As a good young man in the new era who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, Zhao Fusheng has always felt that he should be low-key, simply put, if there is no need, he will not offend people easily.

Convincing people with virtue and making money with kindness, these eight words are a rule that Zhao Fusheng set for himself after careful consideration, simply put, it is to try to use peaceful means to achieve his goals.

As a civilized person, Zhao Fusheng felt that he had to have enough grace to do it.

Fighting and the like are things that only barbarians can do, as the so-called laborers govern people, and laborers govern people, as a reborn, Zhao Fusheng still has this self-confidence.

It is precisely for this reason that even if Li Zhiyuan provoked himself, Zhao Fusheng ignored it.

If the bear child is disobedient, is it possible to be an adult and be able to see him in general?

Of course, the face that should be hit must be beaten, so Zhao Fusheng left that pile of words.

And at this moment, the words and sentences that came out of Hu Xia's mouth were like slaps one after another, slapping Li Zhiyuan's face fiercely, making him unable to say a word.

Now Li Zhiyuan feels that he is the biggest joke.

Just now he said that Zhao Fusheng Jianglang was exhausted and couldn't write poems, but now, sentence after sentence, especially those two short poems, it was as if Zhao Fusheng was silently mocking him.

It turned out that it was not that he couldn't write, but that he didn't want to write. ”

Mu Qingqing's just right voice sounded, neither light nor heavy, neither high nor low, but it made several people lower their heads.

They were all people who had just echoed Li Zhiyuan, but now, they were all silent.

"Yo, I'm reading poetry. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps not far away, and several middle-aged people walked over, led by a middle-aged man in his early forties.

Seeing someone coming, Gu Xueyi hurriedly greeted her: "Dean Zhou, you are here." ”

"Well, passing by here, I saw your banner, so I came over to take a look, how is it, is there a poetry meeting?" Dean Zhou said to Gu Xueyi with a smile.

Gu Xueyi nodded: "Graduation is coming soon, everyone gets together, it can be regarded as a parting commemoration." ”

As she spoke, she smiled and said to Dean Zhou, "Dean, come over and tell you a few words." ”

Dean Zhou is the vice president of the College of Letters, and he is also a No. 1 writer and poet in the literary circle in the province.

"Okay, then I'll just say a few words. Dean Zhou smiled and walked into the pavilion, it was obvious that he was very familiar with the students of these poetry clubs, and several juniors and seniors walked over to greet him.

"Well, you're all going to graduate in a flash. Dean Zhou couldn't help but feel a little emotional, then saw Mu Qingqing, smiled and said, "Mu Qingqing, have you written any good poems recently?"

Obviously, the two men knew each other.

Mu Qingqing shook her head gently: "No, I haven't felt anything lately." ”

Dean Zhou smiled: "Don't worry, writing poetry requires inspiration and opportunities. ”

Then, he saw Hu Xia standing not far from Mu Qingqing's side and a few other girls who had just joined the poetry club, blinked his eyes and asked, "These classmates are new members?"

"Yes, they are all newcomers to our poetry club. Mu Qingqing hurriedly introduced it to everyone.

Dean Zhou came to Hu Xia and the others with a smile, and was really ready to say a few words of encouragement, but at a glance he saw the comic pig head in Hu Xia's hand, and laughed with a snort, "Classmate, this is a poetry club, not a comic club, what are you doing with a pig's head, there are still words here, what's the matter, do you play limericks?"

Hu Xia blushed suddenly, shook his head vigorously and denied it, "No, no, no, you misunderstood." ”

Dean Zhou smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Can you show me, what is written?"

Hearing this, Hu Xia was stunned, she originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Zhao Fusheng's appearance when she was ridiculed by Li Zhiyuan, and thinking of her boyfriend's reproachful eyes, she gritted her teeth and handed the paper directly to Dean Zhou.

Dean Zhou took the cartoon and looked down.

After this glance, his eyes never left the paper.

After a while, Dean Zhou raised his head, looked at Hu Xia, and asked tentatively, "You wrote it?"

"No, no, no, it's not me, it's not me. ”

Hu Xia hurriedly shook his head and denied: "The one who wrote this is a friend of mine. ”

"What major is he?" Dean Zhou continued.

"Advertising planning. Hu Xia replied a little strangely.

"Play the piano indiscriminately! How can such a genius learn advertising, he should come to the Academy of Letters!" Dean Zhou blurted out, but he didn't notice that the faces of the people around him all changed.

Li Zhiyuan suddenly felt that he was a little redundant to stay here now.

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Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan went back to the dormitory, and in the evening, Hu Xia called Tan Kaixuan, but this guy actually danced in the dormitory with PHS, and the others were stunned.

"You guy, crazy?" Wen Yu asked as he looked at Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan smiled: "What do you know, let me tell you, Lao Zhao showed his face today." ”

"What do you mean?"

Wen Yu looked dazed, and even Zhao Fusheng himself was a little strange, "What's wrong?"

"Are you writing poems on paper?" Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that when he was listening to the group of "poets" reciting poems, he was indeed idle and wrote some short sentences on the paper.

"It's just a few short sentences, it's nothing. Zhao Fusheng shook his head and denied Tan Kaixuan's statement.

"Whether it's a short sentence or a poem, anyway, those words of yours shocked them. With a smug smile, Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng, "Didn't you see, Hu Xia said that Li Zhiyuan's face at that time seemed to have been slapped by someone, and if there was a crack in the ground, he could get into it directly." ”

After all, Li Zhiyuan had just boasted that his work had been published by the newspaper in the city, and said that Zhao Fusheng was so talented that he couldn't write poetry, but the things that Zhao Fusheng wrote on paper, even if he was a little less literate, could see that he was indeed much stronger than him.

More importantly, the appearance of Vice Dean Zhou, who has an almost unshakable position in the literary circle of Ninghai University, has completely condemned the whole thing.

In the words of Vice President Zhou, how could a young man who could write such sentences go to study advertising design, he should obviously become a free and easy poet.

In this regard, Zhao Fusheng said that he understands the love of an old literary youth, and also understands that for literati like Dean Zhou, poetry is everything they pursue.

But for a layman like himself, it is not my wish to be a marquis, and money is more valuable.

Zhao Fusheng's mind is always on making money.

Money fans, completely hopeless.