Approaching twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Guo Shu entered the library along with other professors and teaching assistants, all with smiles on their faces.

This made the students in the library extremely uncomfortable.

They all thought about who this person was, especially when the professor of the history department invited Zhou Hao to give a history class, all the students were dumbfounded.

"Calligraphy, literary history, Chinese dynasty history, my good dear, what is the origin of this white-headed young man? Why do the three professors want to invite him to give a class?"

"Could it be that he is a professor at another school? But no, what professor has such literary attainments?"

"That is, Professor Guo is a master of Chinese studies, and even he attaches so much importance to this white-headed young man...... No, what did Mr. Guo just call this young man? Master Zhou? Could it be that he is also a master of Chinese Studies? Oh my God, where is there such a young master of Chinese Studies?"

Some people even burst into tears: "Emotional people check those island Chinese books, they are learning! It's too bullying, hmph, they are already master-level people, and what library is squeezing with us." ”

At noon, Zhou Hao, who was surrounded by several admiring professors, was pushed by everyone and left the library.

After a simple lunch, several professors couldn't wait to pull Zhou Hao into the teaching office, and regardless of Zhou Hao's age and identity, they directly chatted about academic professional issues.

Just like Guo Shushu, he threw out the topic of ancient characters and ethnic habits that he was currently researching, and asked Zhou Hao what he thought.

As for the other associate professor who was more obsessed with calligraphy than Guo Shushu on the side, he couldn't help but pick up the pen directly, scribble and write on rice paper, and hard-pulled Zhou Hao to discuss the pen movement techniques and origins of more than ten fonts......

In fact, it's no wonder that Zhou Hao, but since the last time Xiao Bingsheng's study, as soon as Professor Guo Shu returned to school, he pulled his old friend who had also been teaching for decades to praise Zhou Hao's pen and ink and knowledge.

In Xiao Bingsheng's addition, Zhou Hao, who has already joined the Calligraphy Association and has been recognized by Guo Shushu in Chinese studies, has directly become a rare young genius for hundreds of years.

As the saying goes, hearing is better than seeing, and several professors who are immersed in Chinese studies in the field are throwing bricks and stones one by one, in addition to confirming Guo Shushu and Xiao Lao's words, more of them are reporting their thoughts to personally confirm Zhou Hao's authenticity.

It's just that Zhou Hao, who is in cold sweat on his forehead, doesn't hurt the enthusiasm of several professors, so he can only answer everyone's words head-on, but fortunately, he can always give answers in a unique way, and many insights also make the professors talking in the room more and more energetic.

And this topic has become more and more in-depth, even beyond the scope of Chinese studies, and has developed in an uncontrollable direction.

"It's too blunt to call Master Zhou, so let's call you Xiao Zhou. A professor specializing in history raised his thick glass glasses and said directly: "Tsk, how to say it, do you think that the text also has a certain meaning in it, which I recognize, just like the Red Emperor astronomy excavated in the Northeast a few years ago, many scholars saw that piece of inscription, there were different spiritual anomalies, that piece of inscription, an old friend of mine has also seen, hey." ”

"Not to mention, in addition to domestic and foreign countries, there are also many such things, such as the portrait of Jesus, and the world of Dior, etc., it is really incredible, you say, is there really some magic on it?"

"Well, like Requiem and Black Friday, I've been working on this lately, and certain lines of text do affect the magnetic field. ”

A bald old man with a fat figure with a small goatee and a loose brown practice uniform, seeing several professors chatting so enthusiastically around a young man, he also interjected: "My Chinese culture is broad and profound, just like modern architecture, why many buildings in ancient times have survived for so long is nothing more than the use of what you call the law of lines to a certain extent." ”

Guo Shushu poured a new cup of tea for Zhou Hao: "Lao Li, don't you want to lobby your set of formation doctrines again?"

The old man with the goatee snorted coldly, put down the book in his hand, and looked resentful: "It's okay if you don't approve of it, but please respect my research topic!"

"Formation?" Zhou Hao's interest was suddenly raised, and he began to carefully look at the bald old man in front of him.

Perhaps he was interested in seeing Zhou Hao, and a professor who followed the treasure hurriedly introduced: "This is Professor Li Zecheng Li of the School of Architecture, who has been doing research on the formation under my ancient dialect for more than ten years. ”

Zhou Hao nodded slightly, and wrote down Li Zecheng's appearance and name.

