(5000 words)

Today's unusually calm in China seems to be brewing a storm.

As the largest portal in China, Huaxia.com reporters are all over the world, even the world.

Liang Man, a 28-year-old female reporter, was appointed as the head of the China Overseas Reporter Station at a young age because of her hard work.

In recent days, she has begun to pay attention to Oriental Magazine.

For no other reason, this magazine is said to have been established by Shen Zhe, the top student in this year's college entrance examination, and this alone is not a small piece of news. It's just that the magazine has been established for a short time, and the address has not yet been exposed, but she has already sent someone to check it.

Another reason is the popularity of "White Hair", and she is also one of the book fans.

Now Liang Man is wearing professional clothes and is reading this work in the stationmaster's office, while waiting for his subordinates to bring back good news.

Half an hour later, a slightly shy male staff member who looked like a recent graduate came in.

"Stationmaster Liang, they have found the address of Oriental Magazine, in Building 23 Xinhua Road, and this is the magazine you want. ”

Liang Man raised his elegant neck, glanced at the newly recruited assistant, and knocked on the table.

"Let's put it in the third installment, let's put it here. After speaking, he stretched his waist and said, "Xiao Liu, don't be so strict, you can call me Sister Liang in the future." ”

Xiao Liu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the figure of his female boss, and said embarrassedly: "Yes, Sister Liang......" sounded like biting her tongue.

Liang Man shook his head funny, this Xiao Liu graduated from a prestigious university this year, and he took a fancy to him because he looked very honest, he didn't have so many ghost thoughts, and it was not bad to keep it up.

Xiao Liu suddenly raised his head and pointed to the magazine on the table: "That, Sister Liang, there is an article on it, you'd better take a look at it first." ”

"Oh?"

Liang Manhu picked up the magazine suspiciously, and what Xiao Liu could remind her of should not be the serialized "White Hair".

quickly found Shen Zhe's way of university.

Her expression changed, and she quickly packed her bag and said, "Let's go, go to Xinhua Road, and you hurry up and inform them of the news." ”

Xiao Liu knew who their boss was talking about.

As an industry leader, Huaxia.com's reporters are extraordinary, but they also need the help of others. If you get any important news, say hello casually, and you will be rewarded exponentially in the future, and it will still dominate when you are interviewed.

……

At present, the new magazine Dongfang mainly publishes popular literature, and most of its readers are young people.

I don't have a deep understanding of articles like the way of the university, but millions of such readers are inevitably seen by some academics.

Huai Liangyu, a researcher of sinology in Yanjing, accidentally met him from his son.

"This ......" Huai Liangyu's hands trembled.

"Dad, what's wrong?" the son on the side leaned over to check what his father had seen, and made it like this.

"Oh, it's the owner's article. ”

Huai Liangyu asked in a trembling voice: "The name here is Shen Zhe, what's the matter with the island owner?"

The son laughed and said: "Dad, the owner of the island is the nickname of Shen Zhe for our book fans, you don't even know who Shen Zhe is, right?"

"Is that the top student in the college entrance examination?"

"That's right, the owner of the island is very good at writing poetry, and this article seems to be very powerful, but it's not as good as peach blossom poetry. ”

Huai Liangyu looked at his son in disbelief: "You said that this article can't compare to Peach Blossom Poem?"

"Yes, Peach Blossom Poetry has a lot of feelings!"

“…… It's not long-eyed, this is for Sinology, what is the peach blossom poem. As he spoke, he frowned and said: "But this article is definitely not written by him, he took the college entrance examination this year, ten **, how can he understand Sinology so deeply, impossible, impossible ......"

The son laughed and said, "Dad, you accuse the island owner of plagiarism?

Huai Liangyu was dumbfounded, he couldn't say why, no one in China had this level, but he kept shaking his head.

After a while, he got up and went to the study, where he was going to tell the other members of the Society for the Study of Sinology to see what they had to say.

"Lao Huai, you said this was written by that hairy child?" someone asked incredulously.

"The signature is here, Shen Zhe, it's the champion. ”

"It's impossible to be a champion, how can today's young people spend time studying those ancient books!"

"I know it's impossible, but where did this article come from?"

"This still needs to be asked, plagiarism. Said the mean.

"Then there is a problem with this champion, we have to build yì Yan University to reconsider his admission qualifications!"

An old man shook his head: "Don't rush to a conclusion, we say that Shen Zhe plagiarized, so who did he plagiarize? Such an article, even if you have outstanding talent, you must first have a deep study of all ancient books, and it is not possible to complete it in three or two years just by reading it thoroughly." If it was written by Mr. Ji, we wouldn't be too surprised, and we might still cheer...... Well, is it really Mr. Ji's work, in the name of Shen Zhe......"

