1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 115: Regularization at the beginning of the school term and the shock of the office teacher

Since the Lantern Festival, most universities in Beijing have started classes one after another.

Like worker ants receiving a command, students came from all over the country, taking trains and following the railway network to gather in Beijing. As a result, the streets have become much more crowded in the past few days.

It seemed as if the four universities, Peking University, Tsinghua University, Renmin University of China and Normal University, had agreed to start school at the same time on March 5th.

As expected, Cheng Kaiyan had to go to work.

Xiaowei Hutong, Wutong Courtyard.

"Wake up, Kaiyan, you have to go to work today."

The door creaked and the mother pushed it open, letting the cold air from the main room flow in. She turned on the light with a click, and the glaring light woke up the sleeping Cheng Kaiyan.

"understood."

Cheng Kaiyan responded while lying on the bed, then reluctantly opened her eyes to greet the cold air and the upcoming work life.

Just one winter vacation has basically destroyed his biological clock that he had when he joined the army, and he never gets up before eight o'clock in the morning.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was only seven to five.

After reading it, Cheng Kaiyan quickly turned over, dressed and washed up, then sorted out her manuscripts along with paper and pen and put them into the briefcase she had bought a few days ago.

So, the mother and son pushed their bicycles out early in the morning.

Occasionally, a few bicycles pass by in the alley. They are students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts on their way to school.

Cheng Kaiyan sent her mother to Dengshikou. There were visibly many more young people dressed as students on the street, filling the entire street, especially the stalls selling breakfast.

"A cup of soy milk, two eggs..."

"I want three fried dough sticks."

Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the two of them ate something to fill their stomachs and then went to work separately.

Facing the cold wind, I arrived at school in a blink of an eye.

Many students rush to school from home early in the morning to attend classes. Although most students now live in the school, there are still some who go to school as day students.

The students held food in their hands, ate while walking, and talked about interesting things that happened during the New Year period.

"Hongmei, how many books have you read during the New Year holidays?"

"I haven't read many books. I basically help with housework and take care of my younger brothers and sisters. My family is pretty busy."

"That's right. Hey, have you seen Grass? I tell you, many people are rushing to buy it."

"I haven't seen it, but I seem to have heard something about it. Xiaofang and Song Jingming, right?"

"We are from the Department of Art Education, not the Department of Chinese. Why do we read so many novels?"

"I heard that this writer is from our capital. Do you think he is Song Jingming?"

“No one would write a novel criticizing themselves, right?”

A few female students were chatting, their long hair fluttering in the wind behind them, smelling of shampoo.

"Dingling bell~"

Cheng Kaiyan rang the bell a few times and rode past behind him on his bike.

After gliding all the way, we finally arrived at the Chinese Department office building located deep inside the school.

There is a tin shed for parking bicycles under the bamboo forest on the left side of the office building. At first glance, there are a few people chatting inside.

In the early morning, the bamboo shadows swayed and rustled.

Cheng Kaiyan pushed the cart closer and saw that they were all familiar faces, including her aunt, Lin Xiaohong, and Mr. Han Zhaoqi who taught Records of the Grand Historian. The three of them were chatting about something.

"Hey! Cheng Kaiyan, you're here."

Lin Xiaohong saw Cheng Kaiyan from a distance and waved her hand high in greeting.

Cheng Kaiyan also waved, squatted down to lock the car, and then walked over to greet, "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Kaiyan."

Jiang Ting gently waved her white and tender hand towards Cheng Kaiyan.

"Good morning, Xiao Cheng."

Han Zhaoqi, who was standing by, saw Cheng Kaiyan and greeted him, saying he was a nice young man.

However, Cheng Kaiyan's name suddenly reminded him of a book he had read a few days ago. The author of that book was also called Cheng Kaiyan.

Could it be him?

Han Zhaoqi looked at the young man in front of him, and then denied his own judgment.

