang. The old professor retired in 1990, and now the students he teaches are all in their fifties.

Almost all of them are at the level of professors. There are only a few left to teach, and this time they all went out.

They knew that the teacher was in poor health, and they didn't think of finding a topic to talk about. After all, every word was a waste of energy.

As a result, as soon as Zhang Yuan arrived, Professor Zhong Xiang opened up his chat box.

It is difficult to have a descendant that you like, especially in modern society where most young people are unwilling to study ancient culture.

"What I told you is the truth, Professor Zhong Xiang, don't worry.

At my level, I am basically invincible in China. If anyone can write poetry better than me, I will put the name Zhang Yuan upside down."

"Junior Zhang Yuan is not afraid of flashing his tongue when he speaks."

Damn it, someone is really going to cause trouble.

Zhang Yuan said why he received a lot of hostility from strangers as soon as he came in, and also received a lot of hostility points. There were spies in the relationship team.

When Zhang Yuan turned around to see if it was the blind guy who was criticizing him, he unexpectedly saw He Leer.

"Senior Le'er, why are you here?"

"Junior, you still don't know that I am from the Ancient Poetry Club?"

"Ahem, don't you know that? Senior sister, you didn't tell me to come and participate in the ancient poetry conference."

“My junior brother obviously didn’t care much about me after I signed with the company.

A man’s mouth is a deceitful thing. Once you get it, you won’t cherish it.”

‘Violence value +1000...’

What does it mean to not cherish something once you get it? Fourteen of these nineteen people are men, and now they all hate themselves.

Zhang Yuan could no longer tell whether they were spies or whether he was the villain.

"Senior sister, you have misunderstood me. I have been busy writing scripts these days, and I started looking for a director the day before yesterday."

"Oh, it seems I made the mistake of blaming my junior."

The buddy who just spoke out against Zhang Yuan has a green face now.

He was ready to fight, but Zhang Yuan ignored him.

"Zhang Yuan, stop talking.

The car will arrive soon, let's go to the auditorium of Kyoto University first."

The ancient poetry conference starts at one o'clock in the afternoon. It is definitely not appropriate to go there after lunch.

Zhang Yuan didn't know what they planned to do so early. If it started at three o'clock, everyone could enter the venue calmly.

In fact, there is something wrong with Zhang Yuan's understanding of the competition system. Ten professors from five universities will be judged. Except for the five quotas for each person in the first round, everyone in each other round must make a joint decision to advance to the next round.

This will waste a lot of time. If these old professors see a poem and sit there in a daze for a long time, everyone will be in trouble.

In the past, the ancient poetry conference lasted for two days, but now because it is aimed at college students, the time has been changed to Friday from 1 to 5 pm, and then from 7 pm until the end.

The school arranged a bus and a commercial vehicle.

The participating students naturally took buses, and the commercial vehicle was prepared for Mr. Zhong.

Zhang Yuan did nothing special and took the bus with He Leer.

He Leer was very happy because Zhang Yuan chatted with her about the script in the car.

What young girl doesn't want to become the kindest star in the sky.

"Did they get together later?"

Zhang Yuan did not tell He Leer the ending, so as to give He Leer some sense of expectation.

"This is a secret, you'll find out when the filming begins."

"Junior, if you play a senior who is a few years older than me, will the audience be surprised?"

"Senior Le'er, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Although I am a young kid, senior, you look younger.

He has a small face that can make you choke. There are so many people in the car now, so if it were just the two of us in the car, we would definitely not be able to help but do something that cannot be shown on TV."

"Rogue! Vulgar!"

Mud, it’s that bad pen again.

It's really not annoying.

"Hey, do you have a girlfriend?"

"My name is Ponza, not hello.

Besides, whether I have a girlfriend or not has nothing to do with you."

"Why don't you just call it a ligation?

Whether you have a girlfriend or not has nothing to do with me, but what does it have to do with you that I'm flirting with you?"

"you!"

"Smelly idiot!"

This idiot named Ponza ruined Zhang Yuan's mood of flirting with girls.

"You are angry. You should not be angry with such a person."

He Leer's concern for Zhang Yuan was more like a sharp knife thrust into Pangza's heart.

Le'er, how did I become such a person? I joined the Ancient Poetry Society just because of you. Have you forgotten?

No one can hear Ponza's inner monologue, and even if he screams out, He Leer's impression of him will not change.

"What I'm angry about is that your way of comforting me, senior, is wrong."

"Then how are you going to comfort me?"

There was some awkwardness with Le'er. Zhang Yuan was her boss, so she would definitely stand by Zhang Yuan's side unconditionally, but how could she blame her for being angry.

"Just a comforting hug will be fine."

There was a teacher and a driver in the car, but there were twenty-two people. Excluding Zhang Yuan and Leer, twenty pairs of eyes were staring at them.

He Leer lowered his head, wondering if he wanted to hug her?

She has not had any scandals in more than two years. If she was involved today, she would become the headline of the National People's Congress forum tomorrow.

But if you think about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with a hug.

This is not a loving hug, just a comforting hug.

The boy's words just now were really unpleasant. He was a hooligan and vulgar.

It was obviously Zhang Yuan who was saying that he was very attractive in disguise.

After some ideological struggle with Leer, he opened his arms.
Chapter completed!