Chapter 169: Football match (monthly ticket)

Zhou Jian pushed the door open, and Professor Yan was sitting at the desk with a smile, but opposite him.
Still the winner of the Tang suit, the president of the China Studies Association. But this time, the president is not a teapot, but two wenwan walnuts. As his fingers move, the walnuts make a creaking sound. From the perspective of the old red shiny luster of walnuts, this pair of walnuts is afraid. I have been playing for decades.
In addition to these two people, there is an old man in the room, wearing glasses and wearing a green shirt. It looks like Professor Yu and his age are similar. Zhou Jian guessed that he is also a member of Ivy League.
"Professor, don't be president." Zhou Jian shouted respectfully. Wen Huiyin is standing behind Zhou Jian. In fact, Wen Hui is also used to seeing big scenes. He is also used to celebrities. Wen Boda’s family often comes to three city-level leading cadres. I can talk about it, but this time it is different. This time, she visited the literary world as a student, so naturally she must show respect and restraint.
"Small week is coming, sit down." Shuguangzhang pointed to the sofa. "This is the friend you said?"

Zhou Jian said: "This is my classmate, smelling people."
"Professor 粱 is good." Wen Huihui shouted crisply.
"When you hear people, you can hear the humane law, you can understand Zen, listen to Huiyin, and have a good name."
Shuguang Zhang praised.
"Well, my mother took the name for me. I hope that 〖I can be humble and rigorous in the future, listen to less words, and Mingxiao wisdom."
"It turns out that the court must have come from the book."
"Is it barely?" My grandmother is Wen Yishu.

"It turned out to be a foreign girl of Wen Yishu. This is really a coincidence. It is a family."
When mentioning Wen Yishu, Shuguang Zhang is a sigh in his heart. Wen Yishu is a romantic poet. There is not much overlap between them and the Chinese studies. Wen Yishu has a female eyebrow but has died for many years. After that, Wen Yishu became a monk in the Jing Temple. I must have been the mother of this girl.
Wenmei is also a very talented scholarly woman, but it is a fat woman.
Twilight Chapter did not mention the matter of the human voice of the mother, but instead said: "Come, let me introduce you, this "Twilight Chapter refers to the old man wearing a green shirt"" The president of the brother Zhang Junyi.

"Zhang Huichang is good." Zhou Jian and Wen Renhui said one after another.
"Oh, this is the new apprentice you said." Zhang Zhangchang looked at Zhou Jian," said the smiling smile.
"What about the new apprentice, this kid is not willing."
Ok? When I heard that Hui Yin had been stunned for a while, Professor Yan wanted to accept Zhou Jian as a disciple? How is this done, is Zhou Jian not a big one?
"Haha, that's because your character is too scum, and the nickname of the three guns is not white." Zhang Junyi has no mercy.
"Okay, open mouth, do you think your nickname is better than me?"
The two literary masters squabble each other here, and they smelled the people's wisdom. "She couldn't help but look at Zhou Jian again. Why did Professor Yan accept a freshman?"
At this time, the other president who played the walnut said to Wen Hui, "Which college is this classmate?"
Wen Huihua said: "I am from the Chinese University of Hong Kong, the Department of Economics."
"The Department of Economics of the Chinese University of Hong Kong? Hehe, how do you read the economy like this?"
"This... is the will of the family."
Don’t be too long to shake your head.
It’s not easy to eat literary now.
It’s not easy to make a meal. If you don’t have a name, then it’s a tragedy, a sour show, a poor and sour show is our group of people. In ancient times, it’s good to be poor, but everyone is respectful, but everyone is respectful. People are endless, and in the case of inadequate food and clothing, they can pick up a lonely lamp and they can still be in the long night of bitterness. With the will and full of enthusiasm, write a beautiful article about the country's ambitions.

"Look at the literati now." Don't talk while shaking his head.
For these words, Zhou Jian really has no sense of identity. The three old men are Wen Qing, and Zhou Jian is a pragmatist.
Wen Huidao said: "The ancient literati may not like to be a singer. For example, Tao Yuanming, whom Professor Yan is very admired, is not a hermit?"
"Oh, Tao Yuanming, his retreat may not go to the pastoral life as the textbook says. I respect Tao Yuanming, first because he is the representative figure in the Wei and Jin literature I studied. Another is because of Tao Yuanming's political wisdom. He once had a official residence of Yu Xuan. At that time, he was defeated and killed. Tao Yuanming, as the Yu Dian’s remaining party, was easily washed away. Of course, this concealed politics was not written in the words, otherwise it might be like Li Wei. The death is not clear..."
Wen Huidao said: "As Professor Ruo Ruan said, then Tao Yuanming"
When I talked about the history of literature, the three old men, such as Shuguangzhang, were quite 〖Xing〗, and Wenhui was very familiar with the history of Chinese studies. Seeing their interest in talking about three points, because they would Chang and Zhang’s president had something to leave, and this was an unsuccessful interruption.
Afterwards, Shuguangzhang sent two old men to go out, and Wen Huiyin went to the bathroom again. At this time, Dawn suddenly took a shot of Zhou Jian’s shoulder..., a very intelligent little girl, take care of it...

