Liu Jingting, who was standing in the light rain and stretched out his hand to hail a taxi, must not have imagined that the manuscript he submitted would be the first submission of Wanxiang's essay, and he was even more unlikely to think that because the Vientiane mailbox had just opened at that time, and the staff was doing the test, this manuscript was regarded as a test email and put it in the trash.

The testers can't be blamed for that, because they can't imagine that someone would be able to submit it the same day the announcement was issued.

So, after lying in the trash for more than a month, "The Gift of the Magi" was finally opened by a young teaching assistant in Vientiane.

"Xiao Fang, what did you say?"

A fat man in his fifties looked up and asked.

"Professor Tang, we missed a manuscript that I saw when I was cleaning out the trash bin just now. ”

"Trash, can't it be spam?"

"I'll print it out for you to see. ”

Professor Tang nodded and continued to read the manuscript in his hand.

Xiao Fang carefully removed the manuscript from the trash bin, then copied it into a word document and printed it.

"Professor Tang, manuscript. Xiao Fang handed three pieces of A4 paper to Professor Tang.

"Let's put this first. ”

Xiao Fang put down the manuscript a little unwillingly, but he didn't dare to urge his professor to read it quickly. In a university, the relationship between a teaching assistant and a professor is similar to that between an employee and a boss.

"What kind of manuscript makes Xiao Fang so serious? Take a look at it first. A young man who looked like he was sitting across from him said with a smile on his face.

Xiao Fang glanced at Professor Tang, Professor Tang nodded, and said, "Let's show Dean Hu first." ”

Xiao Fang's expression of regret flashed on his face, and he honestly handed the manuscript to Dean Hu.

"A gift from the Magi. Dean Hu sighed and said, "What a straightforward name." ”

Xiao Fang smiled and nodded, and continued: "It's a very simple story, but it's very interesting, especially the ending setting, the peaks and loops." ”

Dean Hu didn't answer, put the Zisha teacup aside, and began to read the text, always with that inexplicable superior smile on his face.

The short story of less than 4,000 words only took Dean Hu about ten minutes. After reading it, the smile on Dean Hu's face was raised, and it was replaced by a strange look.

Xiao Fang, who returned to the computer, had been observing Dean Hu's expression and found that his expression had changed. There was some doubt in his heart, and he didn't know what the ending of the short story he was very optimistic about would be.

After reading it, Dean Hu. No immediate conclusions were given. Instead, he re-geographed it, reached out and took a pen from the pen holder, and began to do text analysis.

Xiao Fang turned his face, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a hint of a smile.

After another ten minutes, Dean Hu said in a solemn tone: "Comrades, pause. We may have to make some adjustments to our rankings. ”

Xiao Fangxin said: "It's finally here." ”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the future vice president of the Vientiane Academy of Literature and Art.

"I now have a submission in my hand, which was pulled out of the trash by Xiao Fang, and it may have been deleted by mistake before. After looking around at the crowd, he continued: "I would like to tell you responsibly, if it weren't for Xiaofang, we would probably miss the biggest Lizhu in this call. ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed more or less, and the old qualifications who knew Dean Hu naturally knew the poisonous side of this person, even the juniors who were not familiar with him before, after this period of getting along, they also roughly understood this person's style.

"Is this manuscript here to disgust me?"

"Didn't the author himself know that he wrote a piece of shit?"

"Isn't there a lot of cats and dogs who have participated in the essay competition, what are these things, who will sue me?"

"This essay is for high school students, why did many children in kindergarten classes who were obviously immature also submit their manuscripts?"

……

Vicious comments like this kind of impersonal are simply a mantra for Dean Hu, and the phenomenon of throwing the manuscript directly into the trash can at the beginning of the manuscript is even more common, and the most speechless thing is that some manuscripts that have been unanimously approved by other judges fall into his hands, and they may be crowned as "a piece of" for the final evaluation.

Therefore, from the selection of the manuscript to the present, Dean Hu has quarreled with almost every judge over the age of 50, but their quarrels are all about literature and manuscripts, which are academic debates and do not involve personal feelings.

Of course, Dean Hu is not scolding from beginning to end, occasionally seeing one or two eye-catching articles, he will also give a few words of praise, such as "this article can still be read", "this article can be deleted 5,000 words, just leave 6 or 700 words", "this article can be regarded as touching a little doorway", so far, the most praised word he has given is "this article is good", when he said this sentence, the 60-year-old literary researcher inexplicably felt a burst of relief and joy, because the "good" manuscript was from him, which shows the prosperity of Hu Jian's prestige.

Hu Jian, who became a professor at the age of 35, naturally has this confidence, he has taught graduate students at Yan University, served as the dean of the School of Humanities of Zhejiang University, and visited Cambridge and Massachusetts as a scholar.

This story quickly spread across the country's university campuses, although the version is slightly different, but one point was confirmed by Dean Hu himself, saying that in the process of going around in circles, Director Kang asked Professor Hu a question: "Would you rather be a teacher in obscurity for a lifetime, or do you want to create a new situation in education with me?"

It's a familiar question, yes, when Jobs fooled PepsiCo President Scully, he also asked a similar question: "Would you rather sell sugar water for a lifetime, or would you like to change the world with us?"

It can be seen that successful people of the same class always have something in common.

"Old Hu, don't sell it, what kind of manuscript is it?" asked a man who looked like an old professor in his sixties.

Hu Jian handed over the manuscript, looked like a bamboo in his chest, and said, "You can see it yourself." ”

The old professor put his glasses back on, took the manuscript, and read it carefully, and the others looked at each other, seeing the curiosity and surprise in their eyes, what kind of manuscript could make Hu Jian so blue-eyed?

Just when everyone was suspicious, the old professor took off his glasses, threw the manuscript in his hand on the table, and said: "The text is very large, and the meaning is far-reaching, and it is probably like this, the top 16 recommend this article as the leader, and there is no objection, and so on for the other rankings." ”

Hu Jian smiled: "The wonderful thing is that the title of this article is "The Gift of the Magi", and for us, it is also a gift from the Maggie, and I agree with Professor Lu's suggestion. (To be continued......)