"What's wrong? The competition is supposed to be survival of the fittest, why are there so many rules?"

Dean Xiao sighed and said, "Let a Chinese painting department participate in a calligraphy competition, Professor Liu, do you have a light on your face? Even if we reach an agreement, how do you let the students of the calligraphy department view this matter? Will you still think it's fair?"

The meeting reached an impasse.

Liu and a few professors naturally don't have so many worries, what they think about is who is good and who is on it, and where to go back to manage so much, only a few leaders in the academy are also worried about this problem like Dean Xiao.

"Exchange students, in the final analysis, this is still a problem. If we waste a place, but the review is not passed, this is a loss. ”

"That's right, this place is already small enough, and then it is assigned to another school, how it sounds awkward, just like raising a son for someone else, I understand what our principal Kang means, he must want people to stay in our Huamei, but you see, everyone has already published books, and people's eyes are not at this level, maybe they will leave directly that day, I think, it's better not to give it." The dean of one of the colleges leaned back in his chair and said with a smile.

Liu Tong shook his head and said: "Do you think that the ten people we sent can all win awards? Compared with the previous results, it is the best, but it is only the second prize, right? If you mix up the successful participation award in the past, let these so-called gorgeous high-achieving students go to gild, I think it is better to be exempt." ”

"Lao Liu, don't speak so ugly. How can you be presumptuous? You see, Zhang Yefan, who is in the 92nd class, is not also serving as a director of the Book Association now?"

"Ninety-two, ninety-two! How many more years do you have to mention a lone seedling in the ninety-second session? Except for one Zhang Yefan, we are gorgeous, and we can no longer cultivate talents!?"

The meeting room fell silent. For 20 years, the Huamei Calligraphy Department has always been such a half-dead appearance, but because of this, the previous decision was changed, and Dean Xiao still did not change the decision. When you get older, you will become more and more self-contained in doing things, and this kind of declaration that does not comply with the rules and regulations is better not to do it.

Liu Tong saw Dean Xiao's hesitant appearance and said, "Moreover, the situation is different this time. In this competition, three high-achieving students will be selected to participate in next year's Zhonghan Day Youth Calligraphy Exchange Meeting, which is not an ordinary exchange meeting. ”

"Lao Liu, it's far away. That kind of competition is not something that the students of our school can look forward to, and neither can Zhong Yue. The top students of CAFA and GOME, they are all children, some even have 20 years of skills, and several graduate students, when I went to investigate last year, I thought it was written by those old guys, which is amazing, amazing. ”

Liu Tong originally knew that there was little hope for the nomination, but seeing such resistance, there was no way, as a professor, he could only click here, as for making a decision, it had to be the leaders of the college, "I reserve my opinion, but obey the arrangement of the college." ”

"Well, then the rest of the places will be handled according to the comprehensive results, I'll give President Kang a call......" Before the words were finished, the muted mobile phone on the table vibrate, and Dean Xiao glanced at the number on the mobile phone, "Heh, it's really a coincidence." After we discussed, this is the call. ”

"Hey, Principal Kang. ”

"Old Xiao. ”

"I was about to explain things to Principal Kang. The quota for the college students' calligraphy competition, our college discussed, and unanimously decided not to give Zhong Yue, what do you say?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "I didn't say I wanted Zhong Yue to go." ”

Liu Tong's eyes dimmed even more.

This kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity for Zhong Yue, even if he chooses a Chinese painting, Liu Tong still hopes that Zhong Yue can go and see it.

"You don't mean that, alas, we're worried. Dean Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that President Kang still had to do ideological work. After all, the report to the organizer of the Calligraphy Association is a document sent from the Calligraphy and Seal Carving Academy.

Kang Min said: "Zhong Yue's student status is not with us, there will naturally be a place on the side of Huizhou University and Huizhou Calligraphy Association, what do you care?"

Dean Xiao was stunned, "Got it?!"

……

……

The outside world is in an uproar because of a book and a place, but Zhong Yue lives alone in the study, and Huang Youwei's affairs always haunt and linger.

Born to die, these four words look too pessimistic and lonely. On this road, Huang Youwei can only walk alone, and no one can help her.

Zhong Yue didn't have that feeling of a lover for Huang Youwei, but just a sense of being a confidant who was accompanied by Qin Se at the beginning, and then had a sense of help. Even without these, a girl who looks down on life and death cannot stand idly by and face death alone. However, Zhong Yue doesn't know how to heal, even if he has the heart, he is powerless, he can only be like a blind cat looking for a dead mouse, looking for what props can help Huang Youwei in the mall.

He's also played games, and maybe there's something like resurrection coins in the mall?

Therefore, in the past few days, Zhong Yue has repeatedly searched page by page in the mall to see if there are any suitable props.

Zhong Yue had already flipped through the previous pages, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, none of which had the effect of reviving the dead, of course, Zhong Yue didn't expect to find any magic medicine to bring the dead back to life, just to see if there was anything that could help Huang Youwei.

After flipping through more than a dozen pages, Zhong Yue's eyes were a little sour, and he still didn't find anything suitable. The brushwork system is really related to calligraphy and painting, and there is no prop for curing diseases. Zhong Yue quit the system with some disappointment, and he had no intention of practicing calligraphy today.

"Huang Youwei, you can only rely on yourself......"

Although Huang Youwei couldn't hear this, it was just as Zhang Heping said. Sometimes, some words are just mediocre people asking for psychological comfort.

"Hey, teacher. ”

"Zhong Yue, such a big matter, why don't you discuss it with me?" Cao Danqing, who was far away in Jingbei, suddenly called.

Zhong Yue asked a little listlessly, "What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Why didn't you tell me about your book?"

"Didn't I mention that to you before? Saying that someone came to ask for a manuscript, you were vague. ”

Cao Danqing was a little angry, "Then you have to bring important information such as Xiling Printing Society and Qian Yunyao, I thought it was a third-rate publishing house to cheat money!" Cao Danqing really didn't care too much about it before, but now there are too many unscrupulous publishers, when he was in Shanghai, he had to receive calls from several publishers a day, and he was already surprised, but he never expected that the person who commissioned the manuscript this time was actually Qian Yunyao of Xiling Printing Society, and even he was on a business trip in northern Beijing, and he received the news.

The news of his disciple's publication actually had to be told by his peers that Cao Danqing, a teacher, was really embarrassed to be thrown to Guang'anmen......