Rebirth of Bloody Romance

In a quiet corner of Yenching University, Professor Yue’s steady and magnetic voice, like a spring breeze, gently brushed across Zhong Yuemin’s heart.

“And write another paper as your graduate thesis.” This sentence was short but like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Zhong Yuemin was a little dazed when he heard this, as if he was in a fog and couldn't figure it out. He muttered to himself: "When did I qualify for graduate school? Is this sudden happiness coming too fast?"

Doubts were like vines, entwining his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Professor Yue, are you talking about me? Is this... is this true?"

Professor Yue glanced at Zhong Yuemin, which made him feel uneasy. "Nonsense, do I need others to tell me what to do when I recruit a graduate student? I see your ability and remember it in my heart. If you can't get a higher degree, no matter how high your professional title is, it will only be a castle in the air and a tree without roots." His words revealed his deep expectations and trust in Zhong Yuemin.

You know, Professor Yue is not only the head of the economics department, but also a giant in the academic world. It is easy for him to enroll a graduate student. However, this "easy" thing is an astronomical debt of favor to Zhong Yuemin. He counted on his fingers, trying to calculate the weight of this favor, but found that it was simply immeasurable.

Although there is only one letter difference between bachelor degree and master degree, it is like a chasm that stands in the way of professional title promotion. An associate professor with a bachelor degree may only be a glamor on his business card, and compared with an honorary professor, it is just a thin layer of gilding.

Zhong Yuemin felt mixed emotions, both pleasantly surprised and puzzled. He secretly wondered, "Why is Professor Yue so nice to me? Is it my humble personality or the aura of the protagonist at work?"

However, the answers to these questions do not seem to be important, because no matter what the reason is, he is the biggest beneficiary of this unexpected surprise.

Professor Yue's eyes flashed with unquestionable determination through his glasses. He tapped the table lightly, and his unquestionable aura made the air in the office seem to freeze. "Xiao Zhong, don't be so confused. I've given you a chance. It depends on you whether you can seize it or not."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, feeling mixed emotions, as if a pie had suddenly fallen from the sky and hit him, but he was also worried that the pie might contain some unknown filling. He scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "Professor Yue, your sudden 'gift' is really too much for my little heart to bear. I haven't even reached the threshold of a graduate student, how come..."

"Hmph, threshold? To me, it's just a door that can be opened and closed at will."

Professor Yue smiled faintly, his eyes revealing confidence and dominance. "I know your ability. At the seminar, you had unique insights and sharp thinking, which are not something that ordinary undergraduates can have. What I need is someone who can really do things, not a nerd who can only read books."

Zhong Yuemin felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this, and at the same time, he felt a little ashamed. He knew that although he was not lazy, he had skipped classes and slacked off a lot. It was unexpected that he could be favored by Professor Yue.

Zhong Yuemin thought about it and decided to ask for clarification. "Professor Yue, there must be a reason why you are helping me so much, right? I... I am really curious."

Professor Yue's expression froze slightly when he heard this, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back. In the end, he just sighed. "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you tell me. I see myself in you, but it's a pity... Alas! Now, I just hope you can go further and fly higher. As for the rest, you will understand when the time comes."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin felt mixed emotions. "Professor Yue, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

Professor Yue nodded with satisfaction, a gratified smile on his face. Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, adding a touch of warmth to the friendship between teacher and student.

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the corridor, and Liu Minghua's figure appeared in front of Zhong Yuemin who had just finished lunch.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Liu? What brought you here today? What a rare guest!" Zhong Yuemin saw Liu Minghua and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and teasing words came out of his mouth.

Liu Minghua seemed not to hear the jokes. He looked serious and asked directly, "Are you free? I'll treat you to a meal." These words seemed a bit abrupt, as if he had no idea that Zhong Yuemin had just finished his meal.

