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After a night of buffering, the rankings of various lists gradually stabilized, and only a few rankings with similar results are changing with each other, up and down, down and down, and up and down, competing endlessly, but in general, the overall situation has been decided, unless a dark horse can suddenly break out among them, or the dust has settled......

"Star Change" after a night of fighting, finally came out of the layers of surrounding, "The Legend of the Little Soldier", "Ming", "Mercenary World", "Raptors Across the River" and other great god works all the way to the chrysanthemum, ranked third in the member week clicks, second place in the book friend weekly recommendation list, member week clicks first and second were respectively occupied by "Shenglong Road" and "Blasphemy", it is not an overnight thing to catch up with these two gods, only after the plot of "Star Change" is fully developed, step out of the Qianlong Continent, there is hope, Otherwise, you can only look at the back and sigh.

But this is also normal, the popularity of the top gods that have been accumulated for so long will explode, then it is not the top gods, but the gods with moisture, and the number of gods will not be so small, and there are so many street writers.

But these have nothing to do with Huang Haiming now, after the end of the code word in the morning, he rushed to Sichuan University alone, bought a map before going, and rode a bicycle for 80 yuan bought from the senior after making the shortest route in his mind, not that Huang Haiming does not buy other cars or taxis, the key is that he has been suffering from motion sickness since he was a child, especially the big passenger with a strong smell of gasoline and the bus that stops and goes all the way, or it will not be half asleep and half awake every time he takes the bus, and it is difficult to stay up.

Fortunately, their university is not very far from Sichuan University, and it is less than half an hour away to ride a bicycle, after a long time of morning practice running and horse walking, Huang Haiming's physique is different from ordinary people, riding a bicycle is very easy for him, riding a bicycle for half an hour is just a matter of running a few more laps in the playground.

Huang Haiming rode this squeaky bicycle to Chuanda, all the way away, the sky was gloomy, fortunately there were not many pedestrians on the road, Huang Haiming didn't pay much attention to the scenery around him, and he didn't have that awareness, he hummed Zheng Shaoqiu's version of "Laughing at the Wind and Cloud" vaguely in his mouth, and felt the wind, if he could meet one or two girls walking together, maybe he could do a few difficult bicycle drifts.

A man like the wind!

But there is no face like Ren Tianqi and Ye Wudao, otherwise there will still be some turning back.

Huang Haiming's pure novel otaku has never been out of Sichuan Province before the age of 20, and he has never walked out now, 175cm tall, 131 pounds, excellent eyesight, and has not been destroyed by a large number of gender art films, war films in bed, and countless novels into a man with glasses, and is not good at dealing with women, especially beautiful women. But it's an out-and-out royal sister goddess Lori uniform beautiful legs and black silk eye control, but there has always been a thief without a thief's guts, and there is an innocent little Zhengtai who has ideas but no practice, and he was shocked when he saw Wang Feiyan's performance for the first time, and he was determined to catch up, but he was not confident at the beginning, and he was busy writing "Super Player of Online Games", and he didn't know her specific location, so he didn't take action, but this time it's different, "Star Change" is on the right track, and I've saved up a few weeks of manuscripts, and I'm ready to go.

Wang Feiyan has been sitting in the middle of the third row since the first day of entering the Department of Chinese Languages of Sichuan University, usually there is a law in the university, where you sit determines your grades, this law is not suitable for everyone, but in general, it is not far from ten, but Wang Feiyan is one of the exceptions, her grades are very good, although she is not ranked in the top three in the class, but the top ten can get in. Today is a very famous history seminar in the Department of Languages, and the lecturer is very controversial at Sichuan University, and he is a young teacher who must show his edge.

Wang Feiyan is still sitting in the middle of the third row today, no one is competing for it, it seems to be her reserved exclusive seat, there are still ten minutes before class, she took out a martial arts novel written by Gu Long and read it with relish, if you want to learn a subject well, it is very difficult not to invest in enthusiasm, so he can always cut into the topic from other aspects.

After Wang Feiyan was admitted to Sichuan University, she has been very popular, because she is very aura in ancient literature and history, and she belongs to the type of self-clean, strict family education, martial arts since childhood, belongs to a scholarly family in the traditional sense, she has no lack of breath in the breath of a lady, and has been alone in the three years of college, and no lucky person has become her genuine flower messenger.

In fact, there is no recognized school flower in the university, not to mention famous schools such as Tsinghua University and Beichuan University, even if there are very few beauties who can convince the public to win the first place, in this era when information and information explode to the point that almost anyone can desecrate any female star, everyone is visually tired, the taste is in their mouths, and they can't see what is true or false. However, Wang Feiyan does not dare to say that it is the school flower of the entire Sichuan University, but she has always been a candidate who can be ranked in the top ten in the language department, three years of college, counting the original three senior sisters, plus the next two school sisters, she is the same as the champion, the eight winds do not move, no one has been able to knock her out of the top ten ring, and she has a very high popularity in the entire Sichuan University Language Department.

She is not very beautiful, she is not the type of person who has fallen into the country and the city, she can only be said to be very ladylike, very good, very gentle, and has a unique scholarly style of an ancient woman, which looks very moving.

