The literary competition is not only a test of the profession that you are good at, calligraphy and painting, lacquer painting, bronze, ceramics, and even silk and stone walls may be within the scope of the exam.

As Tong Shengyue said before, compared with specialized talents, what the official wants more is a situation of full flowering.

Ren Zixian followed Professor Yu Xinyi and Professor Mo Wen before, and although he also listened to a lot of courses, he only took time after becoming a graduate student.

To put it bluntly, she still lacks experience.

When Lin Qingsong returned to Jinhai in the evening, he saw Ren sitting in front of the computer and concentrating on checking the information.

"Preparing for the competition so early?" Lin Qingsong knew what she was doing with a slight estimate.

Ren Ziidle's questioning eyes were on him, Lin Qingsong smiled and said: "The materials for the competition are all genuine antiques, who else do you think can supply them?" ”

Ren Zixian instantly understood, since the official competition standards, each session has been striving to select real talents, so since the previous sessions, it has been restored with real antiques.

A channel that can provide a large number of stable antique materials, who else can there be besides the Zhu family?

I'm afraid that Lin Qingsong knew the news of the competition much earlier than her

So Ren Zixian pushed Lin Qingsong out: "I want to drink yogurt, go to the refrigerator and get it for me." ”

"You're welcome." Lin Qingsong felt that she had become more and more presumptuous recently, so he took Ren Zixian into his arms and kissed her, "I'll get it for you." ”

He went downstairs and got yogurt and washed grapes, and he was still immersed in reading the information.

She was focused on what she was doing, and few things could disturb her.

She eats whatever Lin Qingsong feeds, like a chinchilla, wrapped in her mouth.

Ren Zixian looked at the information, Lin Qingsong was happy to feed, and unconsciously ate most of the bunches of grapes.

"Good student, rest for a while." Lin Qingsong took her into his arms, "Do good students want a good project?" ”

Lin Qingsong remembered that Ren Zixian was also a student of microbial pharmacy and a student of Jiang Li.

He had read Ren Zixian's information before, and his results were all top-notch, and he was fully able to accept this project.

Ren Zixian glanced at him: "I'm not interested." ”

Lin Qingsong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You don't even ask what project it is?" ”

Although Lin's project is not as official as the official, it is also enough resources, otherwise Lin Qingsong is not sure that he will be able to dig back the retired Jiang Li.

"Maybe your teacher Jiang Li will go too." Lin Qingsong continued to tempt, "Aren't you excited? ”

Ren Zixian has little interest: "I still have a lacquer coffin in my hand, and I have to participate in the competition later, so I don't have time." ”

"Okay," Lin Qingsong played with the ends of her hair, "Then let's talk about it next time." Don't be too tired from studying, it's still early anyway. ”

Ren Zixian leaned on Lin Qingsong's body and closed his eyes to recuperate, and nodded lightly.

"Why did you change your major to liberal arts before?" Lin Qingsong's fingers gently massaged Ren Zixian, just like wanting to touch a sleeping kitten.

"I like to study literature." Ren Zixian didn't have a straight eye, "How good it is to restore cultural relics, you can get in touch with things thousands of years ago." ”

"Is this your dream?" Lin Qingsong didn't mean to laugh, Wang Qi listened to his instructions before, and went to check Ren Zixian again, and he also looked at Ren Zixian's resume.

The growth environment can be said to be bumpy, and learning microorganisms is also hoping to realize it as soon as possible so that he can support his seriously ill grandmother.

However, it can be said that it is incredible to turn around to study literature when choosing a graduate school.

The restoration of cultural relics is a very lonely research, if you don't do it, you have to worry about food and clothing almost every day.

"Isn't that you?" Ren Zixian said coldly.

Lin Qingsong was stunned for a moment, Ren Zixian was still leaning on his body and didn't turn his head to look at him, as if he was saying something that should be taken for granted.

He inexplicably thought of the promise he made with Jian Fangshu four years ago, if Jian Fangshu relied on him like he was idle, would there be a different ending.

Lin Qingsong is not a person who misses the past, he touches his hair, over the years, he has found a lot of partners, some people want his status, some people want his money, and even some people simply want to sleep with him.

Lin Qingsong didn't have a good temper with these people, and he kicked it.

He kept his bottom line and worked hard, he only felt that Ren Zixian was a good stand-in, she was well-behaved and sensible, and she never made excessive demands.

Although Ren Zixian said that she turned her head to study literature and cultivation because of Lin Qingsong, the first time she saw her in Lin Qingsong, she had actually received Yu Xinyi's recommendation.

How obsessed is she with Wen Xiu? So much so that after choosing microorganisms, I had to seize the last glimmer of hope to change majors and change schools.

Lin Qingsong suddenly felt a little distressed, in order to support her grandmother alone, she chose a major she didn't want to choose at all, if she hadn't met Lin Qingsong, she would have to stay in the literary circle for a lifetime.

