"Oh, by the way, Mr. Fanchen, I don't know if you have time lately?"

"There's time, what?"

"The editor-in-chief of our Youth Newspaper and Youth Literature and Art, including several experts in education, would like to visit you together......

Before Sun Zai'an finished speaking, Huang Yifan directly sent the message, "Sorry, I don't have time." ”

Sure enough, the stamina of this college is not over yet.

No, not to mention even being promoted to three levels, another cadre of scholars and experts has been recruited.

With Huang Yifan's identity now, he doesn't have time to meet with them.

In case, if this is a meeting, and there is a topic such as a young talent, he will be annoyed again.

Moreover, Huang Yifan knows that being able to write an article like the way of the university is something that a young man can explain. Even if it can be explained clearly, it is estimated that it will attract countless doubts and criticisms. For this reason, Huang Yifan is even more sure that he will have to spend more time on learning in the future, especially on studying these classic masterpieces.

I hope that one day, I, Huang Yifan, will be able to appear in front of the public as a peerless person.

Even if someone doubts it, they can use their real strength to crush these rumors.

"Mr. Fanchen, don't get me wrong, I know that you must be indifferent to fame and fortune, we are just visiting and exchanging some literary experiences, and we have no other meaning. ”

"Editor-in-chief Sun, I really don't have time. Also, I've been busy lately and I'm upgrading. ”

"Upgrade, what level?"

"Wasn't that what you were talking about?"

"Ah, Mr. Fanchen, you're talking about the writer rank. ”

Sun Zai'an burst into tears, and after a while, he said, "Mr. Fanchen, it's really good that you want to upgrade. In this way, you can write more articles and post them in our Youth Daily, and I will also contact the people from the Chinese Writers Association. I believe it won't take long for you to reach a 5-star or 6-star writer rating. ”

"5 stars, 6 stars, a little lower. ”

Huang Yifan shook his head.

"Indeed, with your talents, 5 stars and 6 stars are indeed low. However, your pen name is a new pen name after all, or you can tell me what your previous pen name was, and the Writers' Association can count your old pen name and your new pen name score together. ”

"Forget it, I'll level up slowly. ”

"Mr. Fanchen, will you think about it again?"

"Don't think about it, let's meet again after we reach 10 stars. ”

"Ah, 10 stars. ”

……

"There are 100 schools of Chinese princes. ”

Since deciding to work the classics, Huang Yifan used the summer vacation to visit the school library again.

Fortunately, the library of Tieshikou Middle School does not have a holiday in the summer, and because many students are on vacation in the summer, the library of Tieshikou Middle School is more lively than usual during the summer vacation.

On this day, Huang Yifan found a book from the Tieshikou Library.

This book is not the same as the hundred schools of thought recorded in the previous life, which included Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, and Zonghengjia, and the same is true in this world. However, the sons among them are not Confucius, Mencius, Mozi, or Zhuangzi, but Zhuzi, Chengzi, Zengzi, Shenzi, Wenzi, Gongsunzi, and Zouzi...... Wait a minute.

Although the sons of this world are not comparable to the sons of the previous life, they have not reached the height of Confucius, Lao Tzu, Mencius, and other sages. However, the thousands of years of Chinese civilization and culture, these classic masterpieces passed down by these princes are also brilliant.

The one in front of me is a little big, but it's also pretended. Since we want to continue to pretend to be forced, then, in addition to learning the classics of the hundreds of schools of thought in the previous life, we must also have some understanding of the hundreds of schools of thought in this world. No, not just understanding, at least a certain amount of research. This is called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and not being defeated in a hundred battles.

"Hey, Huang Yifan, you're also in the library. ”

Just as I was looking at it, a voice suddenly came from the side.

When I looked back, I saw a girl with a ponytail, but she walked in front of Huang Yifan.

"Zhang Huiping, why are you here? Oh, by the way, why are you tying up your hair?"

"My mother always remembered me, saying that she was like a fake man before, so she tied her hair. ”

"Oh. ”

Huang Yifan nodded, "It's pretty good." ”

"What did you say?"

"Well, I said, I came to the library today, I didn't expect so many people to come to the library. It seems that I will have to come every day in the future and pretend to be educated. ”

"Load, keep loading. ”

"It's always been your true colors, where is the pretend, by the way, what about you. ”

"I, I didn't do well in the high school entrance examination, I didn't pass the first middle school, I only took the second middle school, and I came to make up for the class. ”

"Ah, the second middle school. ”

"yes, what's wrong. ”

"Like, like, I'm also in the second middle school. ”

"yes, we're classmates again after that. ”

Zhang Huiping stuck out her tongue and said something cute.

"Well, it is. ”

Huang Yifan also nodded, "Fortunately, Jiang Weiwei is not in the second middle school." ”

"Okay, this book is too thick to finish, I'm going to take it back and read it. ”

"Well, I'm almost leaving, won't you come tomorrow?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on whether the book is finished or not. But, basically, I'm going to come a lot this summer. ”

"That's good, I'll come too, try to read well, and be a female doctor. ”

"Don't mind, it's hard for a female doctor to marry. ”

"I don't believe it. ”

"Well, you'll find out later. ”

After a few words of ridicule with Zhang Huiping, he left the library.

……

July 25, 2015, the weather, fine, the mood, very good.

Unexpectedly, after graduation, he met Huang Yifan again in the library.

It feels so good.

Huang Yifan is still the great talent who has been pretending.

And I'm still the shy and timid girl.

However, I have also grown up.

I'm not too shy anymore, and when I saw you, I took the initiative to say hello, didn't I?

You say, maybe I can be a female doctor in the future.

Female doctor, never thought about it before.

But now, I think it's good to be a female doctor.

At least, when I meet you again as a female doctor, I won't be so shy and qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

Huang Yifan, do you think I'm stupid and stupid, how can I have such an idea.

However, no matter what, whether I am stupid or stupid, I will definitely become a female doctor.

I only hope that on the day I become a female doctor, you will still be in my world.

It's just a little girl's diary.

There are a lot of things in the diary that are not important.

However, this page, for a certain girl, guides her future.

The grass will always grow.

Starlight is still there.

When it grows into a towering tree, the starlight at that time may bloom only for her.