Chapter 157: Professor Liang's invitation (550 votes plus more)

Zhou Jian turned his head and saw it, but he saw the left fluff holding a roll of paper standing behind him and reached out to help the glasses. "At two o'clock this afternoon, is there time?"

"Okay, what's the matter? Left teacher."
"Which 粱 想 wants to meet you." The left velvet voice is not big, but the few girls who are close to it still heard it. Professor Yan wants to meet Zhou Jian?
Combined with Zhou Jianwen’s 100-point score, it’s hard not to create associations.
"Yang Yang, have you heard it? Professor Yu wants to see Zhou Jian." Speaking of Professor Yan, it is definitely a master figure in the Chinese academic circle. Although Professor Yan does not fold for the five buckets of rice, this does not mean that the professor is poor. In fact, Professor Yan’s annual income of five million is easy, mainly because he is not interested in making money, otherwise 10 million is not a problem.
In these years, literary, unrecognized is still poor, but the famous earning is no less than the patented engineering professor. In the early years, Professor Yan was a guest of hundreds of lectures, talking about four books and five classics, and talking about a hundred schools of thought. Every year, the income of the physical book of Guangbaijiatang can reach more than five million, and Professor Yan’s occasionally published a book, and he went to the publishing house. Striving for the things that I want, but Professor Yan always believes that most people buy his books not for the sake of Chinese studies, but to show off. Buying his books at home is purely for the sake of the study. So many times, Professor Yan prefers to put his manuscript at home, and he is not willing to get the publisher.
It is such a great literary professor in the literary world that he actually wants to meet with Zhou Jian, and before that, he gave Zhou Jian a four-pointer, knowing that Zhou Jian’s class has never been taken, only by a single volume. Let Professor Yan give a hundred percent. What did he write on the paper?
Now Professor Yan wants to see Zhou Jian? Is it necessary to leapfrog? Yang Yang can't help but create such an association. If Professor Yan wants to hold a person, and that person is a little bit angry, it is definitely not a difficult thing. It is difficult to be famous with a group of famous old people who are crushed. Although I don’t say that I’m going to fight in the future, it’s absolutely easy to get out of the upper class.
At this time, look at Zhou Jian, a word constantly lingers in Yang Yang's mind.
Since ancient times, talented people have been arrogant and arrogant, and they are either arrogant and unconventional.
Chu mad 舆 舆 不 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 凤 凤 凤 : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : It is still a poem to die.
Think of these cows, madmen, and even mental patients in history. Yang Yang suddenly felt that Zhou Jian’s escape from a semester was nothing short of a semester, even his brother’s cynical, languid decadent appearance seemed to be mysterious. Unpredictable.
"Left teacher?" At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Jian came to the college office and politely knocked on the door.
Zhou Jian’s mood was a bit annoyed at this time. He probably guessed the purpose of the old man to see himself. This final exam is too high-profile.
Originally, he thought that the history and history section had not been taken, usually 0 points, the only thing he could do was to rely on high-profile answers, to win the appreciation of the old man, and then put himself a horse, but did not expect that this old man gave himself Full score.
"Come on." Left fluff put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Zhou Jian. This is a full half minute, from head to toe, as if to see Zhou Jian.
Zhou Jian, who has been watching all of them, is a little embarrassed. At this time, the left fluff is regaining his eyes. "Talk about it, have you written the well on the paper?"

"It is the answer, and then wrote a few poems."
, "Writing poetry?"
"It’s the title of Professor Yu, he asked us to write." Zhou Jian was helpless, and he did not expect a few poems to provoke such a big concern.
"I don't see you as a literary youth, you can lie to me bad enough." Left fluff did not say good.
Zhou Jian looked innocent. "The teacher didn't ask me."

The left velvet covered the pen holder in his hand. "In any case, you have performed well this time. Professor Yan has a high vision and strives to make a good impression on him. Let me go, go to the professor's office."
"Hey" Zhou Jian would like to ask if he can't do it, but seeing that this situation is not running now.
When I came to Professor Yan’s office, the left fluff knocked on the door.
"Come in." There was a voice of Twilight.
The left fluff opened the door. At this time, the office was full of people. Two old people sat in front of the desk. One of them was Shuguangzhang, and one dressed in Tang suit, holding a teapot in hand, and coming in from Zhou Jian. He smiled and looked over and nodded.
Except for these two old men, the rest are young people. The biggest looks are only in their thirties. Some are dressed in suits, some are dressed as students, and they look like old-fashioned students.
"Professor is good." Zhou Jian still looks very jealous of the baby. When he sees such a big house, although he is not in the market, he still tries his best to show his respect and respect.
"Small week is coming, sit down.
Professor Yan pointed to the sofa. "Small left also sit together."