"呃" Zhou Jian did not deny it, nor did he speak.
Shuguang Zhang continued: "But Hong Kong Island is a bit far from huā. If she is willing to take a postgraduate degree when she is a junior, I can help. I think she seems to have this meaning too."
Zhou Jian’s heart was happy,
That’s really a thank you Professor.

"Oh, what's so thankful, she is also a good seed, but there is a premise, you have to read with her."
"Hey..." Zhou Jian is speechless.
"Kid, what kind of expression do you have, let you read a research with me, is it so difficult for you?"
Others can't ask for it. The young couple read a professional postgraduate, like-minded, how good.

"That... Professor Yu, I haven’t thought about it...,
......" "Forget it, people have their own aspirations, anyway, if you think about it, you can complete the four-year credits in advance, you can take a postgraduate exam in the third year, save one year, others can not ask for it.

When Wen Huiyin and Zhou Jian left the college together, it was already half past three in the afternoon.
Wen Huiwen asked: "Do you know why you want to accept you as a singer?"
Zhou Jian shrugged. "Just because of a scroll, it seems that he liked the apprentice recently. He also asked me if you want to test his graduate student?"
"Oh?" Wen Hui’s heart is a move. If you can read Professor Yu’s Chinese postgraduate, it is indeed a choice that makes her very excited. Although this means giving up the family’s shares, in fact, it’s not a human voice. I care, just don't want to violate the aunt's will, after all, my aunt always hopes that she can make some achievements in the family business. "What do you say?

"I said thank you Professor Yu, then he told me that if I am willing to read, we can test both of us."
"When people whisper in a heart," "How do you reply?"

"I said... um... think again..."
"Oh," the human voice should be heard, and the rebellious yu, who had just been picked up in the heart, slowly subsided. In fact, she always felt that if she could teach at a university and teach her favorite subjects, it would be very Perfect life, of course, if you have a favorite partner to accompany you...
"You don't want to study?"
"Well, I don't think so, it mainly takes a lot of time."
"Also" Wen Huiyin lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road intentionally or unintentionally.
At this time, her phone rang and looked at the number. She pressed the answer button. "Hey, the president.

"Will you smell a classmate? Come to the West End Stadium and post a poster in a football match."
"Oh, okay."
Hang up the phone and smell the people's helpless shrug. "Go to the West End Stadium."

"Well, let's go together."
In college, football is not popular, but the football game can attract the attention of many students. Students like the kind of scene and the atmosphere of cheering for their class or school team.
When Zhou Jian and Wen Huiyin arrived on the court, the football game has already begun. This is a friendly match between Hong Kong Island Chinese University and Hong Kong Island City University to the second team of Lingnan University.
Both parties are not participating in the school team, it is an entertainment game, but the game is still very formal, even pulled the sponsorship, the temporary sponsorship is not much money, but it is better than nothing.
Although Zhou Jian is also a school second team, but for this kind of game, he obviously has no interest in playing.
"I will go to help first, you can see it here." Wen Huiyin said.
"Well, I just found a position to sit down in the stands. On the field, Lingnan University was wearing a white sè〗 〖Yun swearing, Hong Kong Island two universities team wearing a red sè〗 〖Ying kimono, the main players They all come from Hong Kong Island City University, and Gao Peng is on the court.
Zhou Jian had to admit that Gao Peng, although he was learning a rotten mess, played football and basketball very well. Football is better than himself. Basketball is better than a scorpion, and it is not only a little bit better.
At the time of high school, the class - once in the basketball game or football game, screamed and ran to the field, and then cheered Gao Peng.
If it is a football game, Zhou Jian can go to the game and play a kicker. If it is a basketball game, he can only look at it. Because there are very few boys in the liberal arts class, this time a lot of time - it is natural to command Zhou Jian. "Left men" go to the ball, buy water, and so on. Of course, Zhou Jian will basically be heard, and then "How do you like this person?" "Is there a sense of collective honor?" It is endless. @.