"How is it possible, the old gentleman is not so confused, and he will not come like this if he likes good students, isn't it harmful. ”

"It's also ......"

Discussions come and go, and the source of the article cannot be determined, because the way of the university is simply not the work of ordinary people.

"There is no doubt that this Shen Zhe plagiarized and is very clumsy!"

……

Zhongli and several editors-in-chief were busy publishing the magazine.

Without warning, more than a dozen reporters suddenly appeared at the entrance of the editorial department, carrying long guns and short guns, asking to interview Shen Zhe.

"Our boss is going to college, don't come to the editorial office, you can go. Wenwen preemptively said.

Liang Man, who was at the forefront, shook his head with a smile, and was not in a hurry: "This time is different from the past, if Shen Zhe doesn't come, we won't leave." He needs to explain the matter of the article, the creative process, the source of the idea, whether someone ghostwrote it......"

Zhongli and the others all changed color, and the meaning of this beautiful reporter's words was almost equivalent to accusing Shen Zhe of plagiarism!

"What do you mean by that?" said Editor-in-Chief Wei with a frown.

Liang Man smiled slightly: "First of all, I am also a fan of "White Hair", but this time the matter will definitely make a big fuss, I am first and foremost a reporter! I can also tell you that I took a two-year Sinology course during college, and I can understand this article!"

"Let's let Shen Zhe come out!" other reporters also spoke.

Locking the reporters out and walking into the editorial office, Zhongli said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Editor-in-Chief Wei thought for a while and hesitated: "Is this article too powerful?" I don't believe that Xiao Zhe would do plagiarism. ”

"He's a genius in the first place, so what's the doubt about writing a great article?"

Editor-in-Chief Wei shook his head and said, "What if the work is beyond the scope of genius?"

Zhongli was surprised, "What's that?"

Editor-in-Chief Wei shook his head, and couldn't tell what it was, the Holy Dao article?

"It's better to call Xiaozhe and ask him for his own opinion, we are blocking reporters, maybe it will have a worse impact on him. ”

When Shen Zhe received the call, he was only slightly stunned.

Then he said, "I'll be there in a moment." ”

……

Since he understands that he still has a desire for fame and fortune in his heart, Shen Zhe will not continue to pretend to be a game in the world.

For the doubts of some people in this plane, he has been preparing since he opened his eyes.

He has an external chip, and he still has more than ten years of hard work to put the culture of the two time and space into his mind.

At this time, he is an absolute BUG.

He was originally a small Internet fighter, and the direction of his works in the future will still be dominated by popular literature.

Especially in terms of martial arts, it is due to the ultra-low status of chivalry novels in this time and space, and with the increasing influence, they cannot avoid the attacks of the literary world, even the education and academic circles.

An article "Hurt Zhongyong" is obviously not qualified.

Some viper-like literary critics may also spit venom at him with impunity in the future.

What Shen Zhe is most afraid of is trouble, and it is best to solve it once if there is trouble.

Not now, but in the expected future, with the urine nature of the literary world, trouble will come sooner or later.

Now no one attacks him because his martial arts are not in the mainstream at all, and several youth novels have also been integrated into the trend of youth literature.

It's back to the dog-beating theory.

He did not approve of beating dogs to death, but he wanted to beat them to the other side.

Because a qiē has not yet happened, this practice carries a lot of malice, which stems from the fact that the original time and space have heard too many literati talk about each other.

He needed a dog-beating stick to kill a qiē -- the way of the university

One was not enough, and he had many, until all the bites that might have been on the other side had gone to the other side.

Then relax and sleep on the grass by the river.

……

Oriental Editorial Department-

Shen Zhe looked at the dozen or so male and female reporters opposite, his face unshocked.

He was also a little strange, the last time he presented the awards, he was stunned when he saw the camera, why didn't he feel anything today?

Perhaps many times I have rehearsed this kind of scene in my head.

A little distracted, the chattering voices of the reporters, as if they came from outside the sky, he didn't hear clearly what was being asked.

After a while, Shen Zhe suddenly smiled and said, "Ask one by one, okay?"

Zhongli and several editors-in-chief were on the sidelines, with a worried face, it would be good to stop the publication of that article the day before yesterday.

The reporters looked at each other, and Shen Zhe in front of him just now didn't seem to belong to this world, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, and he didn't know what to think.

Liang Man was the first to come back to his senses: "Classmate Shen Zhe, can you ask any question?"