Walking to the sofa and sitting down, hands on the knees, in front of the elderly, Zhou Jian has always been very polite.
Shuguang Zhang pointed to the opposite of the Tang costumed old man and said: "This is the president of the China Studies Association, my old friend, this time I came to Lingnan University to see me, just in time."
Don't be named as a winner, but also a person who is not in the net. He, Shuguangzhang, and another old man, three people formed an Ivy League, whose main purpose is to call for academic 〗 The examination and approval of academics and academics combined with bureaucratic politics. The Ivy League Society recommended that the various "Plan 1", "Engineering", and "Key Construction" be abolished to promote university science independent projects and get rid of the approval of the National Science Planning Office.
The three old men also set up a forum area dedicated to the study of Chinese studies on the Internet. The people inside are basically Wenqing. In those places, the monks are an art. If you don’t have any ink, you are embarrassed to open, if not Knowing the story, I was stunned and thought that people praised you.
Zhou Jian stood up and said: "It is good to be a president."
"How old is this week?"
"18, the next year."
"Young, well, our national academic community is just looking for fresh blood like you."
"I still have a lot to learn." Zhou Jian said this and sat down again.
"Small week, I originally told you to just meet one side, but just catch up with the other people, and let everyone know about it. They are all students who don’t want to be presidents. Hey, this is the light. It refers to a man in his thirties on the left hand side. He wears tea glasses and bears.
Was pointed by the Twilight Chapter, the man smiled and reached out: "I am the editor of Huaxia Guowen Publishing House, don't follow Jixiang, I am very glad to meet you, I am also from Lingnan University, Tianshi, it is your senior."
"The senior is good." Zhou Jian greeted him, and his heart was also slightly surprised. The editor of the National Publishing House, this is why many authors are vying to grab the characters they want to know.
Of course, it doesn't make any sense to him. He has a bit of a headache. Obviously, the Twilight Chapter is intended to collect him. Although he understands the usage of the spirit of attention, Zhou Jian confidently uses his existing literary skills to recite the light. The graduate student of Zhang will never be hard, but the key is that he didn’t think about studying at all. He didn’t have that time. He came back these days because he went to Brazil, and tossed the house, looking for gunmen, a series of messy things. As a result, he has not yet reached the 30th level.
Zhou Jianzheng was worried about how to euphemistically reject the good intentions of Shuguangzhang. At this time, Shuguangzhang spoke up. "I want to study after 1 week?"
"Hey..." Zhou Jian didn't know how to speak.
Everyone in the room looked over. Although Zhai Guangzhang did not say it clearly, he brought a freshman to this circle, knew so many people, paved the way for him, and now he asked him if he wanted to study. The meaning is already clear. It’s not the same as taking classes. Now, Shuguangzhang can teach undergraduates, but if you accept a lecture, you usually only bring doctoral students. In the past few years, you will bring three or four. In these years, Shuguang Zhang When I am older, I still have the name of a doctoral tutor, and I have rarely taken it.
And generally the doctoral students are vying to squash to the name of the Shuguang chapter, which has the truth of the Shuguangzhang initiative to seek? Shuguang Zhang is one of the best in Chinese ancient literature. Master of Chinese studies, at the same time is a calligrapher, a magazine or magazine publisher in the country. Which one can't sell him a few faces, this kid is still hesitant, this is more stupid. It’s just silly.
At this time, the left fluff couldn't sit still. Originally, she was a graduate student in the literature department of Lingnan University. Now she is working as a political worker. Today, because she took the road to Zhou Jian, she came in and sat down. It was not possible for her to speak, but it was about Zhou. In the future, she couldn't help but plug in. "To read, Zhou Jian is very hard at work, definitely must study, right?"
The left fluff said that he was desperately squeezing his eyes to Zhou Jian. This is really a good thing in the sky. No one else can find a lantern, and what is your kid’s stay.
This little action naturally falls in the eyes of Professor Yan. He secretly laughs. Zhou Jiannu does not work hard. He doesn't know, but he didn't go to class in a semester, but he was clear.
Zhou Jian reluctantly squeezed a smile. "That teacher, I am a freshman now, I haven't considered studying these..."
Left velvet listening to Zhou Jian said so, almost vomiting blood, she really wants to rush to slap him a meal, this guy's brain was squeezed by the door. @.