"Whatever you want, just do it, I'll do everything." Lin Qingsong rubbed her hands and leaned back to make her lie more comfortable.

Ren Zixian seemed to snort, and then lay on his body really without care.

Lin Qingsong chuckled at this little lover who was becoming more and more presumptuous, and it became more and more convenient to treat him as a self-heating meat pad, and he was really used to being indulged by him.

Between the two of them, an email suddenly popped up in the mailbox.

[Xu Xuanming: Take a look at this issue of AS magazine. 】

Just one sentence made Ren Zixian smell some unusual tastes.

AS Journal is the most authoritative research journal in China, and many of its recent submissions are due to the literary competition.

The cultural competition is a major event, even if the official news has not yet come out, it will not prevent the undercurrents of all parties from surging.

There are only two channels in total, the first is the recommendation of an authoritative professor, and the second is an invitation from the Cultural Affairs Bureau.

Generally speaking, it will be considered based on the professor's paper, impact factor, and authority.

Therefore, the period before the announcement of the competition list is a period when many professors are vying to publish papers.

Since then, there have been many professors who have rewritten their previous papers and published them.

In previous editions, many professors were not invited to teach at first, and were invited because they presented important papers during the period.

This is also one of the reasons why Tong Shengyue wants to remind Ren Zixian not to publish the paper now.

I clicked on the pages of the recent e-magazine and watched the table of contents slide down.

"Yanda joint contribution?" Feel free to do so.

There are not a few such joint contributions, to put it bluntly, it is just a matter of gaining popularity, and several professors submit papers together to increase the citation rate and attract attention.

However, one of the papers is the thesis of the Lacquer Coffin Project......

"You authorized it?" Although Lin Qingsong asked, he denied this speculation almost at the same time.

Ren Zixian is not such a person who can't distinguish priorities, even if he publishes a paper, he will only use himself or Professor Mo Wen as the first author.

However, the contributor to this piece is the Department of Yan Dawen......

"Need my help?" Lin Qingsong asked.

And Ren Zixian shook his head and called Xu Xuanming as soon as possible.

"You see?" Xu Xuanming asked, "What do you think?" ”

The paper only says 'recent university submissions', but it doesn't mention Ren's name throughout.

Ren Zixian looked at it word by word, it was all an experiment that she stared at little by little, and no one was more familiar with it than her.

The paper only reconsolidates the information, and even the classic experiments she cites are exactly the same.

"This is not my contribution." Let yourself go.

"Of course I know it wasn't your submission." Xu Xuanming understood, "You took my recommendation quota, if it doesn't make sense to post a paper now, it will cause trouble for yourself, so I thought that someone must have read your report at that time." ”

"And he's sure that even if it's exposed, you won't pursue it." Xu Xuanming reminded, "So there shouldn't be so many candidates." ”

"Director Zhao Miao, is it?" Let the idle question come out, but it is in an affirmative tone.

Because of Tong Shengyue's temporary presence at that time, the president of Yan University kicked all non-major students out of the lecture hall.

What's more, non-undergraduate students should not be able to copy the content of the experiment in detail.

Only the note-taker at the time will have an outline and video recording of the entire meeting.

So who gets the minutes of the meeting?

Tong Shengyue, Tang Wan, and Mao Guming should not, and there is no need to contribute.

Professor Yu Xinyi and Professor Mo Wen would not do this, and Professor Wen Xiu of other schools would certainly not submit papers in the name of Yan University.

The answer is almost imminent.

"But why?" I don't understand.

"Director Zhao Miao should have done the journal integration according to the principal's instructions, and the purpose is to win another recommendation place for YMU before the competition is announced." Xu Xuanming no longer sells Guanzi.

Lin Qingsong didn't speak to bother her to call, seeing that Ren Zixian frowned, he could even taste a hint of disgust from it, and felt a little funny.

After Xu Xuanming hung up the phone, Lin Qingsong said: "Yanda has not had enough talents in recent years, and it shouldn't be the first time they have done this kind of thing. ”

Ren Zixian thought for a while: "If you want to improve the school's external influence, then the quality of students is the most important. If they bind the student's grades to their own grades, will the student's honor become the school's honor? ”

"It depends." Lin Qingsong clicked on the screen, "Fresh arguments like yours, which are never published, are the easiest to be encroached upon." ”

Ren Zixian pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, although he didn't want to admit it, but what Lin Qingsong said was indeed right.

This kind of thing can't be traced, even if Ren Zixian finds Zhao Miao, it will be prevaricated back, after all, the school did not infringe on her intellectual property rights, but just integrated it together and submitted it.

However, because Tong Shengyue specifically emphasized not to submit articles, which involved the work of the Cultural Bureau, Ren Zixian felt that it was still necessary for him to touch Zhao Miao.