Shen Zhe nodded and said with a smile: "Of course." ”

Liang Man's eyes lit up: "I like your "Legend of the White-Haired Witch" very much, can you reveal some follow-up plots in advance?"

"This beautiful reporter," Shen Zhe shook his head with a smile and asked rhetorically, "I like your figure very much, can you tell me the color of your corset?"

"Poof......

Everyone burst into laughter.

At this time, Lin Yuhan, who didn't know where to go just now, also ran over, probably got the news, and looked at Shen Zhe worriedly.

Hearing the conversation between Shen Zhe and the female reporter, he gave him a fierce look, and he was worried a lot.

Judging by his composure, he should be able to solve it, right?" Lin Yuhan thought silently.

It's a pity that Shen Zhe didn't see her at this time.

Liang Man couldn't cry or laugh, this was the first time someone teased her in front of her.

Because the more beautiful a woman is, the more polite a man will be when he is in front of him.

"Well, I'll ask directly. ”

Shen Zhe smiled and said, "That's right." ”

"Shen Zhe, may I ask if you wrote this article on the way of college?"

Shen Zhe bowed.

"You created it alone?" Liang Man followed closely, his eyes staring into Shen Zhe's eyes.

"You can think so. Shen Zhexin said: Please call me Zengzi.

A male reporter shouted, "We don't believe it!" and several reporters then expressed doubts.

"Why?" Shen Zhe asked indifferently.

"At your age, how can you be so proficient in ancient Chinese books?"

After a burst of chaotic questioning, someone said: "Don't say proficient, if you read through it to understand a rough idea, it is impossible to complete it!"

Liang Man also said: "I have studied Sinology, and if this article is not deeply studied, I can't write it." Shen Zhe, can you explain how it was created?"

Shen Zhe lowered his head, then raised his head: "Why do you think that I am not proficient in Sinology?"

"Are you proficient?" said one reporter, incredulously.

Shen Zhe nodded and said lightly: "Not only am I proficient, but I can also recite them all!"

……

Zhongli slapped his forehead: "Xiao Zhe is confused!"

Editor-in-Chief Wei and the others also turned their faces, looking like they couldn't bear to look at them directly, and even Lin Yuhan almost rushed over and pulled Shen Zhe away.

Recite them all?

Ancient books of Sinology?

You think your head is a computer?

The group of reporters was also silent for a while, and then there was an uproar, but Shen Zhe still had a calm face.

Liang Man asked Xiaoyi: "Shen Zhe, although no one has counted the exact number of words in all the ancient books of Sinology, but only the four surviving books of "Confucius", "Meng", "Zhu" and "Wang", I am afraid that there are no less than seven or eight hundred thousand words, are you sure you can recite them all? If you have read it several times, we all believe it, but if you really memorize it for a long time, unless you ...... it."

"In-depth research, plus good memory. "Shen Zhe interface.

"......" Liang Man was speechless, "The four books are all in your head?"

"No," Shen Zhe stretched out his index finger and shook it, "It's not the four books, but all the ancient books of Sinology!"

“……”

An eerie silence in the editorial office, what are you kidding?

Reciting all the ancient books of Sinology, at least millions of words, is not something that human beings can do!

But I didn't know that Shen Zhe had a chip to help, not to mention millions, hundreds of millions of text content would not take up much space.

He doesn't need memory, just greater comprehension.

Two minutes later, a male reporter blushed and said, "I'm going to test you!"

Shen Zhe waved his hand: "Please." ”

"......" The reporter suddenly didn't know where to ask, turned his head and said, "Editor-in-chief Zhong, can you find those classics?"

The editorial department really has, basically a full set, because cultural units like to decorate the façade.

This time it seems that he has hurt his own people?

Zhongli looked at Shen Zhe and wanted to ask his opinion, but until now, everyone still thought that Shen Zhe was talking nonsense.

Shen Zhe said: "Brother Zhong, bring it to them, bring them all." ”

Zhongli had no choice but to do so, and these reporters looked at it and said no?

In addition to the four books, there are more than 30 commentaries on them by figures from various dynasties.

The male reporter took a copy in his hand, and was about to open it to find a paragraph to challenge Shen Zhe, but Shen Zhe suddenly said: "Go directly to a certain page, say the number of pages or chapters, you are holding the "Biography", right?"

"Biography" is a work of the prince, and Shen Zhe saw three words on the cover.

"Oh," the male reporter said, "yes." ”

"Then you can flip it casually, you can feel free, do you want me to memorize the whole book?" Shen Zhe asked, his tone like drinking water.

