Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 32 Master of Chinese Studies

"Guo Chun! Guo Chun! Wait for me!"

Gong Deming was running behind him with all his energy, and finally caught up with Guo Chun.

But as soon as he came in front of him, the anger on Guo Chun's face startled him, and his red eyes almost started to bleed.

"I'll go, what's wrong with Guo Zi? Is he possessed by a demon?"

"Get started!" Guo Chun turned his head away, unwilling to pay attention to Gong Deming.

Seeing that Guo Chun's matter seemed to be unsolvable, Gong Deming sighed and couldn't help but persuade him: "Guo Zi is just fighting. If you lose, you lose. No matter how strong Bao Guowei is, can he be stronger than our father? An Xin. From now on, after graduation, we will go to Shanghai to go to university, and this kid will have to go back to the soil to dig for food!"

"I have never experienced this kind of arrogance since I was a child!" Guo Chun didn't listen to his words at all and said with clenched fists. "He, Bao Guowei, used to be my dog. Why now? After a holiday, he wants to ride on my head? There is no way~"

Gong Deming is now convinced. He still has reason left. Conflicts are conflicts. Learning basketball is not as good as others, and fighting is not as good as others.

"What else can we do? We can't just hire a killer, right?"

Is there going to be some cruelty between classmates? Can't do it.

His father is a researcher for the government. It may be fun to show off his anger for a while, but it will not benefit his future at all, so there is no need to take risks.

At this time, Pang Xier finally caught up with him panting.

"Hey Guo Chun, why are you running so fast? Wait for me, Gong Deming!"

"Hey, man, I'm exhausted."

He had just taken a few breaths when Guo Chun unexpectedly kicked him up.

"What's the use of you useless thing, you poor devil! Poor devil!"

The poor guy in the back obviously took out the anger he received from Bao Guowei on Pang Xier.

"Young Master Guo. Young Master Guo loves me so much that it has nothing to do with me."

Pang Xier's tall and thin body bowed into a shrimp on the ground, rolling around in a miserable state.

"Hey, hey, Guo Chun and Guo Zi, it's okay, it's okay. If you hit him again, you'll have to pay his medical bills."

Gong Deming, who couldn't stand it anymore, quickly stopped Guo Chun, fearing that he might get into trouble because of his impulsiveness, so he put his arm around Guo Chun's shoulders and said.

"Listen to me, Guo Zi, why don't you go to your old place and meet up with the two sisters? After a night of fun, everything will be over. We will have plenty of ways to deal with that kid in the future. Impulsiveness is useless."

But Guo Chun still shook off his hand and walked forward.

"Follow you two."

"What?" Gong Deming was a little surprised.

"If you two are brothers, just follow me."

The two of them looked at each other, which seemed to be the direction of Guo Chun's house.

Zhang Mansion.

Since the middle of the Qianlong reign of the Qing Dynasty, the Zhang family has been a prosperous family in Hangzhou. Mr. Zhang himself once recorded the evaluation of "carrying the legacy of the world" and "having assets in the millions."

But despite this, the Zhang family still has the tradition of being diligent and thrifty, and can be said to be a first-class scholarly family.

With such a family background, Zhang Taiyan has become a master of traditional Chinese studies at the level of domestic leaders.

It can be said that even if the mayor of Hangzhou comes here, he must politely bring gifts and call him Mr. Zhang.

There was a lot of excitement in Zhang's mansion at the moment. The reason was that Mr. Zhang and his family, who had gone to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year, came back.

The servants in the family who suddenly got the news were a little bit nervous.

"It's okay, nothing else is important. The ancient books and history you brought here must be carefully stored for me, and the study must be cleaned carefully. I will use it at night."

Zhang Taiyan, who was sixty-one years old at the time, was still in high spirits and dressed in a simple gown.

His stern face would reveal a smile when looking at his servants.

Mrs. Zhang next to her suddenly became a little unhappy and said.

"You usually live in Gusu to give lectures, but you don't care about the affairs of this house. The house is a hundred years old, so you can't repair it and tidy it up. You only think about your ancient books."

Zhang Taiyan didn't refute.

"That's right, that's right, Laifu, all these things are at your discretion, Madam, just have full authority to make arrangements."

With that said, he strode towards the study with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head helplessly.

"Go home, go home."

Zhang Nianyue seemed very happy when she returned home. She jumped out of the car and rushed into the house.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Zhang stopped her immediately.

Do you think that if I can’t control the old one, I can’t control the young one?

"Mom, aren't we going to see Dahuang and Xiaobai?"

Zhang Nianyue immediately said aggrievedly.

Dahuang and Xiaobai are the two big yellow dogs she keeps in her house. She doesn't know why the other one is called Xiaobai.

"You know Dahuang and Xiaobai, hurry up and hand in your Chinese homework. If something goes wrong, your situation in the future will be worse than Dahuang and Xiaobai!"