Li Zecheng, who had a serious face, saw Zhou Hao staring at him: "What? Boy, I see that you are very naïve, how can you appear in the teaching room?" I said Lao Guo, this is our teacher's lounge, don't bring some unknown people, spoil the atmosphere of the school." ”

Guo Shushu snorted coldly, he didn't want to pay attention to Li Zecheng at all, looking at this situation, he knew that the relationship between the two was not very good. The others looked dumbfounded, but they didn't say much, but Zhou Hao got up with a sincere face, and to everyone's surprise, he arched his hand and said, "Hello Professor Li." ”

Li Zecheng tidied up the desk, looked at Zhou Hao one by one, and then snorted from his nostrils: "Huh?"

Since Zhou Hao couldn't have imagined that in the world, someone could actually say what he just said, although it was only a few words, but after all, the other party was an ordinary person, and he could capture the almost mysterious lines on the building, to what extent did this have to be studied?

But the next scene made Zhou Hao a little embarrassed, Professor Li directly snorted coldly, glanced at Zhou Hao with disdain, and then picked up the book and ruler on the table and left the teaching office.

Looking at Professor Li's back, someone couldn't help but speak for Zhou Hao: "Lao Li, you are too unkind!"

The old professor didn't mean to turn back, and spit out coldly: "If your hair is dyed that color, you can tell at a glance that it's not a good kind, hum!"

At this time, many people noticed the color of Zhou Hao's hair, Guo Shu coughed, thinking about the scene when he first met Zhou Hao, although he was puzzled, but he still didn't ask.

However, I couldn't help muttering again in my heart, why didn't the master see him for a few days this week, he lost so much weight, and his hair became this color.

Zhou Hao naturally didn't know what Guo Shu was thinking, but through Professor Li's episode, several professors who were discussing academic issues around Zhou Hao gradually stopped and began to consult Zhou Hao about the afternoon class.

Zhou Hao really didn't want to lose the face of these professors, but about the teaching, Zhou Hao didn't have a clue, besides, about the sudden appearance of Xuanwu last night, Zhou Hao still had a fire in his heart at this time, he originally thought that Xiao Bingsheng would call him to explain, but he didn't want to wait for a morning, nothing happened.

"Well, Professor Guo, Professor Zheng, thank you for the invitation, but I'm really not fit to be on the podium, and I have some things to do in the afternoon. Or ......"

Before he finished speaking, someone immediately spoke: "Master Zhou, you are too modest, otherwise, how about you be a little aggrieved in the afternoon Chinese studies class, and assist me in lecturing as a teaching assistant." ”

"Teaching assistant? I said Lao Guo, your face is a little too big, let Master Zhou accompany you to class as a teaching assistant? Hmph, Master Zhou, I have a history class in the afternoon, you are the main lecture, and I will assist you in lecturing on the side, mainly about the history of changes in Chinese cultural history, and the two dynasties of the Song and Ming dynasties that I discussed with you just now, some of your views and ideas are very in place, please don't refuse. ”

"Eh, I said Lao Bai, don't bring you like this, Master Zhou is from our Calligraphy Association, and I also invited him, and if you want to take classes, you will give it to my students first!"

"I said Lao Guo! In addition to calligraphy and literature, Master Zhou also has a lot of insights into my Chinese history, even no worse than calligraphy attainments, such a talent must not be buried, Master Zhou is on the podium for the first time, it is better to be cautious, bite the text and chew the words, what can be taught!"

When it comes to the first class of life, almost all the professors' eyes are lit up, yes, if Master Zhou takes a class, the decision is the first time in life, although it is not obvious now, but the professors present are clear that with Zhou Hao's knowledge, it is a matter of time before he becomes famous, and this first time in life is even more important.

Anyway, this is the first lesson of a young genius, and if he becomes famous in the future, he will definitely follow suit.

So, in the teaching room, several professors fought over Zhou Hao's afternoon class schedule, and directly put Zhou Hao aside.

As for Zhou Hao, how could he not know the thoughts of several professors? While retreating towards the door, he said: "That, professors, I really have something to do in the afternoon, if I still have time in the future, I will come to see you again." ”

Without waiting for a few professors to stay, Zhou Hao ran out vigorously. I'm afraid of being caught up by a few professors.