"......" The male reporter was speechless, and asked for time on his back, so he flipped it casually: "The chapter of "Yuan Shen, Yuan Qi, Yuan Jing", you can memorize it and try it!"

Shen Zhe nodded.

Lai Shuyun: "The next handiman, I feel that this heart is quiet all the time, and the delusion is fixed, and the heart is also moving." If the heart is in constant motion, it will not pause for ...... moment"

The tone was fast, and the male reporter's eyes quickly moved with Shen Zhe's voice.

"That's all for this chapter," Shen Zhe smacked his lips, "the meaning of this chapter is ...... The specific analysis is ......"

Ten minutes later, the male reporter looked stunned, looking at Shen Zhe as if he had seen a ghost.

"Is that right?" the other reporters asked, dumbfounded.

"All right! Even the translation and commentary, word for word, all right! How is this so possible?" the male reporter muttered nervously.

The crowd of reporters exploded.

"No, Erliniang, there are such people in the world?"

"No, I still have questions!"

Shen Zhe nodded uniformly: "Feel free to ask questions, it's okay today anyway, just review your homework." ”

Next, more than a dozen reporters took turns to ask Shen Zhe a fancy question, trying to find a certain classic that he didn't know, but unfortunately all failed. In the end, Zhongli and several people, who had been standing for a long time, also came back to their senses and participated like crazy.

The videographers forgot to work, and only Liang Man, a female reporter, faithfully recorded this qiē.

……

"Okay, it's been more than three hours, it's not enough?" Shen Zhe stopped a female reporter from leaning over and said with a smile.

The female reporter was unwilling, and suddenly said, "Can you memorize "Historical Records"?"

Shen Zhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

"What about the "General Guide to Governance"?"

"Oh, too. ”

……

What started as a personal interview with a common challenge turned into an endorsement conference.

The whole process lasted more than four hours, and the first to come back to his senses was the editor-in-chief Zhongli: "Everyone is okay, Xiao Shen is tired, stop!"

When everyone looked at it, the god-like champion really didn't look good.

Anyone who has a book on his back for four hours will not look good.

A bottle of pure water was handed over beside him, and Shen Zhe looked back and saw that it was Lin Yuhan, so he said happily: "Yuhan, I'm tired to death, or you are the best for me!"

Lin Yuhan said in a low voice: "Drink some water." ”

"Hmm. Shen Zhe poured a bottle of water into it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Everyone laughed, and found that he looked like a prospective college student at this time.

The scene just now seems to be a hallucination.

But apparently true.

"Come here, I have something to ask you. Lin Yuhan said secretly.

Shen Zhe greeted everyone and walked out of the editorial office with Lin Yuhan, this time everyone let him go and watched the two leave.

What's so hard about it?

How to make trouble?

But seeing such a person, this trip is really worth it.

……

When he came to a place where there was no one, Lin Yuhan turned to face Shen Zhe and pursed the corners of his mouth: "Ah Zhe, you squat." ”

Shen Zhe was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Squat down first. ”

"Alright then, Yuhan, you're going to kick me in the ass?"

Lin Yuhan didn't speak, but took his head and pounded it with his fist.

"Hiss!" Shen Zhe was in pain, and hurriedly got up and said, "Little girl, it's against you, dare to beat your husband!"

Lin Yuhan said to himself: "Your head is really harder than mine!"

Shen Zhe was speechless.

……

That night, Huaxia.com hung up the interview video of reporter Liang Man in the most eye-catching news position on the homepage.

For a time, public opinion across the country was in an uproar.

The education sector is silent.

Academia lost its voice.

The press lost its voice.

The Sinology Research Society, which is fiercely discussing whether the way of the university is plagiarized, is also silent!

Only on the most open network, there is an uproar. ？！

All kinds of symbols expressing strong feelings are proliferating in forums, talk groups, and chat rooms.

Netizens also couldn't find words to describe their mood at the moment.

The next day, the front page of Huaxia Daily carried a welcome letter from Professor Wen Fanglun of Yanyuan on behalf of the college.

"Welcome Shen Zhe to study at Yan University. ”

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PS: Originally, I was going to arrange a big plot for this section, but I was said to be poisonous and a little depressed. After thinking about it, let's end this part of the plot today.

I'm tired, I'm in a hurry to update every day, I can only try to be reasonable, BUG is reminded, and I'll go back and modify it when I'm free.

Well, that's it, I don't want to write it today, and I'll start another story tomorrow.

Hey, it's just the hundredth chapter, what a coincidence.