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The bruise on Fang Linchuan's face looks scary, but it's actually not serious. The street gangsters still have a sense of proportion when beating people. They applied the medicine the night before, and it was almost the same the next day. No one would suspect anything if they said it was a beating.He was a little worried that Wen He was still being entangled, but Wen He also said that the law and order in City Z is actually very good, and these people dared to rush around at night. This time it's over, and they won't be like dog skin plasters in the future Paste it.

After telling his parents to go to the hospital if they still feel uncomfortable, Fang Linchuan went to school.

He is now leading a freshman, and the final exam is approaching. Many students have an indescribable awe of this, and they come to him every day to ask questions.

Wen He's cousin was very satisfied with his flirting with Fang Linchuan, because she was studying in the local No. [-] middle school, and almost excitedly wanted to come over that day, but was rejected by Wen He's uncle, who seriously told her to stop and study hard.

My cousin is in her third year of high school. At the critical time, No. [-] Middle School is very strict, and my cousin has high demands on herself, so I agreed after thinking about it, but I still hope that someday I will go to Z University when I am free, and care about my cousin. At the same time, I mainly went to see the long-admired lecturer Fang Linchuan.

It was rare for Fang Linchuan to have no class in the afternoon, so he went to pick up his bicycle and prepare to go home after saying hello. Xu Juan's illness showed signs of getting worse, so Fang Linchuan didn't dare to delay.

It was after five o'clock in the afternoon after Xu Juan was persuaded to go to the hospital. Fang Linchuan planned to go back to school and eat something at a nearby restaurant.On the way, I happened to meet Wen He, accompanied by an unruly girl.

Fang Linchuan raised his eyebrows, and Wen He saw him and chased after him: "Teacher..." Before he finished speaking, the girl asked in surprise: "Ah, are you the teacher from Z University?! "

Fang Linchuan was surprised that she recognized him, and responded with a smile.

Wen He patted the girl on the shoulder: "Teacher, I still have enough money now, and I can pay back the money some other day."

"Row."

Cousin Wen He pushed Wen He's arm: "Brother, please introduce to me, the male god is right in front of you, but what's the fun in life if you can only watch but not flirt!"

"..."

"How many male gods are you?" Wen He asked back.

The cousin giggled: "No, no, those are all male nerves in Weibo, how can they be compared with orthodox male gods?"

Wen He’s cousin is called Wen Gu. His father was a professor who was obsessed with Confucianism in the early days of Confucius and Mencius. He was quite famous in the field when he was young. He was interviewed in a documentary about Confucius. His mother was a special-grade Chinese teacher at No. [-] Middle School. The family was full of academic atmosphere, and Wen Gu was influenced by this and liked ancient literature very much.

After Fang Linchuan heard about her family's situation, he felt good about her. He felt that it was rare for a child nowadays to be determined to eat the 25 Uncut History at a young age, and he really did like this.

Wen Gu asked Fang Linchuan shyly: "Teacher, can I take a picture of you? It's fine if you don't show your face, but can I take a picture of your back?" I don't mean to be unhappy.

Fang Linchuan was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he replied, "That's fine."

Wen Gu was quite steady. After taking the photos, he mosaiced the surrounding scenery and architectural signs, leaving only Fang Linchuan riding a bicycle from the back.Wen Gu handed the phone to Fang Linchuan for a look, and Fang Linchuan nodded, indicating that he could post it on the public platform.

Wen Gu snickered, opened Weibo and uploaded the photo with the words "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God! #欢说战国战#".

Wen Gu is a small internet writer. He insisted on writing essays in his freshman year of high school, until he was promoted to his third year of high school. He has accumulated some fans, and occasionally posts short stories about small theaters on Weibo.She posted this Weibo with a topic, and clicked on Fang Linchuan's recently published book about the research and popularization of common sense in the Warring States period. Besides citing extensively, her words are also very attractive. Many fans of the Warring States period are very concerned about this book. .