"Brother Zhou, Master Zhou, you wait, wait!"

"Don't run, Brother Zhou, it's okay if you don't go to class, wait a minute, I still have a few questions I want to discuss with you!"

"Master Zhou, wait for my old bones, where are you going, I'll send you over, hey, don't go!"

Seeing a few professors chasing a gray-haired young man, many students' eyes were straight, looking at those professors who were usually dignified, at this time, they were chasing a person with a fierce look in their eyes like a hungry wolf, all of them looked at each other, and stopped to watch.

"What's going on, what's going on! What happened to the professors of the Department of Law, the Department of Chinese, and the Department of History? Could it be that the young man in front of him dug up their family's ancestral grave?

"Master Zhou, what Master Zhou, could it be that there is some big man in our school?"

"Strange, why does this person look so familiar? Huh? Isn't this our junior high school classmate, Zhou Hao?"

"Zhou Hao?" There were two girls holding books in their hands, looking at Zhou Hao who ran in front of them, one of them frowned: "Yes, we are still classmates!"

"Classmates?" Seeing that several professors ignored the greetings of the students along the way, they chased Zhou Hao vigorously, and the students on the side shrugged their shoulders with a suspicious expression: "Come on, Qingshuang, what kind of master will your classmates be?

"Perhaps, I read it wrong, right?" The girl held the book, and was not firm, smiled slightly, and stroked her hairline to hide her embarrassment.

Finally, Zhou Hao, who had thrown off a few professors, rushed out of the door, stopped a taxi and got in.

"Master, West Lake Villa! ”

Looking at Zhou Hao, who was flustered, the driver subconsciously glanced at it, and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and left Qingshi University.

At the same time, in an abandoned factory in Dongcheng District, Qingshi, a man rubbed his temples and looked at the screen in front of him, and said with some doubts: "What is Zhou Hao doing at Qingshi University this time?"

"It seems like spending a morning in the library, asking some students, and it seems like all morning reading books about the island's Chinese language. ”

"Island Chinese?" the man rubbed his temples and thought for a moment before disdainfully throwing the tablet in his hand on the sofa.

After a moment of silence, he said to himself: "As soon as I came back, I was picked up by Xiao Bingsheng's old fox, and then I was attacked on the Qingjiang Bridge?

The young man on the side also sat on the sofa, and naturally pried open a bottle of red wine, added some ice cubes and poured half a glass.

"The meaning of the above is obvious, no matter the cost, kill this kid, or I will shoot at night......"

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the middle-aged man reaching out his hand.

"What are the recent movements of Xiao Bingsheng and Xuanwu?"

"Xiao Bingsheng, according to our informant's report, the old man left the West Lake Pavilion this morning, and it seems that he has already left Qingshi. ”

"Left?" the middle-aged man who spoke sat up directly from the sofa, rubbed his temples and continued to ask, "In which direction?"

"It seems to be the north side. ”

"North, hey, shouldn't it, Zhou Hao, this kid has just been sent a war post, this old boy can't be unaware, and as his protégé, how can he leave Qingshi at this juncture?"

"It's a little strange, as a city guard, no matter whether that Tuoba Xiong will really enter Qingshi or not, it is impossible for Xiao Bingsheng to leave Qingshi at this point in time. ”

The two fell into a short silence, and after a long time, from another office in the abandoned factory, a woman wearing a professional skirt walked over with a tablet: "Hall Master, the boxing match in the evening has been arranged here, this is the schedule of the entry and the information of the members, you can take a look." ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, took the tablet and looked at it a few times, and asked, "Has the black-clothed man who attacked Zhou Hao found out the origin?"

The beautiful secretary shook her head, her face indifferent: "The specific origin has not yet been investigated, but what is certain is that the other party has the strength of the peak of internal strength." ”

"The peak of internal strength?" the middle-aged man looking at the tablet was stunned.

The woman nodded and said, "Last night, the two worshippers followed behind Zhou Hao, but they didn't want to be preempted by the man in black of unknown origin. ”

The middle-aged man only felt that one head and two were big: "Oh? interesting, how many people has this kid provoked?"