Because she was too young, her writing style was not in line with the sharp, sophisticated and sharp style of the article. Even now, Han Zhaoqi still remembers this style of writing vividly, especially the part about Xiaofang's death.

It should just be the same name.

Han Zhaoqi had a few thoughts in his mind, and then he informed the three people: "Professor Jiang, we will talk next time. I won't disturb you. I'm going to eat first."

Then he turned around and left slowly.

Cheng Kaiyan and the other two walked towards the office.

In the empty stairwell, bright light comes from the large window at the corner, leaving a grating on the terrazzo floor inlaid with red, green and white fragments.

"Da da da~"

It was very quiet; the only sound that could be heard was the footsteps of three people walking up the stairs.

The three of them chatted side by side about the interesting things that happened during the winter vacation.

"Xiaohong, I heard that you are preparing for the college entrance examination recently. How is your review going?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked casually.

"It's OK, but I don't know the bird language very well."

Lin Xiaohong scratched her hair in distress. She had been studying very hard during this period, but she just couldn't learn English and couldn't even read.

“English is pretty simple.”

Jiang Ting, who once studied in Germany, heard this and explained.

English is indeed a subject that domestic students find difficult. According to the Ministry of Education's statistics on college entrance examination English scores in the past two years, the average English score is around 20 to 30 points, and the pass rate is frighteningly low, much lower than that of other subjects.

"Indeed, English is simpler than German."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded in agreement, but soon he saw frustration on Lin Xiaohong's face, so he said confidently: "Xiaohong, if you have any questions, you can ask me. I've also been learning English recently."

During this period, he memorized more than a thousand words by relying on his strong memory and the remaining memories from his previous life.

It is said that the English test papers of this time are not much more difficult than the English test in the later high school entrance examination. Cheng Kaiyan thinks that it is easy to teach a poor English student.

"You also speak English?"

Lin Xiaohong curled her lips, looking unconvinced.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

“What is angry in English?”

"Angry."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaohong's eyes widened. This guy is really capable!
Lin Xiaohong had to believe the result of the test, but she was even more frustrated because Cheng Kaiyan, who had not learned much English, was better than her...

Jiang Ting, who was standing by, thought to herself, "Aren't these words something that foreign children of a certain age know?"

Of course she didn't say it out loud, which was even more hurtful.

She is just cold-hearted, but she is not without emotional intelligence.

But... Kaiyan has also started learning?

This is a good thing!

……

After the three of them went upstairs, they returned to their offices.

In the office that has not been visited for more than a month, a smell of dust hits my nose as soon as I open the door.

There was a fine layer of dust on the floor, on the desks and chairs, in the bookcases, and on the windows.

"So dirty."

"Yes, we need to do some cleaning on the first day of school. Kaiyan, go get some water."

Jiang Ting looked at Cheng Kaiyan and gave instructions.

"Ok!"

More than ten minutes later, the two of them cleaned the office with mutual cooperation and concerted efforts.

"Finally done."

Cheng Kaiyan threw the rag into the bucket and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wipe the sweat."

Jiang Ting handed over a handkerchief. The white handkerchief exuded a pleasant cool fragrance that lingered.

"Ah."

After finishing the work, the two returned to their seats and did their own things tacitly.

Half an hour later, Cheng Kaiyan took the kettle and went to the water room to get water.

At this time, Jiang Ting raised her head and handed over a cup of water, "Kaiyan, help auntie get a cup too, and put some tea leaves in the cupboard."

"understood."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and pushed the door open. At this time, the corridor outside the office was already bustling with people.

The teachers from the Chinese Department were chatting in groups of three or five in the corridor, and no one noticed that the door of this office located deep in the corridor had been opened.

My aunt Jiang Ting is only an associate professor in the Chinese department. However, she has a very high status because she has studied abroad and has a special background.

But she has a cold and unkind personality, and few people want to interact with her.

Cheng Kaiyan was a relatively unknown figure in the Chinese Department. Firstly, he did not have a high level of education, and secondly, he was just a temporary worker with no status, so naturally, no one came to talk to him.

