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Chapter 225 A Disciple, Not a Wife (27)
But it was this method that stumped Ma Zhu: "If you want to enter a university, you need to take an exam, and the exam requires a degree."

However, An Zhu, who is self-taught, Sui Pian from later generations, happens to have no academic qualifications in this life.

So, the enjoyment of such a beautiful future was just so stupefied.

Sui Pian had no choice, but An Zhu still had an idea. Seeing that they were not talking about business, she took advantage of the silence and asked a question: "Has Mr. Big written any new articles?"

"Do you like to read my cousin's articles?" Zhang Shou has gained a reputation in the literary world over the years, especially last year's "A Ghost Story", which has a meager reputation. Going around the street for half a circle after reaching the gate, there are naturally many people who like his writing.

It's just that Zhang Shou's articles are usually published in newspapers of the first generation in Gyeonggi, so can they be read in Anzhu in Luzhen?
"Not only read, but she also copied every sentence and memorized every word. As long as every article written by your cousin is published in the newspaper, she will do everything possible to buy it back and take it back to read carefully." Lu Rui revealed Looking at her old friend, "She was enlightened just by looking at the boss's handwriting, that is her enlightenment teacher!"

Suipian covered her face.

This kind of embarrassing thing is definitely not done casually!

This is what Anju did!

"Oh, I'm really stupid. Isn't there a ready-made gentleman in front of you?" Ma Zhu tapped her forehead.

"Since my cousin can read my cousin's writing, why don't you write a letter yourself and ask him for advice?"

"Ah, me? Ask me?" An Zhu's face revealed a timid expression.

Sui Pian didn't know when she had quietly disappeared.

"Yes, I'm asking for advice." Ma Zhu nodded vigorously, "In the past, many people wrote letters to the form, and they all asked him for advice and discussions, and my cousin would answer them one by one. He is a good man, you I know it too."

"I, I'm different from them." Anju shrank, trembling, and resisted, "I never went to school!"

"What does this have to do with it?" Seeing that the fear on her face was overwhelming, Ma Zhu could only let her go, "Then, if you don't dare, let me give you an idea?"

"Ok?"

"You, you can change your name and try sending a letter from outside. Since he doesn't know that you wrote it, he will treat him equally, right? His aunt knows best about him. If others don't provoke him, he will definitely not For those who speak bad words, I think, even if you ask more plainly, as long as your heart is still good, he won't be angry."

The corner of Ma Zhu's mouth was smiling, and in Anzhu's eyes, he smiled like a seductive and depraved ghost.

But Anzhu was still moved.

She couldn't help but not be moved.

"I……"

"That's how it is. My cousin writes a letter to ask him for your advice. At best, it won't work. It's just that my cousin doesn't reply to your letter. What are you afraid of?"

Ma Zhu made a decision in a few words, still coaxing her, patting her chest to assure her.

"Don't worry, there are only you and my aunt here, no one will tell, and no one will make fun of you!"

No matter what the psychology is, Ma Zhu's idea is too tempting.An Zhu immediately picked up the pen and thought hard for two or three days, and finally wrote a letter that was very important. Even when Zhang Shou handed over the accounts of the inner house to An Zhu, she didn't have the time to sort them out, so she followed Pian while An Zhu was sleeping. It was only in the middle of the night that I managed it, and I hired a maid, surnamed Hu.

Wang Ma was brought here from Lu Town, and she only took care of the old lady, while Hu Ma had to be in charge of cleaning and cooking. The work could not be said to be idle, sometimes even An Zhu had to go up to help.

So in Ma Zhu's eyes, it was An Zhu who had been working day and night without sleep. While getting the house ready, he also wrote a letter and handed it to Ma Zhu nervously.

It was only at this time that Sui Pian really saw this letter that brought together An Zhu's painstaking efforts and anxiety. The content was nothing but an expression of love for the article and confusion in understanding. It is the most popular letter for the content of the article. .

But Anzhu's signature is, "a schoolboy who is taught".

This letter was entirely written by An Zhu, and Sui Pian never intervened once, so when Sui Pian saw it, she was stunned.

If she remembered correctly, Jing Song's first letter to Zhang Shou was signed with similar words.

This is a coincidence. In her previous life, Anzhu could not read at all, let alone what Jing Song and Zhang Shou wrote and said. Her understanding of Jing Song and Zhang Shou was probably not as good as those descendants who could study Zhang Shou's life.

But this real coincidence is so obvious and dazzling.

"Zhu Gu, why did you sign it like that?"

"Compared to Mr. Da, am I just a primary school student?" An Zhu bent his head into a question mark, and what he said was indeed so natural, but he was a little nervous, "Is there any problem with this signature?"

The more you pay attention, the more careful you are, and you don't want to let go of even a little problem.

An Zhu admired Zhang Shou, admired Zhang Shou, and said that women in ancient times regarded their husbands as heaven, but An Zhu really regarded Zhang Shou as her heaven.

Whether it is past life or present life.

"No." Ma Zhu curled the corner of her mouth.

It seemed that the letter was not so difficult at the beginning. Anzhu almost had a letter in a few days. If Zhang Shou published a new article, the letter would definitely arrive.Zhang Shou would put away the letters from these readers, and it didn't take long for this "primary school student" to accumulate a box full of letters, which surprised everyone who knew. Under Anzhu's silent appearance, there was such a So much to say.

Over time, even Zhang Jian's new wife, Wang Yunru, and even the frequent visitors at home knew that Zhang Shou had a fanatical admirer, who had been calling himself a "primary school student" for several years, but repeatedly uttered nonsense, and his words were sharp. In the same vein.

There is never a shortage of visitors in the Badaowan Residence. People who admire Zhang Shou's reputation and literary talent are as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river. But gradually, some elegant and beautiful figures appear among these visitors.

They were Zhang Shou's students at Beiping Women's Higher Normal School, and also Ma Zhu's juniors.

Most of them had short hair cut to the ears, and wore blue or blue or white blouses, black sarongs, and various cheongsams, but the styles seemed completely different from Anzhu's black silk skirts.

The relatively close-fitting style is not as curvy and enchanting as the Lucheng women wearing cheongsams in the newspapers and those female stars, but they are still a bit slim. In addition, they are all outstanding female students in the country, and they are both intellectual and rational. Without ability, don't have a fresh and intellectual temperament.

In autumn and winter, they will wear a sweater, red, yellow and blue, all bright colors.In summer, it will also be short-sleeved, revealing a white arm——

From An Zhu's point of view, this is absolutely unacceptable!

Zhang Shou will be happy for their visit, and will have a long talk with them and entertain them for food and clothing.

(End of this chapter)