My era, 1979!

Chapter 70: The Sect's Holy Son Has Outstanding Talent and Successfully Chosen the Other?

After reading it, he paused briefly and explained, "This passage emphasizes that the core of comparative literature is not superficial comparison, but finding the common spiritual core of different cultures through dialogue."

A hint of surprise flashed in Jia Zhifang's eyes, and she asked again, "Did you learn English when you were sent to the countryside?"

That's definitely true!

Xu Chengjun scratched his head: "I learned it from the radio, and also from a well-worn English-Chinese concise dictionary. I would look up any unfamiliar words, and gradually I got the hang of it."

Professors: You actually practiced broadcasting to this level?!
Fine, you're awesome, that's all.

Zhu Dongrun laughed from the side, "It's already very standard. Old Jia has passed this test. Foreign languages ​​are indeed indispensable for academic pursuits."

Actually, I also speak Spanish!
Xu Chengjun hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say that he knew Spanish.

The line between genius and madness is very thin.

The throne and the iron fence were only centimeters apart.

As he spoke, Zhu picked up Xu Chengjun's thesis again.

"Xiao Xu's paper was also very well written. Saying it's at the master's level would be an understatement. I'm too old to be sure. What does Pei Heng think about this?"

No longer calling each other comrades?
There is a play.

During the morning's Q&A session, all the professors had already reviewed the papers.

This kid isn't just good at talking, he's also a good writer.

The article is indeed of high quality, so why do professors only talk about theory?
The article is right here; the ability is evident!

The pressure was put on Professor Zhang.

But they're not stupid after all these years.

I don't understand what my teacher means.
Zhang Peiheng raised an eyebrow, tapped his fingertips on the table, and pondered for a moment: "According to the rules, we should indeed start with an undergraduate degree."

The atmosphere in the meeting room was somewhat heavy.

"But rules are rigid, people are flexible."

Xu Chengjun thought to himself: Can't you at least stop panting?
"Everyone saw Comrade Xu's performance today, and everyone has also reviewed his works and papers, including one published in a provincial journal, 'The Granary,' and another published in 'Harvest,' titled 'The Fitting Mirror.' His foundation is indeed solid."

What do university professors actually value most? Your ability to conduct literary research.

Is creative ability important?
Extremely important.

However, it's not part of the literary studies circle.

Therefore, even in the article "The Fitting Mirror" published in Harvest, it was only mentioned briefly.

What convinced Xu Chengjun to recommend him for graduate studies was his dissertation and knowledge base.

The artwork is just a stepping stone.

"Or rather, it's not just enough, it's amazing. In principle, I agree to Comrade Xu Chengjun's decision to pursue a master's degree without meeting the usual requirements."

"I second that," Wang Shuizhao said, showing considerable respect.

"I agree too." It was actually Old Jia who spoke up?

Su Liancheng and Old Zhu hadn't spoken yet.

Me too?
Professor Zhang then changed the subject, "However, there's a condition: students must pass the undergraduate core courses before graduating in the first semester of this year. The exams will be set by professors and lecturers in the department. Only those who pass will be considered graduate students."

"Before that, I was taking both undergraduate and graduate courses, and then I received my graduate school admission notice."

Xu Chengjun curled his lip, "Trying to have your cake and eat it too, huh!"

After saying that, Zhang Peiheng smiled and glanced at the other professors: "If you all disagree, and if Xiao Xu becomes famous for his level, we will most likely be 'famous in history'!"

Isn't it obvious what this means?

Doesn't he understand what his teacher means?

After speaking, he glanced at the professors and Academic Affairs Officer Sun: "Does anyone have any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads.

You've already been appointed as the future department head, while your current department head is still sitting right here!

Is that all there is to it?
What are our opinions?

After looking around, Professor Zhang nodded and then said, "Graduate students need to choose a supervisor. Would you be willing to choose me as your supervisor, Comrade Xu?"

Are you about to pick the peaches?

I, Wang Shuizhao, think that won't work!

As soon as Zhang Peiheng finished speaking, Wang Shuizhao put down his teacup and said casually, "I think Xiao Xu's idea of ​​an 'academic genealogy chart' is exactly what I'm looking for in my research on the academic history of modern and contemporary literature! With me, research results can be implemented the fastest."

Naked academic temptation~

Zhang Peiheng: Why are you in such a hurry, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes?
Su Liancheng couldn't help but speak up: "Xiao Xu's prediction of 'root-seeking literature' is extremely accurate. The academic community is about to launch related research. I have a lot of first-hand materials on educated youth literature and rural literature. By following me, we can better integrate theoretical research with literary reality. This is the fertile ground for the growth of 'living trees'."

