1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 127: A packed foreign literature appreciation class and writer class
The next day was Monday.

The thin sunlight in the early morning came in from the central axis of the capital, and the hazy fog in the campus of Beijing Normal University looked particularly hazy under the sunlight.

The playground of Beijing Normal University is full of vibrant green. The grass that was withered a few days ago has now sprouted new buds, and the tender branches and leaves are covered with dewdrops and trembling in the wind.

A tall figure passed by, and his brisk steps brought up the black coal slag on the runway, covering the grass beside the runway.

"Whoosh-"

Cheng Kaiyan took a step forward, maintaining a breathing rhythm of three inhalations and three exhalations, and exercising his physical fitness in an orderly manner.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

Twenty minutes passed and Cheng Kaiyan slowed down his pace and adjusted his breathing rate.

"I didn't expect it to heal so quickly. I thought this old injury would stay with me for the rest of my life."

Cheng Kaiyan raised his hand and pressed it on his chest where he had been injured. The wound had long since healed, and the skin and flesh after the bullet hole was removed were as smooth as new, without even a trace of a scar.

The touch is the same as the skin on other parts of the body, except that the skin color of the wound is much lighter.

The excruciating pain I felt when returning to the city has now been replaced by a slight tingling sensation as my skin and flesh grow back.

During this period, he maintained exercise, and ate healthy and good meals. With his abundant vitality, his whole body seemed to be reshaped and full of new vitality.

He remembered what Uncle Yi at the entrance of the alley said when he was examining the patient. His life span would be much longer than that of the average person. It must be related to rebirth, but no one knew how long it would be. They could only wait for time to prove it.

I feel the surging power of the heart in my chest, which is like a new life, firing on all cylinders, continuously pumping blood throughout my body, and every cell in my body is excited.

A brand new life, a life with infinite possibilities, is right at your feet.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the pale golden sun rising from the distant horizon. He felt extremely calm and even had the urge to look down.

After finishing his exercise, he withdrew his gaze, wiped the sweat off his face, and turned to leave the playground.

In the corner of the playground, a fat old man who was exercising swallowed his saliva and said, "This kid ran so many laps and acted like nothing happened, and he still said he doesn't know qigong?"

……

In the corridor of the Chinese Department office, the lights were off in the square corridor, and it was dark on both sides, with only the large window at the end casting a dim and dazzling light.

It was still early and only a few professors' offices were open.

"Wow~"

Cheng Kaiyan took out the key, opened the office door, returned to his seat and continued studying English.

Although my hope of upgrading from undergraduate to college has been dashed, I cannot neglect English. After all, it is a widely used language in the world and it is worthwhile to learn it.

Cheng Kaiyan took notes in the vocabulary notebook for a while, then pressed the definition and quickly recalled it.

Time passed by unknowingly until Jiang Ting pushed the door open. Today she was wearing a gray wool coat with a high collar and a red scarf covering her fair neck.

After returning to the room, perhaps because he was too stuffy, he raised his hand to loosen it and smoothed the collar.

Jiang Ting saw Cheng Kaiyan coming to the office early, and her cold face thawed a little. She asked calmly: "I have a class later, do you want to go? Or study in the office?"

"Go ahead. Auntie, you are a very good lecturer and have a wide range of knowledge. I listen to your lectures very seriously. The job of teaching assistant is just incidental." Cheng Kaiyan looked up and responded.

"Well, take good notes then."

Jiang Ting nodded and returned to her seat carrying her briefcase.

After a week of slacking off at the start of school last week, I finally had the first class of the new semester today.

This semester's "Foreign Literature Appreciation" course is scheduled on Mondays and Fridays.

Two days a week, weekday mornings and Friday afternoons.

The course schedule is pretty easy.

What neither of them expected was that although the arrangement was easy, the class was not easy, or to be more precise, the number of people was not easy.

Generally speaking, there are a maximum of 100 students in a class. Any more will exceed the classroom capacity.

……

The second floor, classroom 401.

The class for the elective course "Appreciation of Foreign Literature" is held here, the same old place.

Early in the morning, Song Jianchun, Liu Shu and several of their roommates came to classroom 401 with breakfast and were surprised to find that the classroom was already full of a group of unfamiliar students, with only a few empty seats left.

Although I didn't know them, the chimes on the school emblem were enough to prove their identities. They were students of Beijing Normal University, just from other colleges.

"What's going on? Why are there so many people?"

Liu Shu's dark face was full of shock, his eyes moving left and right, looking for the few remaining empty seats in the classroom.

"Oh, they should be here for Teacher Cheng. They are students from other departments."

Song Jianchun explained softly that although his elder brother's drinking of sleeping pills had nothing to do with Cheng Kaiyan directly, he still felt a little complicated when he mentioned this name.

"Is Cheng Kaiyan so famous now?"

Although Liu Shu knew that Cheng Kaiyan had become a well-known writer because of her book "Fragrant Grass", he was still shocked when he saw the classroom was crowded with students from other colleges who came specifically to see Cheng Kaiyan.