He won the first prize in the poetry competition a few years ago, and only then did some teachers and students know about Cheng Kaiyan.

However, there are still many teachers who don’t know him and can’t even call out his name.

Cheng Kaiyan didn't care. It was nice to just close the door and spend some time alone with her aunt in the office.

While fetching water, he overheard a piece of news that there would be a meeting in the conference room at ten o'clock.

After getting the water, I returned to the office and told my aunt the news.

"understood."

Jiang Ting took the teacup and indicated that she understood.

It was bustling outside the door, but the office was very quiet, forming a sharp contrast.

Time flies and it's already ten o'clock.

Lin Xiaohong knocked on the door: "Professor Jiang, Director Fang said to come to the conference room for a meeting!"

……

meeting room.

The Chinese Department is the largest, most powerful and most populous college in Beijing Normal University.

There are more than a dozen professors, twenty or thirty lecturers, and several teaching assistants.

Dozens of teachers gathered in the conference room, filling the huge conference room.

Soon everyone arrived. Director Fang and several leaders walked into the conference room and sat down, waiting until everyone was seated.

"Is there anyone who hasn't arrived yet? Xiaohong, go and call them."

"No, Director Fang is here."

Lin Xiaohong in the corner raised her hand and answered.

Director Fang nodded upon seeing this, supported himself on the podium with both hands, and began to speak without a script, talking nonstop.

"Ahem, today is the first meeting since the start of the school term. The main point is eight words: summarize the past and look forward to the future. Since the class of 1979 entered the school last year, our Chinese Department has achieved fruitful results..."

From the admission of the freshman class of 79 last year, the teachers’ academic achievements, the papers they have published, the results and awards they have achieved, to the work arrangements for the first half of this year, etc.

Half an hour passed by, and the people in the audience were drowsy from the talk.

"Ahem! The next step is to reward those comrades who performed well last year."

Director Fang made the announcement on the stage, and everyone became excited.

"First, among the teaching assistants who have been promoted to regular positions, there are five people, including Cheng Kaiyan and Liao Shanyi. Among the lecturers, there are three people, including Lan Lizhi. Please applaud and welcome them."

"Clap clap~"

The teachers applauded and congratulated.

"Congratulations, I hope you can keep up the good work and keep working hard."

While Jiang Ting was clapping, she looked at Cheng Kaiyan with a smile on her pretty face, like a blooming winter plum.

"If it weren't for your care, it wouldn't have happened so quickly."

Cheng Kaiyan naturally knew that this was actually her credit. When she went to ask for leave before, she heard Director Fang say that it was her aunt who said a good word for her, otherwise it wouldn't have happened so quickly.

"I still have to thank my auntie... Uh, sorry, I forgot about it, Auntie Jiang."

Cheng Kaiyan scratched his head.

"It's okay, just shout as you like."

When Jiang Ting heard this, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and then she spoke softly.

Come to think of it, I didn't allow him to call me aunt at the beginning, but now he still does.

Speaking of this, Jiang Ting didn't know why she was so tolerant of Cheng Kaiyan.

You know, she was even quite distant and cold towards Ning Yuan from Sister Minghua's family. Only Cheng Kaiyan was an exception.

"Then I'll just call you aunt. It's easier to say."

"up to you."

At this time.

Director Fang waved a few work ID cards in his hand and reminded, "Comrades whose names are called should hurry up and go to the stage to collect their work ID cards."

The work permit is a small blue booklet that serves as proof of identity for school faculty and staff. It is issued by the school’s Personnel Department and each person is given one.

If you are transferred, this little notebook will be taken back.

It can be said that only with a work permit can one be truly considered a member of this unit.

Cheng Kaiyan and his group of eight people went on stage to receive their work permits. When Cheng Kaiyan received the permit, Director Fang patted Cheng Kaiyan's shoulder meaningfully and whispered, "Xiao Cheng, you are really a man of hidden talents. You made a big news without making any noise."

