I am the king of hard rice

Chapter 25
At the gate of North China Normal University, there was a lot of traffic and crowds.

Wearing a black trench coat with slacks, Martin boots, and a computer bag on his shoulder, Li Peifeng followed the crowd into the School of Liberal Arts on campus with two long legs.

The moment he merged into the crowd, he was like a little red in the green bushes; a firefly in the dark; a drop of water melting into the oil pan.

His strong and tall figure makes him stand out from the crowd, his sculpted and heroic face makes the school girls look at him frequently, his clothes flutter behind his master, and he dances chicly and handsomely in the late autumn wind, like a bird The black butterfly flutters, leaving behind a faint scent...

Whenever he walked to a place, the girls there would look at him with admiration or curiosity.

"Li Peifeng? It's rare to come to school in person!"

"Raise your glass and look at the blue sky with white eyes. It is as bright as a jade tree before the wind! It looks really delicious, sour and sweet, making people want to fall in love!"

"Si Liu~ Si Liu~ Strange, it seems that he has become more handsome!"

"Well, before you saw him, you only wiped his saliva once, but now you wipe it twice!"

"Finally I see you, the legendary character! He is so handsome! We are so in love with each other!"

"This...is this the Beihua Green Tea Harvester, a scumbag female stamp collector, and the school girl recognized by all teachers and students in the school-Li Peifeng?!"

"Hmph, I'm going to order this grass!"

"That's right, what Manning, Diemeng, Luorou... can't we eat what those green tea whores, scumbags, and Neptune eat?"

"Must eat him!"

Some sluts with fierce eyes, ready to go, surrounded Li Peifeng, waiting for the opportunity to move.

……

School grass, the nickname of LOW wearing the surface!

School, school, no problem!

Grass?plant?green!

verb?vulgar!frivolous!Vulgar!Crazy!

This kind of boring phrase should be stamped with a 404 stamp, signed by Mr. Mosaic, and disappear completely.

Li Peifeng really didn't know how his title of school grass was recognized. Anyway, as far as he knew, Beihua Division didn't have a committee responsible for judging school flowers and school grass.

This was originally a joking nickname given to him by the girls around him. Later, he often performed on stage at campus parties, and the nickname gradually spread, which also brought more attention from the opposite sex to Li Peifeng.

Whenever he showed up in this normal school with a male-to-female ratio of 3:7, he had to face the discussions and fierce eyes of his juniors.

But the level this time was obviously countless times more violent than before, even a little dramatic and exaggerated, which made Li Peifeng a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because of the facial modification, and before he left in the morning, he secretly rubbed some breath of the dark sea on himself?

My face that has nowhere to rest! !
"What does it taste like?"

"It smells so good..."

The girls who were closer to him smelled a faint, indescribable and irresistible fragrance, inexplicably comfortable and irresistible temptation, and they couldn't help but get closer, peeking sideways, and following each other.

Among them, there are many brave people who took the initiative to talk to them.

"Senior, can you add a Weixin letter?"

"Senior, do you know how to get to the library on campus? Can you show me around? Can I treat you to dinner as a thank you?"

"You are the legendary school grass? Very good, you have successfully caught my attention! You are limited to scanning this QR code within three seconds, otherwise..."

Very good, very nympho, exactly the same as the zombies in the movie!
From a certain point of view, the breath of the dark sea is about equal to the T virus.

I hope that when I meet Lao Zhao, the other party will have the same reaction!
"Sorry, something has happened, let's talk about it next time!"

Li Peifeng quickened his pace slightly.They politely declined one by one and continued to walk in.

There was no danger along the way, Li Peifeng arrived at the third floor of the office building of the Faculty of Arts, and knocked on the door of an office.

"Enter."

Li Peifeng pushed the door open and entered. A female teacher was staring at the computer monitor, and she turned her head slightly when she saw the person coming.

Dark red shoulder-length short straight hair, thin and sexy lips exuding a touch of temptation, slender eyes slightly upturned, containing a trace of charm, gold-rimmed glasses add two cool and intellectual temperament .

This is Li Peifeng's postgraduate tutor, Zhao Qingge, a 33-year-old associate professor in the Chinese Department of North China Normal University.

Some students said that Zhao Qingge was the prettiest teacher in Beihua Division, and Li Peifeng agreed.

But before, for his own studies, he respected Lao Zhao just like his own mother, and never dared to think anything wrong.

Today, however, Li Peifeng deliberately approached, stood behind the screen, and said doubtfully, "Guard, you asked me to come..."

"The new article is well written!"