"Stop talking and find a seat!"

……

Ever since the news that a great writer emerged from the Chinese Department spread from some teachers in the office last week, many teachers and students at Beijing Normal University have become extremely curious about the teaching assistant Cheng Kaiyan.

There are many celebrities in Beijing Normal University, but compared with other universities like Peking University, the number of famous writers and poets in the school is not as many.

Liang Xiaobin, a poet who once wrote "China, I Lost My Keys", was poor and destitute, but was sought after and supported by students and teachers from Beijing Normal University. He was even an outsider who lived in the home of Jiang Yong, a school newspaper teacher.

It can be seen how much the teachers and students of Beijing Normal University admire poets and writers, let alone a great writer like Cheng Kaiyan who wrote "Fragrant Grass"?

And he is one of us.

……

Although they were curious, they had only heard of this person and had never seen him.

Because he is very low-key and basically stays in the office, library and cafeteria, few people have seen his real face except for students who have taken foreign studies appreciation courses in the Chinese Department.

Even when he was surrounded by students in the cafeteria last time, he ran away.

Therefore, after hearing that this person has a class today, Monday, many students come with their copies of "Fragrant Grass" and "Children's Literature".

By 7:50, the entire auditorium was already full.

In addition to students from the Chinese Department, there were also many students from other departments who came to attend classes. When some students from other departments heard that the class was full, they immediately ran back to the dormitory to get their stools.

The classroom was bustling with activity. Everyone was looking forward to meeting the great writer who wrote "Fragrant Grass" and was discussing excitedly.

"Why can't we in the Department of Art Education take this course? Doesn't every college student need to appreciate foreign literature? Why is it only offered to the Chinese department, when the Chinese department is still valued?"

"Isn't it? The Chinese Department has thousands of teachers and students, making it one of the largest departments in our Normal University, with a strong faculty. And Professor Jiang is a very good lecturer. I heard from my Chinese classmates that when Professor Jiang talked about articles, he would also talk about the customs and practices of foreign countries at that time.

In addition to this professor, the assistant teacher of this class, Cheng Kaiyan, is also a famous writer in our school. I didn’t expect that the teachers of the foreign literature appreciation class are so famous. It’s a pity that those of us from other departments can only audit the class, otherwise I really want to come to the class!"

"We met Mr. Cheng in the library last week. He is tall and handsome, and he is the perfect example of a scholar who is as modest as jade."

"Really? Does she look good? How does she compare to Mr. Tang Guoqiang who played Xiaohua?"

"Much prettier. Teacher Tang's square face isn't as pretty as Teacher Cheng's! You'll know when you see her later."

Several girls from the Art Education Department sat in the second row, gossiping.

Several male students behind him also joined in the discussion, but they focused more on the teacher Jiang Ting. When they mentioned her, their eyes were full of anticipation.

"I heard that their teacher for this class is Professor Jiang, who studied abroad at Humboldt University in Berlin, East Germany. My friends in the Chinese department said she's a great beauty, but she's very cold."

"I heard that Professor Jiang and Teacher Cheng seem to be relatives. Both of them are not ordinary people. They are a great professor and a great writer."

"I just don't know whether what you said is true or not. Great writer? Why do I feel like it's just a coincidence? A writer who can write about Fangcao must be at least 30 years old. As far as I know, this assistant teacher Cheng is only in his twenties, right?"

A boy from the Chemistry Department expressed his disbelief, but he still stared out the classroom door without blinking, looking forward to the arrival of class time.

The school bell rang.

The students in the classroom were all fully alert, staring at the classroom door.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps.

In the bright and soft morning sunshine, a woman and a man appeared in front of the young students one after another. Everyone in the classroom looked up and was amazed.

Jiang Ting walked into the classroom with a stern face and dignified steps. Seeing the crowded classroom, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. As a woman of good character, she naturally made some guesses and thought:
"Oh, Kaiyan is quite famous? A great writer!"

She glanced at Cheng Kaiyan who followed behind her, reached out and took Cheng Kaiyan's arm and walked up to the podium with him.

Looking at the students in the audience, she introduced herself: "Students, welcome to take this course "Foreign Literature Appreciation". I am the main lecturer Jiang Ting, and this is our assistant Cheng Kaiyan. He will assist me and everyone in completing the course teaching arrangement for this semester. If you have any questions, please contact him."

"Hello everyone, I am your assistant Tutor Kaiyan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students applauded to show their welcome.

As the self-introductions ended, everyone started whispering to each other.

"Teacher Cheng! I have a question for you. Teachers and students at Normal University are saying that you are the author of "Fragrant Grass" and "Submarine at Night". Is that true?"

A girl with long hair raised her hand with a red face, and the noisy atmosphere in the classroom suddenly quieted down.

Everyone looked at her with curiosity and expectation, and held their breath waiting for Cheng Kaiyan's answer.

Cheng Kaiyan laughed. It turned out that many people still couldn't believe it?
"Yes, what was said in school is true, but I can't be considered a great writer. I am just a little famous."

