Chapter 117

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Inside the hotel room.

Jiang Shu rubbed his forehead with a headache and woke up.

Taking out his mobile phone, Jiang Shu glanced at the time in a daze.

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

In a daze, Jiang Shu saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls on the phone.

Most of them were called by Wang Youwei.

Propping up the bed and sitting up, Jiang Shu called Wang Youwei back.

The call was quickly connected.

As soon as it was connected, Wang Youwei's anxious voice came from there, "Jiang Shu, where are you?"

"Huh?!" Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, and replied with a confused face, "Brother Wang, I'm in the hotel!"

"you're in the hotel, I waited for you in the hotel room last night, and I didn't see you come back at all, and the phone couldn't get through, and I didn't reply to WeChat. I thought you were too handsome to be targeted by an underground organization and sold into a duck shop!" Wang Youwei said angrily.

"But, Brother Wang, I'm really in the hotel now!" Jiang Shu's eyes glanced left and right, this decoration, this arrangement, and the hotel logo posted on the wall of the living room, all showed that Jiang Shu was in the hotel where he stayed yesterday!

Alas, wait!

Wrong!

Why is the suitcase in the corner of the living room pink?

Jiang Shu remembered that his suitcase was obviously pure black, right?!

"Jiang Shu, you come to chase me, if you chase me, I will ......"

When Jiang Shu was thinking about the philosophy of life, 'Where am I?', he suddenly heard a familiar female voice from one side.

Jiang Shu subconsciously looked to the side of the bed.

And then.

I saw Su Yan, who was holding a pillow and smiling sweetly and sleeping in my sleep.

"Huh?!"

Jiang Shu was so frightened that he jumped three feet high.

I...... Why would I sleep in the same bed with Su Yan?!

No wonder.

No wonder he was obviously in the hotel, but Wang Youwei said that he didn't go back all night.

He's right at the hotel.

But it's not his own room, it's in Su Yan's room!

and shared the bed with Su Yan all night.

This matter, if Su Yan's fans knew about it, it was estimated that they would hack him to death!

Jiang Shu shuddered.

Suddenly.

Jiang Shu thought of something, and hurriedly lifted the quilt covering his lower body.

Then a long sigh of relief.

It's okay, the pants are still there, the pants are still there!

It seems that nothing inappropriate happened to the two of them last night.

Jiang Shu estimated that the two of them should have been drinking last night, and then they fell asleep in the same bed.

There is a clean slate between the two of them!

Well, that's right, it must be so!

Jiang Shu looked at the slightly messy shirt on Su Yan's upper body, hypnotizing himself like this.

At this time, Wang Youwei spoke on the phone, "Jiang Shu, what's the situation over there, why did I still hear a woman's voice, you, shouldn't you have gone to the big health care without me last night!"

Jiang Shu was messy in the wind, "Brother Wang, what are you thinking in your head, it's true that I'm single now, but I'm not as hungry as you think!" Brother Wang, you wait for me in the room, I'll go back immediately." ”

Hung up the phone, Jiang Shu cautiously got out of bed, and after making sure that Su Yan would not wake up for a while, Jiang Shu pinched Su Yan's face full of collagen, and then left humming a cheerful song.

This wave, this wave is not a loss!

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School of Liberal Arts, Tsinghua University.

A poetry appreciation course taught by Dean Yan.

There were forty or fifty students sitting below.

Walking into the classroom with the lesson plan, Dean Yan held the chalk and clicked a few big words on the blackboard:

"Water Tune Song Header - When Will the Bright Moon Be There"!

"You should have heard of this poem, right?" Dean Yan asked the students below.

The students nodded in unison.

Although this Mid-Autumn Festival song just came out yesterday afternoon, the extremely high quality of this song has caused it to spread very quickly.

In just half a day's effort, it has become an existence that everyone knows and knows in the Chinese poetry circle.

And all the people in the industry who have read this poem have praised this poem.

"Today we are going to talk about this song "Water Tune Song Head", and talk about why I called this poem the most popular Mid-Autumn Festival poem. ”

During the time of the class, Dean Yan talked about all the content of this "Water Tune Song Head".

"This poem was written by a celebrity who is about your age. Therefore, you should not be arrogant and empty of everything just because you have entered Tsinghua University. Your goal is to be the pride of Tsinghua University, not to make Tsinghua University your pride. Dean Yan started the chicken soup session at the end of the class as usual.

"Teacher, how can we become the pride of Tsinghua University?" one student asked, raising his hand.

"Just write a song of the level of "Water Tune Song Head". If you can write it, I guarantee your picture will be hung on our school's Honor Alumni Wall tomorrow. Dean Yan opened his mouth with a smile.

"That'...... Forget it. The student smirked.

The bell rings at the end of class.

Dean Yan clapped his hands, "Assign homework, first of all, the feeling after reading the song "Water Tune Song Head", at least 1,000 words per person, there is no limit on it, and it will be handed over to me next week." Also, the song "Water Tune Song Head" requires me to recite the full text, and I will spot check it next week. ”

After speaking, Dean Yan walked out of the classroom amid the wails of the students.

After leaving the classroom, Dean Yan did not go home, but took a car to a small restaurant in Yanjing.

In a tavern.

There is an old friend who is already waiting for Dean Yan.

"Old Xue, you came early!" Dean Yan smiled and pushed open the door of the box and came in.

"It's okay today, so I'll be here early. The one who Dean Yan called Lao Xue got up and shook hands with Dean Yan.

The two of them sat down.

Dean Yan spoke, "Have you heard of the song "Water Tune Song Head"?"

Like Dean Yan, this Lao Xue is also one of the vice presidents of the Huaguo Poetry Association, plus he is often in Yanjing, so he has a very close relationship with Dean Yan, and he can be regarded as an old friend.

"I heard. And I've heard that the poem was written by a young man in his early twenties. Lao Xue smiled bitterly, "Are young people nowadays so perverted? Didn't I try to complete the fragments of the song before with the rhythm of the song head with water, but ...... What I cobbled together and the current version of "Water Tune Song Head" is not qualified to be compared with it at all. ”

"I know the author of "Water Tune Song Head", I have seen talented young people in my life, but unfortunately, he is in the entertainment industry. Dean Yan sighed.

"Since you have the talent to write the song "Water Tune Song Head", what are you still messing with in the entertainment industry, isn't this tyrannical ruin!" Lao Xue also hated iron and steel after listening to it.

In Lao Xue's opinion, a person like Jiang Shu with an explosive talent for poetry should be locked up in a small black room and write poems and lyrics every day.

"I'll talk to him about this later. Dean Yan motioned to Lao Xue to stabilize his mentality, "Lao Xue, aren't you working in the Chinese Curriculum Materials R&D Center?"

Lao Xue nodded, "That's right." ”

The so-called Chinese Curriculum R&D Center, which is affiliated to the Ministry of Education, is simply a department that compiles Chinese textbooks and textbooks for primary and secondary schools.

Dean Yan continued, "I heard that the next edition of the middle school Chinese textbook is about to be revised, and I think that I can write "Water Tune Song Head" into the middle school Chinese textbook. ”

Write "Water Tune Song Head" into a middle school textbook?

Lao Xue's eyes lit up when he heard this proposal.

Truly.

Except for the fact that the song "Water Tune Song Head" was not written by ancient people, the rest of the words can meet the conditions for being selected into primary and secondary school textbooks.

"I will seriously consider this proposal of yours. ”