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Wen Dou, Luo Yun VS Peking University Professor

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    The sudden change caused heated discussions on the scene.

    Being called a fool by Xu Wenliang, book fans are very unhappy.

    Lin Xiyan raised her brows, "Oh? That top student from Beijing University yesterday came to slap her face again? Hee hee, there's a good show to watch!"

    "security guard!"

    "Get rid of these three troublemakers!"

    The general ordered angrily.

    The editor-in-chief Tianya waved his hand:

    "etc!"

    "Excuse me, are you Zhou Shuli from the Chinese Department of Peking University, Professor Zhou?"

    Tianya walked up to Zhou Shuli and asked tentatively.

    Zhou Shuli glanced at him sideways, "You know me?"

    "Oh, Professor Zhou, it's really you!"

    "What a coincidence, you are here too!"

    Tianya quickly stretched out his hand, with a smile on his face, "I handed you my business card at the Yuzhou Pan-Entertainment Cultural Conference last year, did you forget? Oh, we are the largest original novel website in China"

    "Save it."

    Zhao Xiaoya snorted coquettishly, "Every cultural activity, I don't know how many people hand over business cards to our professor. How can the professor remember so many people?"

    "That is, our professor doesn't even care about the boss of the film and television group, just a novel website"

    Behind Zhao Xiaoya, came seven or eight members of the Poetry Club of the Chinese Department of Beijing University, each of whom pretended to be noble and savage, and vowed to draw a clear line from the popular customs.

    "Yes, yes."

    "hehe."

    Tian Ya smiled all over his face, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

    Soon, there was an exclamation from the book fan team:

    "Professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University?"

    "Zhou Shuli? I have read his poems!"

    "The "Grass" in the elementary school text seems to be written by him."

    "The junior high school text "Soil" is also his work."

    "There is also the high school text "Steaming Horse". My God, Professor Zhou is a truly learned person"

    Hear the surrounding voices.

    Luo Yun was suddenly annoyed.

    Professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University, is it awesome?

    If you dare to come to my book signing to make trouble, if you don¡¯t slap your face, I won¡¯t call you Ning Xiaoyao, sir!

    "It's me, what advice does the professor have?"

    Luo Yun pulled Matcha behind him and looked directly at Zhou Shuli.

    "Poetry, well written."

    Zhou Shuli raised his chin slightly, and said in a clear tone, "Your talent should not be wasted on online literature, you should delve into traditional literature, or become a poet"

    "What I write seems to be none of your business!"

    Luo Yun said immediately.

    Zhou Shuli frowned, "What did you say?"

    "Boy, keep your mouth clean!"

    Zhao Xiaoya was very angry, "Our professor is a tenured professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University. Is your social status comparable to yours? You only earn that little money"

    "It's you who have unclean mouths, right?"

    "Send off!"

    Luo Yun didn't bother to pay attention to these self-proclaimed guys.

    "Xiaoyao, your attitude is not good"

    Tian Ya pulled Luo Yun aside, and lowered his voice nervously, "He is a professor of Peking University, well-known in the literary circle, so you can be reprimanded by him, it's fine. At worst, I'll spend money to buy some sailors later.  , help you scold back on Weibo."

    "Except for my own parents, no one is qualified to reprimand me!"

    Luo Yun yelled loudly, and then sat back in his seat.

    "well said!"

    "So what about Yenching University professors, the students they teach are so rude!"

    "That's right, let's go."

    "You are not welcome here."

    The fans all cheered for Luo Yun, and didn't like these uninvited guests at all.

    "Youyou"

    "A bunch of ignorant people!"

    "Our professor is for his own good!"

    Zhao Xiaoya, Xu Wenliang and other members of the Beijing University Poetry Club were all furious.

    Zhou Shuli was also angry.

    Such a young man wrote an online novel, so crazy?  Don't even pay attention to him?

    If you don't teach him a lesson today, I'm afraid he will be imprisoned in the future.

    "Professor Zhou, I'm sorry, don't talk to young people.General knowledge"

    Editor-in-Chief Tian Ya stepped forward, trying to smooth things over.

    Unexpectedly, Zhou Shuli suddenly shouted two words:

    "Sad!!"

    Ga?

    Tianya was taken aback, what the hell?

    Luo Yun frowned.

    "The professor is going to compose a poem on the spot!"

    "Great, the professor made a move."

    "He slapped him in the face to let him know what it means to be tall and strong, and what it means to be educated!"

    Zhao Xiaoya, Xu Wenliang and other students were pleasantly surprised and looking forward to it.

    Zhou Shuli paused, adjusted his mood slightly, and continued to read:

    "Is it my sorrow or your sorrow

    Can a popular work be so applauded?  "

    As soon as the first two sentences came out, the scene was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

    Zhou Shuli bluntly said that the immortals and demons are sad and vulgar.

    "Did you really think of poetry?"

    Luo Yun raised his eyebrows, and directly took out the Stealing Heaven Talisman from the ring.

    The Stealing Heaven Talisman is ten times more effective than the Stealing Poetry Talisman, and can steal twenty poems.

    Compose poetry?  Slap me in the face?

    Ok, let's see who hits whose face today!

    "Luo Yun, will you fight back?"

    Lin Xiyan leaned against the poster, hugged her slender arms, and looked at Luo Yun with a smile.

    The matcha girl didn't know that Luo Yun could compose poems, she was worried and clenched her fists, thinking that Ning Xiaoyao would be slapped in the face today

    In this poem, Zhou Shuli was full of emotion and read it slowly.

    Because it was improvised on the spot.

    "I really want to ignore everything and take care of myself

    But you always appear in my field of vision

    Since, we all have our own way to go

    Well then, please continue to mourn like this

    Regardless of the present, nor the future.  "

    Say it.

    There was silence all around.

    The editors of Datang Company, the book fans at the scene, as well as the security guards and the venue personnel were all stunned.

    "This poem is called sorrow!"

    "I did it impromptu to express my emotions at the moment!"

    Zhou Shuli clasped his hands lightly, with a look of arrogance on his brows, "What I want to say is in the poem, Xiaoya, Wenliang, since they don't welcome us, let's go."

    After speaking, he turned and left.

    But at the scene, who can't understand?

    The poem is not complicated.

    It is the professor of Peking University who looks down on your spicy chicken online novel, and directly says that you are the tragedy of society!  The tragedy of literature!

    Let me remind you, but if you don't listen, then you can continue to mourn like this, each going his own way.

    "As expected of a professor, the poems are well written!"

    "Hey, Ning Xiaoyao is an Internet writer after all, how can he be compared to a professor."

    "Slapped in the face, slapped in the face."

    "There was a loud bang."

    The fans talked a lot.

    There are even quite a few, who showed shame at the scene and planned to slip away quietly.

    "Xiaoyao, it's just a poem, don't take it to heart"

    Matcha came to comfort Luo Yun.

    Luo Yun suddenly spoke, his voice was an octave higher than that of Zhou Shuli:

    "You see, or you don't see."

    "I'm right there."

    "Not sad, not happy."

    "You read, or you don't read,"

    "The book is right there."

    "No coming, no going."

    Ga!  ?

    The editor-in-chief Tian Ya was dumbfounded, and looked at Luo Yun with a stiff face.

    What's the matter?

    The two are still fighting poetry?

    A writer of web articles, fighting poetry with a professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University?  Isn't this lighting a lantern in the toilet - looking for death?

    But just these few words, don¡¯t say it, it¡¯s quite that flavor!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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