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It was a sunny day on Saturday.

The temperature is not yet hot in April, and the blowing wind carries the unique softness of spring. This is a rare tender moment in Peiping. Under the bright and soft spring light, even the dirty beggars in ragged clothes on the roadside have a sense of laziness.

He Jingwen didn't sleep well all night, and climbed out of bed almost at dawn. When she stood at the school gate, the sun had just crossed the horizon.

She planned to go to the activity room first to take a look at the layout of the venue, and then she and several core members of the literary club would greet Mr. Night Watchman at the school gate.

This process, which had been rehearsed thousands of times in her mind, was stuck at the first step - she was blocked in the corridor in front of the literary club activity room. There was a sea of ​​people in front of her. She took a cursory glance and saw the clothes in her clothes. Students in uniforms of Yenching University, Tsinghua University and Sino-French University!

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Yenching University and Sino-French University are just that. Why do students from Tsinghua University come to their clubs?

Then she heard a piece of news from Vice President Wang Bowen that made her particularly shocked and speechless - these people were all here to attend the lecture!

Who was the quick talker who leaked the news? !

He Jingwen's original plan was to hold a small lecture in the activity room so that members could communicate face-to-face with the night watchmen. So many people suddenly came here, how could they fit in the activity room? But people are here, and they can't drive them away.

So after struggling for a while, He Jingwen sighed, "It seems we can only hold lectures in another place." She said to Vice President Wang Bowen: "Contact someone from the student union to see if you can borrow the school's auditorium. "

Before Wang Bowen could squeeze out of the corridor, several people from the student union squeezed out of the crowd. The leader was the president of the student union, a junior from the history department.

The president said to her with a smile: "Sister, you see there are so many people here, your activity room will definitely not be able to accommodate them. It happens that the auditorium of our school is still empty, so we might as well ask Mr. Night Watchman to give a lecture in the auditorium. What do you think, schoolgirl?”

He Jingwen:...Damn, I've been tricked!

So the private lecture of their literary club inexplicably turned into a public lecture held in the auditorium. The audience came from major universities in Peiping. I don’t know, but I thought it was a large-scale network between major universities in private!

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After deciding on the location of the lecture, He Jingwen looked at her watch and saw that it was already a quarter past eight! She and her husband made an appointment to meet at the school gate at nine o'clock

She quickly grabbed the vice president Wang Bowen and ran towards the school gate.

Time passed little by little while waiting anxiously. The rickshaw came again and again, and the tram came several times. Every time she looked expectantly at the people getting off the bus, but every time she was disappointed.

She had never seen the night watchman, but somehow she knew that he was not among the people who got off the bus.

What should the Night Watch look like?

Although she thought about it many times in her mind, she still couldn't explain it.

But she just felt inexplicably that if the night watchman showed up, she would definitely recognize him.

When the sun had already risen above the treetops, another tram stopped at the school gate. In the turbulent crowd of people getting off the bus, a young man wearing a light gray tunic suit caught her eye out of nowhere.

Even with He Jingwen's critical eyes, this young man's appearance is particularly outstanding. The young man has fair skin, straight eyes, a thin nose, and thin lips. His eyes are pure and warm, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. He looks elegant, handsome, and gentle. He has the typical appearance of a scholar from the Qing Dynasty with a strong bookishness.

He stood very straight and walked towards her at a leisurely pace. The light gray tunic suit on his body gave him a bit of dignity and solemnity, making people dare not think of teasing.

It's him!

This is the night watchman!

He Jingwen ran up excitedly and asked with determination, "Are you Mr. Night Watchman?"

The young man smiled and nodded, and replied warmly: "I am, are you He Jingwen, the president of the literary club?"

He Jingwen nodded excitedly and introduced the vice president to Le Jing: "This is Wang Bowen, the vice president of our literary club."

Wang Bowen's face turned red. He bowed deeply to Le Jing, his voice trembling slightly: "Hello, sir!"

Le Jing was startled by this gift and quickly helped him up, "We are all about the same age, so we should be friends as equals. There is no need to be so formal."

"This is not possible." Wang Bowen retorted seriously: "A master is a teacher. Although you are young, your knowledge is enough to be our teacher! Of course we must practice discipleship in front of you!"

