I’m Really a Superstar

In the Chinese department, the teachers should all get off work.

Many of them have not left today, and they have arrived at 8 o'clock in the evening. One of them is that some teachers want to listen to the last lesson of Zhang Wei, and Zhang Wei’s storytelling has also caught the interest of many teachers and colleagues. Really addictive. Secondly, I also know that there will be an announcement of the rankings of colleges and universities this evening, so I have stayed and waited. Now the results are unexpectedly good, and everyone should go home.

"gone."

"I am going to Lishui Bridge, who is on the way?"

"You go back to your mother? Then I take your car, together."

Several Chinese teachers came home and went out.

Su Na walked past Zhang Wei and smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, great."

Zhang Xiao smiled and waved his hand and said: "Whatever I am, it is everyone's credit. I am teaching this time, and I am following the light of everyone."

A male lecturer said: "Mr. Zhang, don't be humble."

A woman teacher said: "Your contribution is in everyone's eyes. It's hard for you these days."

Professor Zeng also patted Zhang Wei’s shoulder: "If you didn't come to the rescue field to take over this elective course, the result is really bad. You have made our Peking University Chinese department proud."

Yan Jiantao can't listen, "Don't say this, this time I can get back to the first is the collective merit of all people. It is also the foundation of our Chinese department. We will improve the quality of teaching and improve the depth of the course. Yes, how can you return to one person? What do other teachers think?"

Originally, everyone didn't think much about it. Yan Jiantao said this. Instead, he led everyone to think about it. Some people looked at Zhang Wei and some people didn't care.

Su Na heart said what do you mean? However, Professor Yan is the oldest professor in the department, and she is not good at what to say.

Professor Zeng asked him to look at him. "Professor Yan, how do you listen to this..."

Chang Kaige hit the round field: "Okay, everyone is going home, not too early, huh, huh, there are exam arrangements and various activities tomorrow, go back to rest early."

The script was inserted in a sentence. "On the phone, Xiao Zhang, on the phone of President Wu, let you go."

Zhang Weidao: "Well, I will go right away."

Yan Jiantao did not say much, took the bag and left.

Two lecturers and professors familiar with him also left with Yan Jiantao.

Zhang Wei glanced at Yan Jiantao's back and was not very happy. Regardless of whether this matter was his own merits, Zhang Wei did not rob, and would not recognize it. He did not recognize it. The buddies have always said that they are collective contributions. However, it has been pushed out, what does it mean? This won't work? You have to step on me? What is the meaning of provocation? I have a new lecturer who has a little bit of limelight. You can’t see it, but you have to crowd out with other colleagues. What kind of human nature are you the authoritative professor of education?

When I first came to Peking University, it was okay. Zhang Wei didn't care much about this because he really didn't be a lecturer. He didn't have any qualifications, and he was no wonder that everyone questioned it. However, under his efforts, the course progressed very well and he made it. The results proved that his teaching level, students or colleagues, have changed his attitude and impression on him, and recognized him, but what? Even then, Yan Jiantao still looks for my nephew? When I have no results, you said that I can't do anything. When I have a grade, do you start to take the qualifications?

How can I not do it?

Then what do you want to do?

You are a professor. You have a long-term qualification. Then you can look at the people who are not pleasing to the eye.

There are a few teachers who have been really provoked. They may also be good lecturers with Professor Yan. Seeing that Yan Jiantao is so uncomfortable with Zhang Jian, they have also subconsciously adjusted their attitude towards Zhang Wei. This attitude is not hanging on the face. On, just in my heart may have alienated Zhang Wei. Professor Yan is the oldest professor in the Chinese Department and even in Peking University. He is also the most authoritative figure in the domestic professional field. He does not say Chang Kaige, that is, the leaders of Peking University are respectful of him. Zhang Wei and Yan Jiantao Compared, it does not count anything.

"Mr. Zhang." Su Na whispered: "Don't care, Professor Yan often loves to lean and sell old, we are used to it, don't go to the heart."

Zhang Xiao smiled, "Nothing." My heart is not okay.

Professor Zeng said: "Xiao Zhang, go home together?"

"The next time, Professor Zeng, President Wu asked me." Zhang Yidao.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, then I am gone." Professor Zeng has withdrawn, too many people, and he is not good to say anything to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei also went downstairs and went to the office building of President Wu. It was just a glimpse of Yan Jiantao and an old professor who had been on the road and drove off. A good day, I was very happy, but let Yan Jiantao To give up, Zhang Xin said in his heart: This time, forget it, you don’t want to toss, I’m anxious, I’m who you are.

Another building.

Office of President Wu.

Hey, Zhang Hao gently knocked on the door, "Mr. Wu."

"Come in, the door is not locked." The sound is a little small, some far.

When I opened the door, I still didn't see anyone. The outside office was empty, and then I heard the sound coming from the study room with the door inside. "This side."

The office is a suite, and the deputy principal is definitely better than others.

Zhang Yujin went inside, and he saw Wu Zeqing’s gentle and long skirt. He was standing behind a long desk and writing with a brush. The desk was filled with four treasures of the room, and the house was filled with a touch of ink. Some of the mature women of Wu Zeqing's scent are mixed together, which is quite good. This is not too arrogant. I was also in a bad mood by Yan Jiantao in the last minute. After seeing the beauty in the next minute, Zhang Hao’s mood was immediately fine. The ancients said it well, familiar...Ladies, gentlemen So good.

A plain color.

A look of dignity.

One person is like a cloud.