Chu Xuan, a lecturer with a handsome face, looks very young, and has only been in Sichuan University for less than a few years, so young that he walks outside the school and is no different from ordinary college students, but he is a genuine doctoral student in the Department of Literature of Sichuan University. She didn't have a good impression of this male lecturer who was constantly scandalized, and she drew a clear line in the first class, which was clear and did not interfere with each other.

Chu Xuan can always burst out with extra enthusiasm in the classroom where Wang Feiyan appears, looking at Wang Feiyan's eyes contain a very clever concealment of heat, he knocked on the side of the school office to the school leaders to inquire about Wang Feiyan's family background, which is very popular in the foreign language department, Sichuanese, her parents are political officials, not big or small, traditional scholarly family, but her family is a martial arts lineage, and most of the family members deal with political Fu, and her status is not very prominent, Chu Xuan has been the true goddess of life in his life since Wang Feiyan.

But he is not stunned, he knows that step by step, after determining that there are no definite or worthy competitors around Wang Feiyan, he is more and more calm, today he is in a good mood, as long as it is a class that can perform in front of Wang Feiyan with profound literary skills, Chu Xuan will have a sense of satisfaction, and it is the same today, the only flaw is that he saw an unfamiliar face in the back row, and he was keenly aware that the eyes of the ordinary-looking strange boy skimmed to the direction of Wang Feiyan from time to time, Chu Xuan immediately determined that this was a suitor who was beyond his strength, and he had a way to retreat from this kind of fly that did not pose much of a threat.

Although the national art is only a concept proposed in an online work, it has extraordinary significance in today's martial arts world, plus Wang Feiyan is a serious inheritance of martial arts family, this topic is just right, he first sold a pass, and said in very standard Mandarin, "The language department must be linked to the times, keep pace with the times, and understanding the latest trend of the new era is the most basic requirement, and Guoshu is a topic that has been more popular recently, who knows what is the national art." ”

The boy sitting at the end looked stunned, and almost at the same time, Wang Feiyan, who was sitting in the middle, said confidently: "The martial art that only kills people and does not perform is called national art." ”

Chu Xuan nodded and smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad, national art is a martial art that only kills people and does not perform, it is a unique national art that belongs to our Chinese Yanhuang descendants, it is the inevitable birth of the changes of the times, it is the essence of martial arts condensed in the history of the vast number of Chinese sons and daughters resisting modern humiliation, and it is a symbol of the epitome of the great era." ”

"As a member of the language department, we must know the status of national art in our country, and we must have a certain understanding of national art!"

"To learn national arts, you must have the feeling of the sages shedding tears."

"As for the national art, it needs to be passed on forever."

Chu Xuan began to tell the story, constantly disassembling and reorganizing the national art with ancient and modern history, and expounding the importance of the national art and the artistic conception of the national art literature through a series of comparisons. A lesson unconsciously flowed quickly in Chu Xuan's highly rendered explanation, and only a few key words on the blackboard recorded the traces of this lesson.

During the end of class, Chu Xuan walked around the classroom a little, and explained and discussed some of the most popular topics with the girls who admired him, it seemed that he was not pedantic and stereotyped, and some girls were also happy to be close to him, but Wang Feiyan was indifferent, and continued to read his martial arts novels, the class bell rang, Chu Xuan glanced at the strange students who were still holding their positions, and smiled, it is a good thing to have perseverance, but it is a good thing to work hard at the wrong time and in the wrong place, and then he plans to teach a lesson that is not one' progression' on the enemy, teach him a profound truth.

Chu Xuan wrote a large string of words on the blackboard, then put down the chalk, clapped his hands, looked around, put his hands on his back, and said with a smile, "Next, I will ask a classmate to answer the meaning of this text, isn't it difficult?" ”

In the end, Chu Xuan unexpectedly "discovered" the boy sitting in the corner of the last row, pointed to the blackboard, and smiled meaningfully, "It's up to this classmate to answer." ”

Wang Feiyan keenly sensed a hint of conspiracy, and suddenly switched around, only to see an absolutely unexpected face, the guy stood up honestly and straightly, scratched his head, and stopped talking.

Chu Xuan smiled "friendly", "What's the problem, I can't see the blackboard clearly, I don't know the sentences, I can't answer the grammar clearly?" ”

The appearance is not outstanding, and the man who is not special is not cowardly or unreasonable and stands upright, "I didn't hear clearly which question was being said." ”

He calmly explained his predicament.

Chu Xuan was not angry, and continued to smile and said calmly, "It's okay, I'll just say it again, it's not too difficult to ask, I have never excluded students who are not from the Chinese Department from coming here to take classes, it should be very welcome, but if he is here to doze off, I really can't think of any reason to let him continue to stay." ”

Wang Feiyan looked stunned, because the guy standing there was the "blind" suitor who confessed to him when they first met last semester, a boy who called himself Huang Haiming, and she was still hot-headed and casually agreed to a promise at that time.

She didn't know how he found the Chinese Department of Sichuan University, she just thought it was a fantasy.

There is also a bit of a headache