"What's the big news?"

Cheng Kaiyan smiled, knowing that Director Fang knew that he was the one who wrote "Fragrant Grass".

This is not surprising and cannot be concealed. The pen name alone that is the same as the real name is enough to make many people suspicious.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Director Fang looked at his back, feeling deeply moved.

In the last poetry competition, Cheng Kaiyan's poem gave him a surprise. Who would have thought that this guy could write so well.

I thought it was just an ordinary article, but I didn't expect it to cause quite a stir across the country. The directors of the newspaper commentary offices all saw it.

What great realist masterpieces, what educated youth novels, even Mr. Zhang Guangnian of People's Literature have shouted out "When the grass blooms, the scars will die."

It can be said that this novel has been highly praised by professionals from all walks of life in the literary world.

No wonder Professor Xiao Jiang wanted him, a young man with only a high school education, to be his assistant. It seems that they are not just relatives, but he is also really young and promising with outstanding talents!
After a while, the meeting will be over.

A group of people rushed out of the meeting room, and Cheng Kaiyan and Jiang Ting were stopped by Director Fang.

"Comrade Xiao Cheng, Professor Jiang, wait a moment."

Director Fang's sudden shout made the few teachers who had not yet left the meeting room turn around and stop, casting curious glances.

"what happened?"

"I don't know. It must be some personal matter. But this young man came to our school in December, right? He was made a full-time employee so soon?"

"He has connections, what can you do? An associate professor in his early thirties was given a suite as soon as he arrived."

Two female teachers whispered sarcastically.

Song Jianming watched silently in the crowd. He vaguely guessed why Director Fang called Cheng Kaiyan, "It should be the book, right?"

After this period of rescue and hospitalization, his health has almost recovered.

Having experienced the torment of life and death this time, he has a broader perspective and has become much more easy-going.

Soon, Director Fang’s words left the teachers present a little confused.

"Fang Cao was written by you, right? You asked me for leave to go to Jiangcheng to revise the manuscript. I thought the magazine you submitted to was some unknown small magazine, but I didn't expect it to be a revised version of Jiangcheng's Jiangcheng Literature and Art. You must have kept it from me.

On New Year's Eve, my high school granddaughter cried so much after reading the book that she was admitted to the hospital! Please sign your name for her, she really likes your novel."

Director Fang was holding a book with a very distinctive cover, which was Fang Cao, and handed it to Cheng Kaiyan.

Crying to the hospital?
It turns out that the news was talking about your granddaughter!
Cheng Kaiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, then sign it."

As he spoke, he signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

"Professor Jiang, your comrade Xiao Cheng is so outstanding. Professor Jiang has trained him well. Our Beijing Normal University Chinese Department has produced a great writer. As an elder, you have also made great contributions!"

Director Fang took back the book with satisfaction and said to Jiang Ting with a smile.

"Director Fang praised me highly. It's all due to Kaiyan's hard work."

Jiang Ting felt proud when she heard this, and her pretty face, which had been cold just now, now blossomed into a beautiful smile.

For a moment, the people who stopped at the door were amazed.

I didn’t expect that this cold Professor Jiang would look so good when he smiles!

Han Zhaoqi also did not leave the conference room. He was organizing his things.

"Fragrant Grass? Did Cheng Kaiyan really write "Fragrant Grass"?

At this time, after hearing what Director Fang and Cheng Kaiyan said, he was finally shocked and cried out.

He was extremely surprised. You know, he had just denied this guess in the morning, but he didn't expect it to be confirmed now.

"Fragrant Grass?! Is it the same book that was mentioned in the People's Daily? I heard from a friend who works in the city that the reason why the editorial on the 29th about completely abolishing the "Go to the Countryside and Mountain Areas" movement was published so quickly was because of this novel."

"Oh my god! It was actually written by our Chinese department teacher!"

"Our Chinese department actually produced a great writer!"

At this time, some teachers also reacted and exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)