What happened on Weibo, in fact, Qian Hao still wanted to continue to pay attention to it and continue to fight with those people.

Because, he knows that things have just begun, and the follow-up development will definitely be more intense. If he's not there, his fans, as well as himself, will definitely suffer something.

But there is no way, this Monday, he has to go to Mizuki University for class.

Fortunately, he has a world to back him up, and he doesn't care about the disadvantages of this moment. In fact, if he didn't have the backing, he wouldn't have been so chic and arbitrary, and he wouldn't have dared to be so chic and wanton.

Go out, take a car, and get to Mizuki.

With a light hand, he came to Mizuki and walked straight into the classroom.

The classrooms were still full of students.

As soon as he entered, they all turned their heads, and hundreds of eyes looked at him in unison, and he was a little uncomfortable looking at him.

"I said, what are you doing here, you all fell asleep last night? Can't turn your neck right? Slightly embarrassed, he stepped up to the podium and quipped.

The students didn't smile, they still stared at him, their eyes worried and worried. Obviously, they all knew about him.

It's not just that they know that they have been following up on the situation, and they know about the latest Weibo he posted.

It is for this reason that they are particularly worried.

As a student, he as a teacher, they have been together for half a semester, and they get along well with each other, so the relationship is naturally very good.

Seeing the worried eyes of the students, Qian Hao suddenly smiled, and there was relief in his smile. After all, if they are indifferent to teaching them for so long, how failed is he?

However, the relief was only a fleeting moment, and it was quickly replaced by pride.

At this time, he stood like a pine, put his hands behind his back, and said with a rather conceited smile: "Haha, are you worried about me?" Sue you, don't worry, my Qian Hao can be loved and hated all his life, but he can't be pitied. Alright, let's go to class. ”

Qian Hao didn't know, he said that when he was in class, there were already students in the audience discussing him in the post bar.

It's really a routine, every time I go to class, someone actually broadcasts it live. Even if it's not a live video, at least it's a text live broadcast.

"Hearing Mr. Xiaoqian's words, I don't know why, I kind of want to cry."

"Yes, so am I, I feel that Mr. Xiaoqian is too manly."

"Teacher Xiaoqian: It doesn't matter if you love or hate, you love me and hate me, that's your business. As for pity, haha, my Qian Hao has been not weaker than others all my life, who dares to pity me, who can pity me? ”

"666, the analysis upstairs is too incisive."

The post bar was hot, the classroom was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Qian Hao to give a lecture.

Today, they are extra serious, including the guys who just went live with the text.

Qian Hao shook his spirits, opened the textbook, organized the language, and raised his head to give a lecture. However, when he saw the still worried eyes of the students, he suddenly lost the heart to lecture.

Contemplative, silent.

After a while, he closed the textbook and said with a smile: "Everyone is a little absent-minded, so let's not give a lecture today and talk about Chinese literature."

As he spoke, there was silence in the audience. No one objected.

So, he looked around, still smiling and said, "Sun Xian, you talk about it first, what do you think...... Well, now, how is Chinese literature? ”

It's not that he is embarrassed by Sun Xian, but he has been teaching for so long and finds that Sun Xian is more talented than others. And, too, more diligent.

It is precisely for this reason that on weekdays, he often mentions Sun Xian. And today, he also habitually named Sun Xian.

Sun Xian's face was not different, his mind was calm, and there was a slight respect in his eyes. In fact, at first, he thought that Qian Hao was embarrassed by him, and he was quite indignant. But after being together for so long, he doesn't think so anymore.

Because, here in Qian Hao, he can really learn things.

Regarding Qian Hao's question, he did not answer in a hurry, but pondered for a long time, and then considered:

"China's Chinese literature has a long history, is second to none in the world, and has a huge influence. But in recent years, it seems that there is some blind arrogance, in terms of poetry, ancient poetry is unsustainable, and modern poetry is not as good as foreign poetry. And in terms of fiction, the same is ......"

Sun Xian's analysis amazed the classmates, and also made Qian Hao nod secretly.

However, Qian Hao didn't praise him, just nodded and motioned for him to sit down. Then, ask the others.

"I think Chinese literature is immortal, and there are many excellent works emerging now."

"Traditional literature is showing weakness and online literature is rising, this is the status quo, and we must face it squarely."

"Otherwise, online literature is too vulgar and far from literature."

……

In the classroom, the students were asked and answered by Qian Hao, and gradually turned into arguing with each other. It's quite drastic, and it makes sense.

Qian Hao did not stop it, nor did he express his opinion, but smiled and watched them argue.

Because of this moment, he saw infinite possibilities in them and saw the path of Chinese literature.

However, they had such a heated discussion, but they were anxious about the students in the post bar.

The second Olympics, I used to broadcast live every time, why didn't I broadcast it live today? Damn, I'm not falling for a while, is this making me fall behind?

couldn't wait for the live broadcast of the class, and the students in the bar had to turn their attention to Weibo.

And this attention, the whole post bar exploded again.

"Hurry! The big thing is not good, Mr. Xiaoqian was boycotted by the literary world! ”

"Uh, wasn't it boycotted a long time ago?"

"It's different, it was just the poetry world before, but this time it's the literary world!"

", look at it, Guo De's Weibo, that simply blackened Teacher Xiaoqian to death."

"What's more, if you take a closer look, I'll rely on it, at least 30 percent of the authors boycott Mr. Xiaoqian."

In fact, not only Shuimu Tieba, but also many other Tieba are discussing Qian Hao's affairs.

It was Chu Ren, who put down the book in his hand and paid attention to Weibo worriedly. Even Wang Xi, who was writing books behind closed doors, also went out of the customs in a hurry and asked about this very irritablely.

Not to mention Liu Yikun, who has been paying attention to it with concern. When he saw the current situation, he sighed and said nothing, but only ordered the column to do it quickly.

If you want to be calm, it is probably Qian Hao and all the students in the class.

Because, they discussed fiercely, and they didn't know what was going on outside. It's also rare, in Chinese class, no one plays with mobile phones.

Qian Hao listened to the students' arguments and was very relieved. If today's literary world disappoints him, then these high-achieving students of Mizuki have regained his hope.

However, while regaining hope, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly. In China, no matter what industry it is, even literature is no exception.

The current literary world is the embodiment of this bad custom.

If this vulgarity does not change, how many of these students in front of them can break through? Moreover, even if they break through, I am afraid they will all compromise or assimilate.

If so, is there any hope for Chinese literature?

At this moment, Qian Hao's thoughts are flying, surpassing his ordinary self, thinking of a lot.

And in the next second, he remembered the four sentences of Hengqu, establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a life for the people, continuing to learn for the saints, and opening peace for all generations......

Then, he made up his mind to do his part in the matter.