Zhong Yuemin heard this, a sly look flashed in his eyes, he glanced at Liu Minghua, and continued his teasing offensive. "You are doing this on purpose, right? I just came out of the cafeteria burping, and you came to treat me to a meal. You need to practice your sincerity! You are still a cadre, why is your ideological awareness so behind the times?"

Liu Minghua's mouth curled up unconsciously when he heard this. He had expected Zhong Yuemin to tease him like this. He was used to the relaxed and somewhat bickering atmosphere between the two. "Come on, Yuemin, stop making fun of me. I know you just came out of the cafeteria, but we are not going to have this meal now, but later. I have something serious to discuss with you now."

Zhong Yuemin raised his eyebrows and put away his joking attitude. "Oh? Serious matters? Tell me about it and see if it can give me some more 'spiritual food' for my stomach that has just been full."

Liu Minghua's expression became serious. He slowly pulled out a carefully prepared document from his bag and gently handed it to Zhong Yuemin. "Please help me take a look at how well I wrote this document. Give me some advice."

Zhong Yuemin took the materials, glanced at them roughly, and then glanced at Liu Minghua with a playful smile on his face. "Do you really want to hear the truth?"

Liu Minghua was amused by his look and said with a smile, "What's that look? Of course I want to hear the truth, otherwise why would I come all the way to find you?"

Zhong Yuemin cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "Then I will tell you the truth. You wrote this material too deliberately and attentively, and you wanted to pour out all the ink in your stomach. To put it bluntly, it was written too extravagantly and gorgeously, and it lost its authenticity."

Liu Minghua was not angry after hearing this. Instead, his eyes lit up and he looked very happy. Zhong Yuemin's words hit the nail on the head. "Then how can I write more plainly and profoundly? I just can't figure this out."

Seeing Liu Minghua's sincere face, Zhong Yuemin also stopped joking and began to explain to him seriously. "Official documents all have routines. When writing materials, you can find more similar materials that are similar to yours and follow the routine. It's OK as long as the content and data are correct. There is no need to be clever or play tricks. Official documents should be concise and clear, and clear at a glance, rather than flowery words."

After hearing this, Liu Minghua nodded in sudden enlightenment and sighed, "No wonder every time I write a document, I feel like I'm climbing a mountain and I'm so tired, while others feel as relaxed as walking on a flat road. It turns out that I pursue perfection too much and restrict myself. It seems that my ability is still insufficient!"

Seeing that Liu Minghua was a little frustrated, Zhong Yuemin patted him on the shoulder and comforted him. "Don't be discouraged. This is not a problem of lack of ability, but a problem of method and experience. Writing official documents is different from writing literary works. It has its own rules and routines. As long as you master these, writing will naturally be easy."

Zhong Yuemin paused and continued, "You see, many of the writers in government agencies are not from the Chinese department, but they can still write good official documents. Why? It's because they have mastered the writing methods and techniques of official documents. So, don't worry too much about your writing style and article level. The key is to learn how to write according to the routine of official documents."

After listening to Zhong Yuemin's words, Liu Minghua suddenly felt enlightened, as if he had found a shortcut to success. He looked at Zhong Yuemin gratefully. "Zhong Laoer, it seems that I made the right choice to come to you. After listening to your words, I felt like I had suddenly become enlightened. From now on, when I write official documents, I will know how to start."

Zhong Yuemin smiled. "You're welcome. We are classmates, and we should help each other. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me. I will tell you everything I know."

The two smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and friendship in their hearts became even deeper at this moment.

On this day, sunlight shone through the windows into every corner of the classroom, and the atmosphere of the Brief History of Science class was as relaxed as ever.

Zhong Yuemin stood on the podium, his eyes sweeping over the students who were either listening attentively or looking down at extracurricular books. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Although such a learning environment is not perfect, it is also fun in its own way.

Zhong Yuemin cleared his throat and was about to start his lecture when he was interrupted by a sudden puff of chalk dust. Zhong Yuemin frowned and glanced displeased at the blackboard that was already covered with writing and needed to be wiped. He knew very well that every time this happened, it was the "test" he was most reluctant to face.

