Tong Tianshen replied slowly: "What do you mean that there is no negotiation? It is clear that you have been invited again and again, Jiang Xiaoyou has refused again and again, the situation is already very clear, why can't the old man pick up a leak in the back?"

"Mr. Tong, what are you doing to pick up leaks? It's clearly demolishing the stage!"

Cao Wenwen, a professor of the Department of Chinese at Aurora University, shook his folding fan and persuaded: "Brother Ma, please be restless, Mr. Tong, you are also discouraged, I think this kind of thing cannot only depend on the enthusiasm of the two of you, the key depends on Jiang Shuiyuan's own choice, maybe people are neither optimistic about Jinling University nor Beiping Normal University, so they recognize our Aurora University? Our Aurora University is the first school in Shanghai where the Jiangnan context is located——"

"Go aside!" Tong Tianshen and Ma Qingsheng scolded in unison.

Fang Quan, editor-in-chief of the magazine, hurriedly came forward to mediate: "Now that the weather is hot, everyone is angry, we must be more considerate of each other, and don't hurt the harmony." I think Professor Cao just said something very pertinent, that is, we can't patronize our own ideas, and the key depends on the choice of Jiang Shuiyuan. No matter which school we choose to study, or choose Chinese studies and literary creation, we must give enough respect, after all, the road of life is our own, and others cannot overstep our responsibilities. ”

Ma Qingsheng shook his head and sighed: "That being said, it's a pity that Jiang Shuiyuan is not engaged in the study of Chinese studies! He not only has a solid foundation in Chinese studies, but it is even more rare that he is extremely intelligent! I heard Ji Lao and Qiao Lao say that they are really impressed by the fact that their masters will compete against each other this year, not to mention ordinary undergraduates, even master's and doctoral students who specialize in Chinese studies, and even doctoral supervisors and professors who will fall down after I wait for a while, there are few people who can compete with him!"

"Oh, tell me about it!" Cao asked, interested.

When Ma Qingsheng recounted several couplets from that day's game, everyone present was stunned in minutes. Several professors finally understood why the two old gentlemen, Ji Xun and Qiao Zhizhi, valued this high school student so much, it was really a rare talent! Next, the eyes that looked at Jiang Shuiyuan became even hotter, and they couldn't wait to pack it up and take it back to the school and accept it as a closed disciple.

For a long time, the writer Wang Guanshan, who was sitting in the corner, shrugged: "It's just a few pairs, but it's just a gluttonous learning." Isn't that remarkable? If you can write a 100,000-word novel and sell hundreds of thousands of copies, that's the real ability!"

Gu Ying, Han Xia, Bai Biwei and Guo Siming laughed happily, although they did not say anything, the expressions on their faces showed their attitude of supporting Wang Guanshan.

Tong Tianshen, Cao Wenwen, Ma Qingsheng, and other professors and scholars who came out of the ivory tower were also laughing, but they were sneering: In the eyes of writers, novels that sell hundreds of thousands of copies are undoubtedly the embodiment of success; in the eyes of scholars, this kind of fast-food youth literature that you love me, I love her, and has no connotation at all, even if you write three to five million words. Every young person in the country has a copy in his hands, and it is not as valuable as a 3,500-word paper in the journal "Studies in Chinese Studies"! A paper will still be studied and read by people decades or hundreds of years from now, but who will pay attention to the literary garbage of the past in a few decades or hundreds of years?

President Wu Qifei smelled the thick smell of mutual disdain in the air, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to snort: "Wu Mou is really lonely and unheard, after listening to Brother Qingsheng's introduction, I realized that Jiang Shuiyuan is actually an unborn genius in Chinese studies! Of course, his literary talent is also breathtaking, although the two short poems participating in the preliminary round add up to less than ten lines. But each one is so meaningful that people can't bear to release it again and again! After reading it, our editor-in-chief Fang Quanfang and I immediately made a decision. It will be included in the re-examination list, and specially explained to the front desk, Jiang must be invited to come and meet when he comes!"

Jiang Shuiyuan touched his nose: "Why bother? Do you eat an egg and think it tastes good, do you have to know the hen that laid the egg?"