Le Jing did not expect that Wang Bowen was as pedantic as an old scholar at such a young age. But seeing that He Jingwen, the president, looked deeply convinced, he dropped the matter and didn't mention it.

On the way, He Jingwen was quite embarrassed to tell Le Jing about the change of location of the lecture.

Le Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard that the location was in the school auditorium. When He Jingwen told him that the audience was an auditorium, Le Jing's smile was already a little forced. When He Jingwen told him that the audience were college students from various universities in Peking, Le Jing no longer knew what expression to make.

To be honest, the reason why Le Jing agreed to this lecture was because He Jingwen said in the letter that this was just a small exchange meeting within the literary society, so he came over. But I didn't expect that it would now turn into a big speech in the auditorium.

He Jingwen was also embarrassed, and she also resented those people who came uninvited: "Sir, just say what you want to say. If someone asks boring questions, just ignore them."

"I understand."

Le Jing sighed inwardly.

Although it was not his intention to give a speech in the auditorium, he would not be afraid when he stood in the center of the auditorium and received countless looks.

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Fu Kemao sat nervously in the front row of the auditorium, staring closely at the empty podium. He knew that it wouldn't be long before such an amazing genius would step onto the stage.

Several whispers floated behind him.

"Oh, what a big arrogance, making so many of us wait for him!"

"The fact that the Night Watchman can write such crazy words as "The Way of the Beast" is enough to show his arrogant character. It's not surprising at all that he has such a great style."

"Humph! He's just a yellow-haired kid who doesn't know the heights of the world! Wait and see how I refute him so hard that he becomes speechless."

"Yes! Brother Kong Fang will give him some color later..."

Fu Kemao's brows were twisted into knots. He couldn't listen anymore. He turned around and interrupted the topic in a cold voice: "Dare I ask you two brothers, is there anything wrong with what the Night Watchman wrote in "The Way of the Animals"?! I'm afraid it's not a gentleman to criticize others behind their backs. That’s why?”

The two stopped communicating in surprise, and a boy with a crew cut wearing a Sino-French University uniform smiled contemptuously, "From what you said, you are also a lackey under the Night Watch?"

Another boy, also wearing a Sino-French University uniform, also sneered: "A gentleman should not listen to indecent remarks. You eavesdropping on our conversation like this, you are not a gentleman, are you?"

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Second Young Master Fu laughed in anger. Before he lost his temper, these two started to insult him! It’s really unbearable!

Fu Kemao squinted his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "Ah, after all, you are just jealous of Mr. Night Watchman! Mr. can write such an excellent work before he is even a weakling. Can you two? People today only know about Night Watchman but not you. You two, you two nobodies are worthy of criticizing me!"

At that moment, the two boys were blushing at him. They wanted to retort but couldn't find the right words for the moment. At this moment, a girl walked to the center of the stage and said loudly: "Today, our Peking University Literary Society invited the author of "The Way of Animals", Mr. Night Watchman, to give us a lecture. Everyone welcomes him with applause!"

Amidst a burst of thunderous applause, a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit slowly walked up to the center of the stage. He bowed lightly in the face of the roaring applause, then smiled and waited for the applause to subside before speaking: "Hello everyone, I am the night watchman."

The applause that had just subsided once again had the tendency to overturn the entire auditorium.

Le Jing stretched out his hand and pressed it down. After receiving his hint, the applause in the auditorium slowly subsided.

Le Jing's eyes slowly scanned the faces with different expressions in the audience, feeling a little emotional.

"I originally thought that this time I was just participating in an exchange meeting within the Peking University Literary Society, but I didn't expect that in the end I would be on such a big stage. The audience was students from various universities in Peiping. To be honest, in my eyes now, you It’s just radish and cabbage, so I won’t be so nervous that I forget my words.”

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately burst into laughter.

The host quickly took advantage of the lively atmosphere and interjected into the topic, "I didn't expect Mr. Night Watchman to have stage fright. I thought he was fearless!"

Le Jing smiled and said: "I am a human being, and as long as I am a human being, I will be afraid of things, so why do you have such an impression on me?"

"It's not because of Mr.'s articles, especially "The Way of Animals". Reading this article made my scalp numb and I broke out in cold sweats. Isn't it true that the gentleman who can write such a terrible article is not afraid of anything?"

Le Jing understood that this was directly introducing the topic to his works.