Father and son go into battle!
Who says a father-in-law isn't a father!
In the end,
Old Zhu even stroked his beard and chuckled: "Young Xu studies the modern transformation of traditional literary theory, which is based on classical literature. He can do it too if he follows me!"

Zhang Peiheng: No! Teacher?

The conference room instantly erupted into chaos, with several usually mild-mannered professors arguing like children fighting over candy. Zhang Peiheng tapped the table, feigning displeasure.

Xu Chengjun laughed.

Is this because the sect's holy son has exceptional talent and successfully reverse-selected?

At this moment, Academic Affairs Officer Sun timidly raised his hand, and at Professor Zhu's prompting, he said, "Professors, how about letting Xu write an article first? We have this process in the interviews for both graduate and undergraduate students, and it will give you all a break?"

What a load of rubbish!

Let these people discuss it later, so they don't embarrass themselves!
The key is that the archives also need the original manuscripts!
Professor Zhu nodded: "Provincial Director Sun is right. We need to complete the procedures. Let Xu write an article on his hometown. There are no restrictions on the subject matter, but it should be at least 1,000 words. How about that?"

My hometown last year, my birthplace this year.

Could you be any more perfunctory?
Sun, the academic affairs officer, rubbed his forehead.

Several professors filed out of the conference room.

Xu Chengjun's initial excitement has subsided.

I'm starting to think about writing something.

Hometown?
What's in Xujiatun?
After a long while, I picked up my pen and wrote it down.
When writing an article.

The wooden chairs in the conference room were still cool. Xu Chengjun rested one hand on the table while writing furiously with the other.

My thoughts began to wander.

The sounds of the professors discussing in the corridor gradually faded away.

The wall clock had just struck twelve when a soft "click" sounded, and the door was pushed open a crack.

Su Manshu peeked in halfway, her pale white shirt collar dusty, carrying a small wicker lunchbox. Seeing that he was alone, she tiptoed in.

"I heard from Grandpa Zhang that the professors went to their offices."

"The glutinous rice cakes in the cafeteria have just been steamed. I'll quickly eat a couple of bites while no one's around."

As the lunchbox was opened, steam mingled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted out.

Two square pieces of glutinous rice cake lay at the bottom, sprinkled with fine white sugar.

The small dish on top is filled with salty dried radish, and next to it is a perfectly boiled tea egg.

"Interviews are mentally taxing,"

She squatted down beside the table, saying, "Glutinous rice keeps you full, and dried radish helps cut through the greasiness; you can sneak a bite of either of these."

As she spoke, she stuffed a pair of bamboo chopsticks into his hand, accidentally brushing against the back of his hand, and then hurriedly pulled them back.

Xu Chengjun picked up a glutinous rice cake, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled his nostrils.

This pastry is exquisitely made, with neat edges. It was clearly a small, specially selected pastry that doesn't show up in your mouth.

How did you know I hadn't eaten?

"I guessed." She looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"Professor Zhang and his colleagues don't always have a set time for their discussions, so we can't let you have an interview on an empty stomach."

"Don't overthink it, I'm afraid the great poet will starve!"

"Then let him starve to death. Maybe starving to death will make him more famous."

Stop joking! Eat up!

"How can that be called poverty? It's about being poor in life but dying nobly!"

"I can't be bothered with you! I'm leaving. Just leave your food behind the door when you're done eating."

Su Manshu walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, and turned to look at Xu Chengjun: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Yes, thank you, Teacher Su."

"It's gone?"

For example, how did the interview go? You idiot!

"Oh, right, you also need to plan to go eat at Green Wave Corridor!"

Xu Chengjun gave Su Manshu a "V" sign, and Su Manshu was stunned for a long time.

Eating at Green Wave Corridor, and speaking in that tone, doesn't that mean you passed the exam?

Very good!
"Really!"

Actually, ever since Xu Chengjun's interview, Su Manshu had been reading a book next door. She read for a long time, but her mind was restless, and she couldn't explain why she was like this.

Perhaps they're worried he won't get into Fudan University?
The more I think about it, the more confused I get.

I decided to go into the corridor. These days, doors aren't soundproof, and as soon as I came out, I heard Xu Chengjun saying, "Only what is national is more qualified to become international."

This sentence kept her pondering all morning; no wonder she's the person who wrote "Walking Towards the Light."

As expected
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(End of this chapter)