Soon there were comments under Weibo.

"The WOC frog begs for the coordinates! Just say which province or city it is in! Let me keep it in mind! The book that didn't get a hand-signed version was very sad [tears] [tears]"

"I remember that the frog seems to be from City Z? A city dweller!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm)"

"Why don't you have a positive face! Why! Why! (Okay, I can understand that there are a lot of people who are popular, so show less face and less privacy~"

"You're thinking about the above one, there is a photo of the author in "Warring States", but it doesn't look very good? Although the photo of Frog only has the back, it looks like the type I like. I can't compliment the publisher's photography skills. It's easy."

Wen Gu browses Weibo with satisfaction, likes interesting comments when he sees them, occasionally replies, and laughs happily.Wen He glanced at her with a helpless face: "Swipe again! Swipe again and I'll tell your mother, and I'll take your phone away later!"

"Don't bro, I'm just going to play for a while now, and I have to prepare for next week's exam when I go back in the afternoon. It's not like you don't know that you can memorize all liberal arts." Wen Gu continued to read comments happily, and now made up a warm shou × The old routine of the black-bellied small theater, specially noted that everyone is happy, pay attention to respecting personal privacy, and the bottom is full of screams.

The only thing Wen Gu is dissatisfied with is that her Weibo name is "Warm Water Boiled Frog Can't Be Cooked", and the fans below automatically call her "Frog", and never changed it... Dad, Frog is very dissatisfied, Frog wants to cry.

These things are done by young people in their teens and early twenties who have the energy, time and enthusiasm to do it. Fang Linchuan has little contact with it, and there is no difference between Weibo and Weibo. When he is older, he is more focused on hobbies The study of various classical literature.His hobbies are a bit similar to Wen Gu's. He not only wants to read 25 histories, but also all kinds of unpopular ancient books.

This is probably the reason why he has a good impression of Wen Gu instead of rejection.

"Do you study liberal arts? Our province's liberal arts are not bad. In fact, not all liberal arts are memorized. Those years and events are naturally necessary common sense for liberal arts students. As for the influence of various reasons and background results, I think about it, combined with more authoritative ones. I have an advantage in exams. In the past two years, I have also read the high-level liberal arts exam papers in various provinces, and it has become more and more vivid." Fang Linchuan couldn't help but say a few more words.

Wen Gu smiled and nodded: "Thank you teacher for your guidance! Teacher, did you study liberal arts?"

"Yes, it's a pity that the questions of liberal arts were still a little dead at that time. It was when the curriculum reform first started. It is not as good as your current test questions. This is the question for liberal arts students." Fang Linchuan said with emotion.

Wen Gu played for a while, turned his head and asked Fang Linchuan: "Teacher, what is the salary of your university teachers?"

"Huh?" Fang Linchuan was puzzled when she asked this.

Wen Gu smiled: "I think it's good to be a teacher, but I don't want to teach high school and junior high school. I think it's especially good to stay in school as a teacher after finishing a graduate student. I want to write articles or something in the future. You have to care about your income, otherwise, what’s the point of letting my parents take care of you all the time.”

Fang Linchuan said in his heart that with the qualifications of your parents and your mother, you can definitely raise your only daughter until you get married or even grow old, but I really like her idea of ​​making money by yourself. Money worship is disgusting, but realism is acceptable, so he said : "It depends on the situation. The environment in Z city is relatively good, and Z University is also a first-class university. My country also invests a lot of funds. If you say the average standard, it is basically no less than 4000. If you want to be a part-time job What, at least I can support myself. But there is always a contingency in everything, when it comes time to spend money..." Fang Linchuan thought of her family background, and smiled: "You can tell your parents about money, if you usually live a regular life It’s not a problem to save some.”

Wen Gu was a little flattered. He felt that Fang Linchuan, a high-ranking star person and gentle teacher, told himself so much, so he couldn't be too happy: "In this way, I am afraid that being a teacher will mislead my children or something. I want to do it but I am afraid, hehe."