Mrs. Zhang glared at Zhang Nianyue and threatened with hatred.

"Oh~"

Without refuting, Zhang Nianyue walked into the house with her head lowered.

"You are spoiled after all!" Mrs. Zhang said helplessly after sighing.

Zhang Taiyan and his wife had a daughter in old age, so they naturally doted on this little girl, so that Zhang Nianyue, who is now seventeen years old, has developed an out-of-the-box temperament that is not afraid of anything.

Thinking that she would be treated well later, Mrs. Zhang entered the house.

In the evening, in the study.

"You picked out some good articles for me to read this time. It won't be a good idea to copy them."

Zhang Taiyan, who was with the old god, was sitting on the Taishi chair, holding an ancient book in his hand and looking at it, and glanced at Zhang Nianyue who was standing in front of him. Zhang Nianyue felt a little guilty, but on the surface, she still held her head high and waved the manuscript paper in her hand.

"Who are you looking down on? This time I asked a friend of mine for advice. He is a top student. This article will definitely make your jaw drop."

In order not to show off his flaws, Zhang Nianyue came up with the idea that it would be easier to convince others by using the excuse of asking for advice.

And she even felt that Bao Guowei's handwriting was a little too beautiful, so she copied it again.

If not, her father would guess it right away by looking at the handwriting.

"Don't let someone else ghostwrite the whole process."

"would not."

But just after taking a look at the article, Zhang Taiyan said something abruptly.

"Where's the original text?"

"Ah? What is the original text?"

Zhang Nianyue was a little overwhelmed and shouted in her heart, right? It was discovered so quickly.

But he still has to pretend to be innocent on his face.

"There is no original text."

Zhang Taiyan ignored his daughter's reaction, pushed up his rimless glasses, and looked to himself.

"My writing skills in vernacular are quite proficient."

After reading two paragraphs, he said with appreciation.

But as he looked at it, his brows furrowed tightly.

His eyes were unblinking, as if they were sucked into the paper.

"Dad? Are you okay?"

Zhang Nianyue still wanted to act, but found that her father was completely ignoring her.

"Sigh~"

After a long time, Zhang Taiyan took a breath of cold air, then patted his deputy hard and said.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Happy! Hurray! What a silent majority! What a nonsense about the bad roots of the Chinese people!"

He looked extremely excited and excited, and his eyes were shining.

Over the past few decades, Chinese studies have gradually declined.

Today's society's admiration for foreign learning and foreigners can be said to be pathological.

Zhang Taiyan felt sad every time he thought about it.

Angry that he would not fight, he founded the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies in Suzhou in order to "enhance academic knowledge and carry forward the country's glory."

And this article just hit his heart.

"Who is this kid? I want to meet him."

After a long time, Zhang Taiyan suddenly said to Zhang Nianyue.

"Ah? Who is it? This can't be done, dad." Zhang Nianyue suddenly panicked, feeling like her secret had been discovered, and her face turned red.

"Huh? Last time you asked me for an extra fifty yuan a month, I didn't agree to give it to you."

Zhang Taiyan picked up a cup of tea and tasted it carefully. He had a certain experience in dealing with this daughter.

"Old man, how could you!"

"Huh? How to talk?"

"Dad, what should I do if someone doesn't want to come?" Zhang Nianyue's voice became softer.

"If you don't want to come, I'll come to see you at home. No one can stop me, Zhang Taiyan, from what I want to do."

Zhang Taiyan said without hesitation, with determination in his eyes.

Unable to defeat him, Zhang Nianyue could only mutter in a low voice: "That's a good thing. If it weren't for the old man, you wouldn't have been arrested so many times."

"Okay, it's settled. Find a time to invite him to the house for a talk."

Guo Mansion.

Three figures gathered furtively in the study.

"Guo Chun, think about it again. I don't think this is reliable."

"Hmph, because of my father's reputation, the school snobs will definitely give an explanation. At least they won't make it easy for Bao Guowei."

Guo Chun waved the seal he just took out from the drawer and said.

"Gong Deming, please help me write a report letter. I will report all his disrespect for teachers and all the bad things he has done over the years. One letter will be sent to the Education Bureau and the other will be sent to the school."

"I'm afraid it won't be very effective."

"Don't worry, with my father's reputation, the Ministry of Education will definitely take it seriously."

he added.

"Then make something up for him. In short, it won't make things easier for him. When the time comes, you will publicize it everywhere and ruin Bao Guowei's reputation."

"Hey, didn't we meet Jin Zhilan at the entrance of that alley last time~"

Pang Xi suddenly became very happy.

"How about trying this?"

Guo Chun's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this, he patted Pang Xier's head and said.

"I didn't expect you to be a genius."

(End of this chapter)