Zhao Qingge didn't let go of the mouse, and his eyes were still focused on the document displayed on the screen: "But there are many aspects that haven't been written, and some more need to be added. I made comments for you, and you can take it back and make changes."

"Yeah, tell me."

Lao Zhao's performance was the same, and Li Peifeng could only enter the working state.

What was displayed on the computer screen was a word document named; "Analysis of the Pulse of Women's Network Literature".

There is still a line of subtitles on the current page; taking my work "One Hundred and Eight Treasures of a Feminine; I Became a Big Brother in Liangshan" as an example, I will deeply analyze the success factors and existing problems of the current female network literature.

For many years, Li Peifeng has kept his pen name, book title, novel content, reader group and other information strictly confidential. Even if his classmates, teachers, friends, and parents are not clear, he has never missed the slightest bit of information.

But the paper was too difficult. Before this paper, Li Peifeng had written three papers. Even though Zhao Qingge led it, the inspiration had dried up.

In the last semester of the second year of research, in order to transfer to a PhD smoothly, Li Peifeng had no choice but to let go of his shame and use his own work to write a thesis. He completed the first draft before the National Day holiday and sent it to his tutor.

I'm not pretending, I'm showing my cards, I'm going to study myself!

In simple terms, this paper is an analysis of Li Peifeng's own works and creative experience, mixed with self-criticism, self-criticism and criticism.Not only for my own works, but also for online literature as a whole... In fact, it is water!

But if Zhao Qingge of Shui is satisfied, it will be a success.

"Use snacks and write well. I will help you contact the editor when the time comes. The first-level Chinese core should be fine, and this time you completed it independently, and the first work is your own."

The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and Zhao Qingge suggested revisions to the format of the paper and the citations in the abstract.Li Peifeng saved the electronic version of the annotated thesis to his USB flash drive, and said, "You have worked hard."

Zhao Qingge murmured, "I've already said hello to you when you transfer to a Ph.D. interview next month, that is, some people in the professor group are very curious about you, so you should be mentally prepared."

Li Peifeng was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, but he was still lucky: "They...why are they curious about me?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Qingge leaned back, folded his hands on his chest, and said with a light smile, "Although the Chinese Department does not train writers, most of the students and teachers in our Faculty of Liberal Arts have tried writing out of love for literature. Traditional literature is not Mention, in the field of online literature, no one has been able to stand firm. As far as I know, many online articles written by students have not been signed, and teachers have not achieved much success."

"But Professor Gong from the School of Business Administration next door, with a pseudonym Qi Cheng, wrote a few books at the end, and became a great writer instead. An engineering professor became famous in writing online articles, and the entire Faculty of Arts was wiped out... this Where do you go to reason?"

"it's good now."

Zhao Qingge looked at his disciple with admiration on his face: "Our Faculty of Arts will finally produce an internet writer who is very successful in writing women's novels. Although he is not a great master, he is still a small guy. The teachers respect you It's normal to be curious, and the interview is just a formality, and I won't make things difficult for you, at most, I will ask some questions about your network creation over the years and your mental journey."

I have [-] sentences I don't know if I should say them or not!

Is that an interview?That is my public execution!

Li Peifeng was very upset: "I remember I asked you to keep it a secret, how did other teachers know about this?"

Now he seriously suspects that Zhao Qingge took the initiative to tell the story, the purpose is to embarrass his colleagues!
Zhao Qingge smiled and comforted: "I haven't told them about your pen name and works for the time being, but it will be a matter of time before people know about it. Even if you don't know now, when your paper is published in the future, if it is included in the core journals, all teachers and students I will also see what novels you have written."

Oops, forgot about this layer!

Li Peifeng's forehead was already sweating. He quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the TT software, and directly set the book friend group to prohibit anyone from joining the group.

However, the person in front of me knows her pen name, could she have infiltrated it?Will the meat photo I posted yesterday also...

Zhao Qingge thought about it, tapped his chin with his right finger, and said in a hopeful tone: "Actually, I'm considering whether to hold an online literature lecture in the Faculty of Literature, and you will attend as the final female frequency fifth-level writer 'One or Two Winds in the World'" As the main coffee, the content is about the contextual comparison and collision of the brutal growth of Internet literature, which makes us have new thinking about "literariness"..."

"Although you are not a well-known Internet author, there should still be some people in the school who have read your book. The lecture should be full by then, right?"

"..."

Li Peifeng remained silent, but his eyes seemed to say a thousand words.

If you want to kill someone alone, you can't hide your eyes!

　The leaderboard has dropped to nineteen, hurry up! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)