"This is not at all the same as the Tang Seng I imagined before, but it is very emotional. After reading the first day of "Journey to the West Diary", Wei Wenlin gave such an evaluation.

Although he doesn't like to read, but the jokes in it are really hilarious, he is not a person who likes to delve into it, just look at the surface of the excitement.

How did the Buddha come to be, as well as the evaluation of the golden cicada, and the analogy of the young man in question, the Buddha who originally sat under the Bodhi tree to achieve enlightenment also became under the apple tree.

The most important thing is that a few apples were smashed down, and the Buddha also wrote his own work "The Three Laws Sutra", which is completely reminiscent of Newton in the distance, and the coffin board of the great god of physics can't be suppressed!

Zhang Chu spread his hands and said with a smile: "This is the goal, our slogan is to subvert Journey to the West!"

"The monks of that year all had lightning rods, which was too nonsensical. It's not rigorous enough. Wei Wenlin pretended to say, "It seems that I have to urge you to update every day, and all netizens have to thank me." ”

"Thank you, big head. Did you know that if you don't get enough sleep every day, you will be inspired?

Zhang Chu yawned, he copied this text, pasted it on Weibo and sent it out, and "Journey to the West Diary" was officially opened.

Wei Wenlin seemed to be infected at this time, and his sleepiness came up directly, he just wanted to see the novel, but now he lost his energy after the goal was achieved.

"Then you write slowly, I have to go back to catch up on sleep, I was dragged to the bar by my junior high school classmates last night to play until more than two o'clock, and then I went to the Internet café all night. ”

"Go to sleep, don't die suddenly. ”

"Master, this body is very good, it's good!" Wei Wenlin waved his hand, and then walked out the door.

Chu Lan was carrying a few steamed buns and two cups of soy milk, and when she saw Wei Wenlin, she immediately beckoned, "Has Xiao Wei had breakfast?" Auntie just bought steamed buns, eat them while they're hot." ”

"Aunt Chu, I still have something to do when I go home, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, Auntie. ”

"This kid, looking for you in a hurry, why did he run away in a hurry?" Chu Lan understood a little, and in a blink of an eye, he couldn't see the figure.

Zhang Chu calmly took the bun, took a bite and said, "Maybe he wants to go home and go to the toilet." ”

……

The one who really sat on the toilet was Liu Zhen, who had just graduated this year and rented a house outside to work, and the first thing he did when he got up at half past seven every morning was to squat on the toilet.

If you don't stay in the toilet for one or twenty minutes, you can't pull it out at all, this is a typical habit problem, Liu Zhen habitually opened Weibo to check the new things he didn't see last night.

I just refreshed it, and I saw that Zhang Chu, who was concerned, posted a diary for the first day of Journey to the West!

"Damn, this Journey to the West is completely different from the Journey to the West I watched, it's all a spoof. Liu Zhen had expected it early on, but when this article actually appeared, he was quite surprised.

Although he said this, he actually liked this style, and there were all kinds of metaphors and ironies behind the funny, which was very similar to Zhang Chu's usual Weibo feeling.

"Hahaha, Xuanzang actually mocked the golden cicada upstairs, will he die of laughter when he recovers his memory. The sky thundered and slashed, it really killed him, who went to the west to learn the scriptures. ”

is obviously only four or five hundred words, but all kinds of jokes in it are very dense, and there is even ridicule of Zhang Chu himself.

[From ignorance to mastery of the truth, it is so simple that you only need to memorize a few laws. It's like watching a mystery novel and suddenly someone tells you who the last murderer is, and you want to kill him. 】

Many readers with bad tastes like to reveal the plot behind "Sherlock" in Zhang Chu's previous Weibo, but unfortunately they met the king of the pit kings, and no one can spoil the final ending of "Psychological Crime".

The comments below are almost all likes, and such a strange Journey to the West diary can only be written by a joker.

"The top student in the college entrance examination who doesn't want to be a joker is not a good writer, Zhang Chu, you must want to laugh at me to death, and then inherit my ant Huabei of up to 1,000 yuan. ”

"I still watched the Journey to the West TV series when I was in elementary school, and now if there is such a joyful and interesting Journey to the West full of complaining energy, I decided to watch it again!"

"Newton: Am I becoming a Buddha??"

"How did the Buddha make it, where to sell, ask for it!"

"Zhang Chu, is this writing a novel by writing jokes?"

"Well written......"

"Wait!"Journey to the West Diary" started from the first day, this should have been written before Tang Seng set off, right? They spent more than ten years learning scriptures, how long do you remember to write this day?"

……

Ma Qiwei called Yan Liu, the head of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, early in the morning, although it was summer vacation time, but such a big god, even the head of the department had to be stern.

"Ma Lao, what kind of wind blew you here?" Yan Liucheng said with trepidation, Ma Qiwei, as the current editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine", has an extraordinary status in the Chinese poetry and even the literary world.

"Xiao Yan, I'm here to inquire with you. Do you know this little classmate Zhang Chu? He is a student of your department this year. ”

Where does Yan Liu not know Zhang Chu, this is the most famous freshman in their department this year, the top student in the college entrance examination snatched from Tsinghua University, and the writer who abandoned reason and literature, "You know, do you have something to do with him?"

Ma Qiwei smiled and said comfortingly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that he wrote a poem, it's very interesting, I want to talk to him, you can send him the phone number to me." ”

Being able to get acquainted with a literary master like Ma Qiwei, Yan Liuzhen didn't know what kind of luck Zhang Chu had taken, and at the same time he was curious, wasn't this guy writing a mystery novel, and how could he get into Ma Qiwei's sight.

"Okay, don't hang up the phone for the time being, I'll look for information in the school system right away. ”

Zhang Chu is also a key care object of the Chinese Department of Yan University, and it is easy to find his phone number.

After Ma Qiwei took notes on Zhang Chu's phone number, he called it in person.

……

Jiangcheng, inside the Hanlinxuan bookstore.

Zhang Chuzheng was sitting at the cashier counter bored, his father went to pick up the goods today, and the two clerks hired by the bookstore took leave today, so the heavy responsibility of looking at the store fell on him.

Outside, thunder was roaring, lightning was tearing through the sky, bean-sized raindrops were crackling and falling, there weren't many people on the whole street, and the bookstore was extremely deserted.

The phone next to the keypad suddenly lit up, and a 010 landline number appeared in the caller ID.

"Why did someone call me in Yanjing?" Zhang Chu was a little confused, but still chose to connect, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

After Ma Qiwei heard a young and immature voice, he took the initiative to ask: "May I ask if it is Zhang Chu? I am the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine", I saw a little poem written by you on the Internet and thought it was very interesting, and I want to publish it in our "Poetry Magazine", what do you think?"

Zhang Chu blinked vigorously, he shouldn't have met a liar, right?

"Poetry Magazine" is also a national-level literary magazine, and the poem posted on the Internet is a spoof version, can these editors have a keen eye and can see the true face from this unrecognizable adaptation.

"Student Zhang, do you know "Poetry Magazine"?" Ma Qiwei didn't hear the reaction for a long time, and asked tentatively.