Wiping the blackboard has become Zhong Yuemin's most annoying pre-class ritual. Dust is like a naughty elf, penetrating every hole. The throat and nose seem to have become their playground. If he doesn't cough a few times or clear his throat, he always feels uncomfortable.

"Ahem, this chalk dust is really a headache." Zhong Yuemin made a light-hearted joke, trying to ease the discomfort in his heart. When the students heard this, some laughed, while others looked at him sympathetically, after all, this was a "little episode" that would happen in almost every class.

"But then again," Zhong Yuemin changed the subject. "Although the conditions of our school are not as good as those of the University of Foreign Languages, we also have our own fun, don't we? Look at this history of science class, which school can allow you to read extracurricular books and have heated discussions like ours?"

After listening to this, some students expressed different opinions. "Teacher Zhong, foreign language students watch foreign films every day! English films, German films, French films, everything. And those films, wow, are really bold."

Zhong Yuemin started teasing again. "What's the matter? Classmate, have you ever been there? Otherwise, how do you know so much about it?"

Another student stood up and said, "Teacher Zhong, you don't know this, right? Many students from other schools often find excuses to attend classes in order to see the human bodies with artistic beauty, just to enjoy the visual feast."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Well? Although the conditions at the Foreign Languages ​​University are good, we also have our advantages. We are a comprehensive university with a complete range of disciplines. You can be exposed to more diverse knowledge and culture. Isn't that also good?" Zhong Yuemin continued, trying to guide the students to see the positive side of the current environment.

After listening to Zhong Yuemin's words, the students fell into deep thought. At this moment, a student raised his hand and said, "Teacher, I think what you said is right. Although our conditions are not as good as those of foreign language universities, we have our own characteristics. Moreover, I think wiping the blackboard is also a part of our class."

Ha ha.......

The students all laughed when they heard this. Zhong Yuemin also laughed. He felt relieved because the students began to appreciate the present and look at problems from different perspectives.

"Okay, well said!" Zhong Yuemin nodded approvingly. "Then let's continue with the class. However, I still have to remind you that reading is reading, don't forget about the class. After all, learning is our top priority. Now put away all the extracurricular books for me."

When the students below were hurriedly packing up their extracurricular books, several books with eye-catching covers inadvertently caught Zhong Yuemin's eyes, instantly casting a shadow over his heart. Those books were the ones he had always felt deeply afraid of and rejected.

Zhong Yuemin involuntarily took a step forward and slowly walked towards the students. The students noticed his approach and hurriedly hid the books in their hands under the textbooks, trying to conceal their existence.

However, Zhong Yuemin did not stop there. He walked up to a student, looked solemn, stretched out his hand, and said in a calm tone with unquestionable strength, "Student, can you let me have a look at the book you were reading just now?"

The student looked at Zhong Yuemin's expressionless face, and panic surged in his heart. With trembling hands, he handed the book to Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin took the book and recognized its author at a glance. The description and cry of "ugly Chinese" in the book was like a sharp blade, deeply hurting his heart. This book was just published last year and quickly became the bestseller of the year. Its influence cannot be underestimated.

"It seems that quite a few students are reading this book." Zhong Yuemin was worried. He knew that such books could easily mislead young people and make them have a wrong understanding of their own culture and nation. As an educator, he had the responsibility to guide students to correctly view their own culture and history and avoid being deceived by extreme remarks.

Zhong Yuemin held the book tightly and said to the student, "I have confiscated this book."

After hearing this, the student showed an embarrassment on his face. He hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Teacher Zhong, I borrowed this book from someone else. Can you... not confiscate it, or let me return it to the owner?"

Zhong Yuemin did not answer, but turned and walked towards the podium. He turned his back to the students and said in a cold voice, "Whoever has the book, let him come to me."

The student felt mixed emotions. He looked at Zhong Yuemin's back and muttered to himself, "Teacher Zhong, didn't you say that private property is sacred and inviolable? Why are you making trouble now?"