Xueba, I beg you to go and escort him quickly!

Suddenly, Xu Heng was almost frightened.

Qian Yuejiang seemed like a lifetime away.

"Old money! I'm right!"

"What else can you say? Hey! Old Qian, don't pretend to be dead! I'm asking you something!"

Qian Yuejiang suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes widened, "Yes! Yes, yes yes yes! I was careless!"

"Student Xu Heng, welcome to join the revision team!"

Qian Yuejiang stood up and stretched out his hand.

This time, he was very pious and correct.

Xu Heng stood up and shook hands with Academician Qian again.

He remained calm.

Gives a sense of tranquility.

Wu Liubai, "Old Qian, what do you mean...?"

Qian Yuejiang, "With his level, do we need to review it again?"

"Even if it is an audit, it is meaningless!"

"Instead of wasting time, it's better to be pragmatic and revise the ancient poems and essays across the country!"

Academician Qian has the absolute right to speak.

"Xu Heng, I have a few poems here, which are candidates for the opening poems of this revision meeting. Do you have any comments?"

Academician Qian took out a piece of paper with several ancient poems on it.

Xu Heng glanced at it, and immediately chose "This song "Spring Day"."

Wu Liubai said, "Shengri finds the shore of Fangsi River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. When you know the east wind in your leisure time, it will always be spring with all kinds of purple and red."

"Good! This poem is good!"

Qian Yuejiang laughed, from the bottom of his heart, "It coincides with my thoughts!"

"Old Wu! You are truly ashamed! You have found the youngest master of Chinese studies in history!"

Wu Liubai didn't deny it, but laughed.

Zhao Gensheng smiled and muttered, "Teacher has always kept a low profile, but he is very rude to you."

Wu Liubai interjected, "I'm just seeking truth from facts."

Xu Heng, "You guys are exaggerating."

All along, Xu Heng gave people the feeling of indifference.

Good or bad.

No matter how high the honor is for him, it can't surprise any waves.

At the age of 17, I have such a state of mind.

In fact, it has not been seen in hundreds of years.

Qian Yuejiang looked at Wu Liubai, "Old Wu, what were you doing when you were a teenager?"

"Can you have Xu Heng's mood?"

Wu Liu rolled his eyes, "Are you deliberately exposing me! It's too much!"

Qian Yuejiang leaned into Xu Heng's ear and chatted privately, "Let me tell you, when Lao Wu was young, he liked a girl, and he liked her very much. He called her by her name in his dreams, but he didn't save face, and he liked thinking too much about others... In the end, it didn't work out! Hey... this has always been his regret."

Wu Liubai anxiously said, "Hey! Old Qian, it's agreed not to mention it! You are too much! How do you think you are better than me when you are a teenager? You are not the same, you just show off if you have some grades!"

"Who is in such a state of mind as Xu Heng!"

Qian Yuejiang, "I admit it, I didn't!"

Began to be shameless, "It's you, who has been brooding... After all, the one you miss, this time, also comes..."

"what!"

Wu Liubai panicked instantly, "Is Meng Qingyin coming too?"

Qian Yuejiang nodded.

clap la la...

Wu Liubai's memory was pulled back decades ago in an instant.

Xu Heng saw it clearly, the old man was in tears.

Taking two steps back, he came to Zhao Gensheng and asked in a low voice, "Professor Wu and that Ms. Meng Qingyin, what's going on?"

Zhao Gensheng also frowned, "This is complicated, why, do you want to gossip?"

Xu Heng waved his hand, "Helping Professor Wu match is one of the best things in the world."

Zhao Gensheng's eyes lit up.

On the contrary, Wu Liubai was a little twitchy, "No, no, no! No way! Don't mess around!"

Qian Yuejiang said, "You old boy is so cautious! Everyone has returned to China, so you should give it a try!"

Wu Liubai insisted, "Don't make trouble! Don't make trouble! I'm almost in the coffin, what are I thinking!"

Put it down for now.

Qian Yuejiang shook hands with Xu Heng again before leaving.

"It is an honor for all of us to have you join this revision!"

"It's you, let us old men and old ladies who are already twilight see why the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach!"

"Just come with Professor Wu tomorrow morning."

"I'll go back and take care of everything first, don't worry!"

Before leaving, Qian Yuejiang sighed, "It's all over, counting the romantic people, let's look at the present!"

He is looking forward to Xu Heng's performance tomorrow.

Wu Liubai looked at Xu Heng, and he spoke earnestly.

"Xu Heng, tomorrow is the time for you to really show off."

"Have a good night's rest!"

"If you're hungry, contact Gensheng, and you guys go have supper."

night.

Zhao Gensheng took Xu Heng to eat supper.

At the table.

Zhao Gensheng, "Are you drinking?"

Xu Heng shook his head.

"Then I'll go get a cold drink."

On the table, barbecue, crayfish, not to mention how cozy it is.

Zhao Gensheng, "Suddenly I envy Yao Ruiyi, who is your homeroom teacher."

"I don't know what else I can do after I take the postgraduate entrance examination."

"It's her, on the contrary, with a student like you, this life is worth it!"

Xu Heng smiled, "Everyone has his own ambition."

Zhao Gensheng, "Phew, here's a toast."

A Coke, a Sprite, clink glasses.

"It's almost 12 o'clock now! Tomorrow morning, the hotel will have breakfast, but it's relatively early. I hope you can get up."

Xu Heng, "I usually sleep a lot when I have nothing to do. At critical moments, I don't lose the chain."

When he went back, Wu Liubai had already rested.

Zhao Gensheng and Xu Heng washed carefully.

A night without dreams.

Xu Heng got up early and looked out the window.

The Forbidden City is within easy reach.

Zhao Gensheng, "If you're free, call me, I'll be your driver."

Xu Heng smiled.

Have a good breakfast and head to Peking University together.

Xu Heng is still a little curious about the school that thousands of students dream about.

"It is said that the gate of Peking University is difficult to enter?"

"Yes! But we have a pass, don't be afraid."

Driving, went straight to Peking University.

Xu Heng opened the window, feeling new things.

"Is this the university..."

Wu Liubai asked, "Xu Heng, which school do you plan to go to in the future?"

Xu Heng shook his head, "I didn't think about it."

"Don't worry, pick slowly."

Arrive at the ancient poetry revision venue.

Xu Heng and Wu Liubai got out of the car.

Zhao Gensheng couldn't get in.

"I'll wait for you outside the door!"

Xu Heng waved his hands, followed Wu Liubai, and walked in calmly.

There are special staff in front of the venue, "Please show the invitation letter, okay, please follow me!"

They are very professional and the service is meticulous.

After all, those who can come to this revision meeting are all "big shots" with high morals and high prestige in the country.

Wu Liubai and Xu Heng stepped forward.

A staff member took the initiative to greet her, "Hello, both of you, please show your invitation letter."

Wu Liubai and Xu Heng handed over the invitation letter.

The staff trembled.

He was not surprised by Wu Liubai, but by Xu Heng.

He's asking in his normal workflow, and that's right.

ask!

It's his job!

So he would ask anyone who came by.

If you don't have an invitation letter, he will remind you that without an invitation letter, you are forbidden to enter.

But when Xu Heng took out the invitation letter, he was really shocked!

This young man is younger than himself!

Most likely just a high school student.

He even has an invitation letter!

After receiving the invitation, the staff carefully opened it.