Zhong Yue sat on the rotating chair in the teaching center and said, "Hello, I'm Zhong Yue. This is a letter of recommendation from Principal Kang and an exchange form issued by the school. ”

Teacher Cao, who was sitting in front of the computer, was stunned for a moment, the wrinkles on his face folded the foundation together, "Zhong Yue......? That Zhong Yue?"

“……”

Teacher Cao looked down at the information, his eyes full of surprise.

"Okay, okay, you can fill out a form. Your e-student status will help you build it. ”

Zhong Yue took the form, filled in the information, and handed it to Teacher Cao, and several teachers and students on the side looked at Zhong Yue as if they were looking at a national treasure, and the work at hand also stopped.

"What's wrong?

Teacher Cao took the form and said, "It's nothing, don't look at it." She looked down and was stunned again when she saw the contents of the department and major column for applying.

"No, you're not the calligrapher Zhong Yue?"

Zhong Yue reacted, "Oh, I know how to do calligraphy. However, President Kang said that the major was optional, so I still longed for the Chinese painting major in the art department, so I decided by myself. ”

Teacher Cao couldn't chew the raisins in his mouth, and several old professors from the Department of Books and Hair called yesterday and said that as soon as there was news of Zhong Yue, they would notify them as soon as possible. However, seeing this table, Mr. Cao really felt that these gorgeous old treasures were a little too much.

I didn't want to go to the calligraphy department at all!

What are you fighting for!

"Don't think about it anymore?"

"Well, it's decided. But I'm empty in the tutor column, and I haven't seen a gorgeous professor, so I don't know. ”

Teacher Cao nodded, "Okay, it's good to be empty." President Kang called yesterday and said that you don't need to look at other people's faces in the major you decide. ”

Teacher Cao was worried that there would be too many troubles in the future, so he directly signed and sealed the completed form, and said, "You take it to the director's office next door, go and sign and seal it, and he will tell you the specific process." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Cao. ”

"Do you want to eat dried fruit?"

"Uh...... I didn't eat it. The smell of durian made him have a little headache.

Zhong Yue had just left on his front foot when several teachers and counselors from the Academic Affairs Center swarmed over.

"Teacher Cao, which major did this Zhong Yue choose? Which tutor did he follow? The day before yesterday, Professor Liu sent us a letter in our office, and there is news about Zhong Yue, I have to call him first. ”

"Huang Lao is bad? A few fans, I heard that those business owners are vying for it, and I heard that it will definitely be easy to sell it now for two or three thousand. ”

"Two or three thousand to bring me a carload of ......"

Teacher Cao smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that several old professors of the calligraphy department will be disappointed this time." ”

"What's the matter, did he choose a lecturer? ”

"Go, go, he has poor eyesight? I heard that the lacquer book work at the auction is worth 20 or 30 million! A mansion with a river view! I can't make money in my life.......

Zhong Yue tilted his head, looking at the eldest sister and aunt in the office who were nymphomaniac, he really couldn't bear to disturb them, but there was something else, so he said, "That ......."

"Ahh

Zhong Yue smiled, "There is no one in the director's room, and the door is closed." ”

A few of the counselors and the teacher in charge of academic affairs sat upright.

Teacher Cao took a deep breath, "Then you can put the watch here with me, and I'll call you over later." If it was in the past, she would definitely let the students hold it by themselves, and then go to stamp it when someone has it, but this strange person doesn't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha.

"Then I'm sorry for you, Mr. Cao. ”

"No hassle. ”

There is a good harmony between teachers and students.

"That's right, Mr. Cao. My accomodation ......"

"Oh, you go to the dormitory department. It has been arranged, President Kang is afraid that you and your new classmates will not be used to it, so he chose the graduate dormitory, which is a four-person room, and it is also quiet. ”

Zhong Yue thought about it, the dormitory was still not safe, he had to practice calligraphy and painting systematically every day, in case someone thought he fainted and was carried to the hospital, it would be embarrassing.

"I probably don't live in a dormitory. ”

"You kid, it's very expensive to rent a house in Shanghai. The school dormitory is 2,000 a year, and you have to rent a single room outside, and 2,000 a month does not include water and electricity. ”

The young counselor said, "Teacher Cao is right. Our counselors are in the dormitory. Shanghai is not Huizhou, three or four hundred rents, don't even think about it. The basement is estimated to be a thousand smaller per month, which is not cost-effective. ”

"I have a house in Shanghai. ”

In a word, the teachers and counselors of the academic affairs center suddenly had nothing to say, people have a house, a room, a room!

It's a big deal.

Mr. Cao thinks that he is in his forties, and he and her husband are still paying off the mortgage, and they are 20 years old and already have a house......