As soon as these words were spoken, a heavy weight fell from the students’ hearts.

"it is true!"

"Our Beijing Normal University has finally produced a great writer!"

There was a lot of discussion and noise in the classroom, which made Jiang Ting frown slightly.

"Class begins!"

Cheng Kaiyan noticed it carefully and shouted.

Everyone in the classroom then realized that the class had started and they all shut up.

The content of today's class was a novel called "The Plague", which Jiang Ting explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Due to the high quality of the course, the students in the classroom soon focused their attention on the course knowledge. Even though they were curious about Cheng Kaiyan, knowledge was the most important thing in their hearts.

……

in the corridor.

Director Fang and Mr. Qi Gong accompanied the principal on a patrol and inspection of the teaching building.

The principal was stunned when he saw the situation in classroom 401, and asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why are there so many people in one classroom?"

Director Fang glanced at the teacher on the podium and found that it was Jiang Ting. He quickly reacted and explained to the principal with a smile: "These students came to take the class because of Comrade Cheng from our Chinese Department. You also know that our Chinese Department suddenly has a great writer, so it is normal to attract the attention of students."

"Yes, he is a talented person and deserves to be cultivated by the school. What is his academic qualification?"

The principal had also heard about it from the teachers in the school, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked.

Hearing this, Director Fang coughed lightly and said, "Although Comrade Xiao Cheng only has a high school degree, he previously asked me about our school's correspondence courses, but now it is the Spring Festival semester and there are no conditions for enrollment."

Having said that, he quickly told the principal that Professor Xiao Jiang was instigating Cheng Kaiyan to take the entrance exam for Peking University.

"Is there such a thing?"

The principal took a puff of cigarette and frowned.

Professor Jiang is of great background, and her nephew is also a talent. If they let these two people get away, Beijing Normal University will suffer a great loss.

“People go up, water flows down. People who want to make progress cannot be stopped.”

Mr. Qi Gong shook his head and said.

"First think of a way to keep these two aunt and nephew..."

The principal frowned, and suddenly remembered something, "Writer, writer... Mr. Qi Gong, do you still remember that at the Fourth National Congress of Writers last October, Xu Gang from the Literature Institute proposed to establish a writers class with our Beijing Normal University?"

"Writers class? Didn't you disagree last year?"

Director Fang's frown suddenly relaxed.

“That’s because at this time last year, the Literature Institute was still preparing to resume operations. It didn’t even have a main body, and there was no funding. How could it be organized?

In addition, Peking University also shouted the slogan that Peking University will not train writers, but let society train writers, so this matter was naturally shelved.

However, things took a turn for the better this year and the literature institute has been restored.

Xu Gang is now the leader of the preparatory group and has recruited dozens of students. He is now actively preparing for the fifth session of the newly resumed literature workshop. "The principal explained.

“I heard that they have borrowed the school building and lecture venue from Chaoyang District Committee D School, and they invited me to be a lecturer a while ago to talk about Dream of the Red Chamber.

If you, Old Chen, agree, Xu Gang will definitely agree. If the two companies co-host the book, it will only be a matter of filing a report to the Writers Association, which is very easy." Qi Gong analyzed.

"Let's discuss this in a meeting later."

Principal Chen nodded thoughtfully.

"No problem. I'll go look for Xu Gang tomorrow."

"Thank you for your hard work, old Fang."

After the class, the bell rang.

The first row where Cheng Kaiyan was located was soon surrounded by students, who asked them all kinds of questions. Cheng Kaiyan answered them one by one and signed autographs for them.

Cheng Kaiyan now only wants everyone's curiosity to disappear quickly.

Jiang Ting, who was standing next to him, was drinking tea and watching his fun with a smile in her eyes.

I didn't expect that a cheap nephew I picked up randomly as a teaching assistant would be so popular?

Just thinking about it makes me feel how wonderful fate is.

Looking at the popular Cheng Kaiyan, Jiang Ting suddenly stood up and clapped her hands on the podium, making a crisp sound. Everyone suddenly quieted down and looked up at the podium.

"Since our teacher Cheng is so popular, let him give a lecture on Friday's foreign literature appreciation class. What do you think?"

Jiang Ting glanced around and announced loudly to all the students.

As she spoke, her pretty face suddenly blossomed like a thawing rose, brilliant and beautiful.

"Good good!"

"A great writer like Teacher Xiao Cheng must be a great lecturer!"

When the students heard Jiang Ting's words, they cheered.

"That is, we want to hear something different! Talk about love! Talk about love!"

In the crowd, Ji Qinglan put her arm around Zhao Ruixue's shoulders and shouted while watching the fun.

"Yes!"

This proposal was immediately enthusiastically echoed by someone.

Cheng Kaiyan's eyes suddenly went dark and he quickly glared at Ji Qinglan and the other three.

Good job, my aunt! Good job, Ji Qinglan!

Are you trying to trick me?
Thanks to Wanfengduxingzhou and Wushengdeyefeng for the 100-point reward.

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