Fang Linchuan nodded, and the brakes locked: "Then you can also apply for a cram school, but this is usually a full-time article writing. Like me, I have been reading "Warring States Policy" since I was a child, and collected information everywhere. I didn't have such a book until this year. Books, although the sales volume is not bad, but after all, it is not the main income."

Seeing that he wanted to stop talking, Wen Gu quickly said, "Yes. Then thank you teacher. My brother and I are leaving first."

"Row."

"Goodbye, teacher!" Wen Gu pretended to mutter to her brother in a voice that Fang Linchuan could hear, "The teacher is so handsome! Oh my god, I want to kneel and lick! Can I invite the teacher out next time?"

Fang Linchuan's ears turned red, he nodded with a smile, and hurried to eat without even saying hello.

During the meal, Fang Linchuan suddenly came up with an idea. The girl Wen Gu wanted to mainly write secondary work, earn some money to support herself, and make herself happy. Although he is busy at the end of each term, he is usually relaxed. , I have already had ideas about writing something, but I just don’t know what type to write.

I always find it difficult to imitate everyone's prose, and it takes a long time to write academically. He doesn't like the popular online essays very much. Freshmen, there are fewer boys. In their free time, they read large volumes of popular fantasy upgrades. Girls mostly read romances about love and affection and some magazines that he really doesn't like.

Fang Linchuan thought about it for a while and put the matter on hold.

I made a phone call at night, and Xu Juan was still in the hospital for an infusion, and she could not go home until after ten o'clock. Fortunately, there is a direct bus between the hospital and the community, which also saves several bus trips to go home.Fang Linchuan hung up the phone after a few words of advice, packed his things and went home directly.

When Xu Juan and Fang Qing came home, they smelled a scent, and Xu Juan raised her voice and asked, "Linchuan? What are you cooking?"

"I bought some three delicacies dumplings. It's so late and the food in the hospital isn't very good. Eat something to fill your stomach." Fang Linchuan scooped up dumplings from a bowl.

"Come on, I don't want to get fat. People say that whatever I eat at night will make me fat. Alas, I feel like I'm already fat. I want to exercise but I can't hold on." Xu Juan said distressedly.

Fang Linchuan put the dumplings on the table: "You still say that you are fat every day, what should those fat aunts downstairs who dance in the square dance in the evening say? Eat it quickly, you will suffer if you are hungry."

"My son is sensible." Xu Juan narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"By the way, dad, when are you going back? I'm going to city B in two days, it probably takes a few days." Fang Linchuan said. A university professor in City B warmly invited him over after reading his book. The professor's name is quite famous, and Fang Linchuan also wanted to go over to ask for advice.

Fang Qing thought about it: "Then the afternoon after tomorrow, if you go back after two o'clock in the afternoon, you can arrive in the evening."

"Okay." Fang Linchuan went to book a high-speed rail ticket.

Wen Gu almost didn't frame Fang Linchuan's signature, carefully clipped it to the title page of the book, proudly displayed it on Weibo, and even showed it to Wen He and Wen Ce.Wen He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat her up. Her parents were out on business today, and Wen Gu stayed at his house for an excuse. Hearing that Fang Linchuan lived across the street, he wished he could rush to find someone.

Wen Ce glanced at it, and his gaze, which should have been moved away immediately, immediately stuck, and Wen Gu flipped him to another photo of Fang Linchuan's back: "Did you see it? This is the male god in our mind, uncle, you are just too tall It's cold, when will I find an aunt for me, my God, do you know that no one likes you now and ignores you!"

Wen Gu urged Wen Ce in no big or small way.

Wen Ce gave a rare smile, and Wen Gu just heard him say in a daze, "I'll find you one tomorrow, and prove that even Uncle Gao Leng is loved."

Wen Gu quietly gave him a middle finger: "Bah, I don't believe it."

Wen Ce ignored her, looking at the back view on Weibo on his phone, his heart blossomed.