Wu Qifei smiled even more happily: "This metaphor is a bit interesting! But when I saw the golden egg, I didn't look for the hen that laid the golden egg." That's the biggest regret in my life, not to mention that after meeting me, I became more and more convinced that I had found a hen that could lay golden eggs. By the way, do you have any manuscripts in hand? In the next few issues of our magazine, we will set up a special column to promote the outstanding young writers who have emerged in this essay contest, and you are currently on the tentative list. It's just that the two short poems are a bit thin. I hope you can provide more works for the editorial department to choose!"

"Sorry, no!" It wasn't that Jiang Shuiyuan deliberately rejected Wu Qifei's kindness, but that he really didn't have any manuscripts on hand. On weekdays, I either read books or do questions, and only when I think of writing things in composition classes and exams, and those things are basically proposition essays, the craftsmanship is too heavy, and there is still a lot of distance from real literary works, how can I take it out and offer ugliness?

Jiang Shuiyuan was afraid that Qi Fei would not believe it, and then explained: "In fact, these two short poems are just jokes between classes, which were collected by our teachers and sent to Shanghai for competition. I didn't expect that President Falsely and the blue eyes of all of you could actually enter the semi-finals, which is really a blessing!"

Wang Kanshan said sarcastically: "Yo, I didn't expect that the genius of Chinese studies is still a literary genius who is only eight buckets high and can become a poem in seven steps! That's right, now that you are free, we are not busy, it is better for you to write a few poems casually, which can not only make the magazine without president have a manuscript, but also make everyone here open their eyes and be convinced, the best of both worlds." How?"

Gu Ying, Han Xia, Bai Biwei, Guo Siming and others suddenly shouted loudly.

Jiang Shuiyuan is noncommittal. Because if you avoid war, you will be considered cowardly, and if you are fighting, you will be seen as frivolous. A thousand words are better than a silence. It is better than Xu Shu to enter Cao Ying - without saying a word.

"If you don't speak, you mean that you are acquiescing?" Wang Kanshan shook the ballpoint pen in his hand as he said, "Why don't you use the title of "Ballpoint Pen"?"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied:

Sleekness is a prerequisite for smoothness

until smooth

exhausted all conscience

"Okay! It fits the characteristics of the ballpoint pen, but it alludes to the tense and people's hearts, which is really to the point!" Cao asked and cheered loudly, "Since Jiang Shuiyuan has such a talent, maybe today's party is like the banquet of King Teng's Pavilion 1,300 years ago, and it has been passed down through the ages because of poetry." Since Cao can't be the protagonist, let's be a supporting role and lie on the tail of Maxima, so let's be famous for posterity! As he spoke, he took off his glasses and gestured towards the water source of the river.

The source of the river water comes when it opens its mouth:

It makes you see the world clearly

Make the world unable to see you clearly

"Interesting, interesting, I'll be a fly too!" Han Xia raised the ZIPPO lighter he was playing with, "That's it, Lighter!"

Jiang Shuiyuan replied lightly:

Meet whom

You can offer a shining heart

Matches are stupid

It can only be burned once

"I'm going to be a fly, too!" "And me!" "You all wait a minute, let me come first, old man!" Everyone scrambled to come up with the question, and the conference room turned into a vegetable market in an instant. Before they could come up with a reason, Jiang Shuiyuan indifferently raised his right index finger and shook it: "It's not more than three things! As I said before, I don't sell my body or my art." The few crooked poems I just wrote were just to prove that I could write, but I was too lazy to write, not to show off. That's it! If you have nothing to do, then I'll take my leave!"

"Don't!" Fang Quan, the editor-in-chief, hurriedly stopped.

Jiang Shuiyuan turned around: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Fang Quan said: "There are two things! The first thing is what our president said just now, our magazine will set up a special column to promote the young writers who have emerged in this competition, including you. Truth be told, the two short poems you submitted were excellent, and they were no problem being selected as the best poems of the year. The three poems you read casually just now are also very good, although they are not as good as the previous two, but they are also the middle and upper works of famous poets. So we'll publish these poems in the next issue, okay?"

"Yes. And what about the second one?"

"The second thing is that if you have any good works in the future, you are welcome to submit them. Our company promises to publish it as soon as possible and the manuscript fee is preferential!

"It depends!" Jiang Shuiyuan pushed the door out. (To be continued......)