He took the topic knowingly and was about to explain his creative ideas in detail when he heard a strange voice coming from below: "In my opinion, this is just sensationalism! I show my originality by deliberately going against everyone else!" "

Le Jing was startled, then smiled good-naturedly and said, "Which classmate is talking?"

Under Fu Kemao's angry gaze, "Brother Kong Fang" behind him stood up with his head held high.

"From what this classmate said, it seems that he doesn't agree with my article?"

"That's right!" The boy with a flat head raised his head and said, "Your article is just some fallacies, and anyone who agrees with it has a brain problem!"

Le Jing then smiled and said, "Excuse me, what do you think of my articles are "fallacious theories"?"

The boy with a flat head said resolutely: "Everyone!" He glared at Le Jing: "Our country is governed by filial piety, and parents work hard to raise their children. Children should be filial to their parents, but your article teaches children to hate their parents! Such fallacies and heresies will only teach bad things. People! Shake the foundation of our country!”

Le Jing then smiled and said: "Everything you said is based on parents working hard to raise their children. What if parents didn't work hard to raise their children? Then is it possible for children to be filial to their parents?"

"A mother suffered ten months of pregnancy before she gave birth to a child. The life of the child is given by the parents. In the future, the parents will also provide food, clothing and life for the child. Isn't the time and energy spent in this process a lot of hard work?"

"I know a girl whose father wanted to drown her right after she was born. Although the fortune teller saved her, she was raised in a pig pen by her family. She slept and lived with the pigs, and she grew up eating pig food. When I was young, I had to do housework for the whole family. Her parents would beat her and scold her if she didn't get it right." Le Jing paused and asked the boy with a crew cut with a smile, "Do you think this can be called hard work for girls? Are you filial to such parents?"

The boy with the crew cut was stunned for a few seconds and sneered: "You are making this all up! How can parents treat their children so poorly?? I have never heard of such a sensational thing!"

Le Jing laughed and said: "What an arrogant statement. As long as you haven't heard of something, does it not exist? If you haven't heard of my sister, does my sister not exist? You If you haven’t heard of British history, then Britain has no history? Have you never heard that the earth is round, so the earth is square?”

The boy with a crew cut was stunned by the young man's questioning. He held back his words and said: "Of course I have heard about the history of Britain, and I also know that the earth is round. These are common sense! Just like parents who love their children , it is common sense for children to be filial to their parents!”

"Before Copernicus, many people also believed that it was common sense that the sun revolves around the earth." Le Jing said with a smile: "Before Galileo, many people also believed that it was common sense that heavy objects hit the ground first. What you call common sense is always right. ”

The boy with the crew cut was speechless for a moment.

Le Jing continued: "The common sense you talk about is just what you think is common sense, and it does not represent the majority. Is it possible that as long as you think common sense is 'the sun rises in the west,' the sun will rise in the west?"

The boy with the crew cut turned red in the face and said harshly: "You are just using strong words to make excuses!"

Le Jing smiled and said, "You are just the world."

I don't know who clapped first, "Well said!" The applause soon spread in the auditorium.

"Another person who reads stupidly."

"Can such a narrow-minded person go to university?"

The boy's cheeks turned red with anger at such a blatant ridicule, and he angrily threw up his sleeves and left: "Summer insects can't talk about ice, and people who are different will not work together!"

Someone shouted: "Look! The frog is climbing into the well again!" This sentence immediately caused a burst of laughter.

After the boys left, Le Jing's speech continued smoothly. Probably because it was the boys with flat heads who were "first in line", so no one dared to jump out and argue.

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Le Jing finished his speech and was surrounded by a group of students as soon as he came off the stage.

"Sir, could you please sign my copy of "Memoirs of a Courtesan"?

"And me, and me! Please sign for me!"

Le Jing smiled good-naturedly and said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you should line up and come in order, don't be crowded..."

During the push, Le Jing tripped over someone and subconsciously fell forward. Almost at the same time, there was a loud "bang" and something hot quickly brushed against his ribs.

In a flash of lightning, Le Jing suddenly realized what this was!

It's a bullet!

Someone wants to shoot him!

His body has never reacted so quickly!

He rolled and crawled away from the surging crowd and hid behind the seats in the first row, gasping for air.

He knew the killer was hiding not far away and watching him.