"Okay, I'll contact the dormitory department to help you cancel. ”

"It's a real nuisance. ”

It is also a harmonious atmosphere of teachers and students.

"Oh, yes. Teacher Cao suddenly came to his senses, "You write a note, otherwise it will be difficult to confirm it in the dormitory management department." ”

She handed over a brand new notebook.

Zhong Yue picked up the pen, turned a page, looked up a little embarrassedly and asked, "Teacher Cao, what do you write?"

"Hmm...... Just write 'I have contacted Teacher Cao Ting to confirm', and then sign the date. ”

"Oh, good. ”

After Zhong Yue's penmanship was refined, even the hard pen words were full of energy.

"How do you ...... Write it vertically?"

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment after writing, "I'm really embarrassed." I'm used to it. "Since Wen Zhengming mentioned it, Zhong Yue's writing has been written vertically, so that the penmanship is coherent. This kind of habit has to be adapted when it encounters the system now.

"I'll write another one. ”

Teacher Cao saw that Zhong Yue was about to tear up the page, and hurriedly said, "No, no, just vertically." ”

She thought to herself, it's strange to stand upright.

The young teacher on the side brought over a brown paper notebook, "Don't write vertically this time." ”

“.......”

After Zhong Yue left, several teachers secretly laughed, "The future master's autographed inscription, I want to leave it to my grandson." ”

"Oh, how can this character look so good-looking like a person, it's really unreasonable. Doesn't it mean that people are handsome, and most of the characters are ugly? ”

"Where did you come from? ”

Teacher Cao touched the handwriting on the book, "I haven't felt like this kind of love for a long time." ”

"Teacher Cao, wake up. Your sons are getting married. ”

"What's wrong? I feel like I'm in love, and I didn't say I want to be in love. You young people still allow us old ladies to think about it?"

"How can you. Teacher Cao, if your husband hears this, can't he be angry?"

"Cut. He didn't care that much. Last year, I watched Andy's concert, I shouted Andy, I love you, and my voice was hoarse, I asked him if he minded, and he said he didn't mind. ”

The counselor took a sip of tea, "So he doesn't care about you so much?"

Teacher Cao finished eating the small bag of dried fruit and threw it into the trash, "The old husband and wife, let's get alive, what can I do?"

Happy in the office.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside, and it seemed to be frequent.

"Who is this, it's like escaping from the famine, kicking and kicking, Xiao Zhao, next time I stick a piece of paper, I'm a college student, and I still run ......"

Cao Ting raised her head, looked at the panting old man, and stood up, "Professor Liu......"

The old man with a white beard held the door frame with his hands as if he was singing a big opera, and gasped: "Zhong ...... What about Zhong Yue?"

"Lao Liu, you let me in!"

The fat old man behind him stuck headlong on the old man's back.

These two old antiques, whoever crashes is a loss of beauty.

Professor Liu finally couldn't resist the collision of the dwarf winter melon, and rushed directly into the academic affairs center, with the assistance of several counselors.

Professor Liu...... I...... Can you stop getting so excited?"

A few assistants ran over and were relieved to see that Professor Liu was being held by the counselor. In the blink of an eye, a few old men slipped out from under their noses, still the kind of 100-meter sprint.

A flying master who is rare to meet in decades.

I'll see you for a long time today.

Several calligraphy bigwigs, in this autumn day, are running on the gorgeous boulevard. There is also a wheelchair who frequently pats his thigh, "Hurry up!

The gorgeous students were stunned.

This is...... Is the professor exercising? What is the wheelchair one?

"Professor Liu, don't worry. This is the form Zhong Yue filled, you see. ”

Professor Liu snatched it. A few old men at the back rushed over to grab it, "Lao Liu, you can't eat alone!"

"Hey. What about quality! A few of you, didn't you all say it yesterday, whoever convinces first, who gets it first, is not allowed to rob it. ”

"you!"

A group of people were about to step forward to grab the form, but Mr. Cao was afraid that there would be any personal safety problems, so he hurriedly said: "Zhong Yue chose the Chinese painting class of the art department. Everyone, don't argue. ”

In one sentence, the five old men in the calligraphy department were stunned.

The old man who came "galloping" in a wheelchair, his teeth were all gone, and he pouted, "Don't rob, don't rob." Yue, what about the Ayue people?"

Professor Liu glanced at the delicate handwriting on the form, trembling with anger, "Nonsense!" He glanced at the vacant tutor column, picked up the pen directly, and wrote his name.

"This, Professor Liu, you can't ......"

"Where's Zhong Yueren, hurry up and find it!"

Not to be outdone, after reading the form, they first scolded, then picked up the pen, followed Liu Tong's example, and wrote their names in the tutor column.

A small mentor bar, squeezed with five masters plus a thumb print......

It's a long time coming.