This picture is really beautiful and unspeakable.

"What are you?"

"Wait a minute."

"Ai."

"……All right."

One of her words was written.

Wu Zeqing put aside his brush and smiled: "It’s just right, help me to see which of these words is better." There are three words next to it, which she also took out. "Tomorrow afternoon, the Peking University Auditorium will hold a national The Spring Festival Gala for primary and middle school students, the principal has recently been physically ill, and his body is not so comfortable. The work of the inscription falls on me. You are one of the few Chinese language departments who have made achievements and achievements in the field of literature, so I am looking for you. Let’s take a look at it. When we look at the words, we will look at the meanings. If we do, we will set them down."

No wonder these open-minded classes in Zhangye have not been approved by the big auditorium of Peking University. I heard that there was an activity before the year. It turned out to be this. This big party had rehearsals in addition to the layout of the venue. Obviously there is no extra time. Leave it to Zhang Wei for lectures.

Zhang Wei was stunned: "President Wu, other teachers and professors are much better than me. I have limited level, but I dare not look at you."

Wu Zeqing sat down with a smile, saying: "Other teachers have more teaching experience than you, but when it comes to poetry and essays, how many of them are comparable to you? Professor Yan is a good player in this area, and his level is very high. However, Professor Yan is older, this time is a party for primary and secondary schools, so I still believe in your opinion in this regard. After all, you are also a young man, don’t quit, huh, look."

Zhang Wei didn't dare to ask for it. "I can't really understand it in front of you, then I will take a look." Then he looked at the words.

This look, he is stunned.

This word is simply too sad.

This can't be said to be a good word, but a top calligraphy.

Zhang Wei is a bit dumbfounded. He has never seen Wu Zeqing’s calligraphy. It’s just that some people mentioned a few ears. He said that although Wu Zeqing was an administrative origin of the Ministry of Education, he used to be engaged in academic and frontline education, but his cultural background was very high— - Zhang Wei thought it was the tout of everyone, thinking it was the scene, but now it is known that those touts may not be enough, this word can already be said to be art.

Zhang Wei also ate a few calligraphy skills experience books. In the eyes of ordinary people, the words he wrote are OK, but only he knows that he is far from being able to reach the skillful field. Outside the pedestrians, the real insider is not afraid to control his own words called calligraphy, it is inevitable that people can make jokes, but the word Wu is not only skillful, but also has his own style and artistry, what is the Song style? The scorpion is a cursive, Wu Zeqing is not, the font style is a bit like a book, but it is not the same. Many strokes are treated with the cursive shadow. It is obviously a self-contained one. This is the true master of calligraphy.

The real art of calligraphy, Zhang Wei is not too understanding, he just can see a lot of fun to know some. As for the artistic quality of Wu Zeqing's calligraphy, it is not the scope that Zhang can infer to understand, which is beyond his field of calligraphy. The level of appreciation.

As for the content, it is all about "passing the classics", "blooming youth" and the like, and there is a word that is a famous saying, but it is nothing unusual.

He exclaimed: "You really have nothing to say, no matter what you write, you can keep the table. I can see all these words. It doesn't matter which one to mention."

Wu Zeqing looked at him gently. "Which one can do it? That is not what is appropriate."

Zhang Yiyi sweat, my heart said how do you understand this? Road: "No, it's too good, it's hard to pick."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "Don't talk about calligraphy. I always feel that something is worse. If you are, what words would you mention?"

Zhang Yiqian said: "I am sure that I did not write well."

Wu Zeqing ignored his words, "Say a few, about youth."

At first glance, Zhang Wei had no choice but to say: "Adolescent age is a time to cultivate habits, hopes and beliefs?" - This is what his world, Ruskin said.

Wu Zeqing smiled softly. "Is there still?"

“Can't this be?” Zhang said: “What do you plant when you are young, what do you gain when you are old?” – This is what Ibsen said on his planet.

"Is there?" Wu Zeqing asked.

Zhang Wei said again: "Young people are for the memories of the future, carefully referring to your current picture?" - This is Bing Xin said.

"And?" Wu Zeqing asked again.

Zhang Yidao: "Young people can first turn China into a voiced China: speak boldly, bravely, forget all the interests, and push the ancients to publish their true words?" - This is what Lu Xun said. .

Wu Zeqing: "..."

Then Zhang said: "Is this not working?"

Wu Zeqing glared at him: "You don't understand this? You get every sentence, it's better than the sentence I just wrote. If you don't understand it, others will become illiterate, huh, it seems to be looking for you." I really got the right thing." After thinking about it, Wu Zeqing still picked up the statement of Lu Xun from the world in Zhang Wei. There was no delay. It might be that the inspiration came. Feeding the ink, Wu’s headmaster put a piece of rice paper and wrote it.

Half a minute.

a word is completed

Wu Zeqing showed a smile and nodded.

Zhang Hao appreciated on the sidelines. "You are really beautiful."

"Just use your sentence, and set it." Wu Zeqing seems to be very satisfied, put this word waiting to dry and close it.

Zhang Yiba’s eyes, “Mr. Wu, are you not able to use some of the other words you have written? Then I ask for a piece of ink?”

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "Yes, you can pick it."

"Get it right." Zhang Wei was not polite, picked one of the rolls and put it away.

Zhang Yi is really like her calligraphy. Secondly, the leaders of the family have written so many words. After so much for a long time, if you don’t ask the leaders for the ink, are you so embarrassed? So you see, Zhang Wei is not going to do this, mainly because he is a person.