I'm The Hard Rice King

Chapter 25 School starts

At the gate of North China Normal University, there is a lot of traffic and crowds of people.

Li Peifeng wore a black trench coat with drapey casual pants, Martin boots on her feet, and a computer bag on her shoulder. With two long legs, she followed the crowd into the liberal arts college of the campus.

The moment he merged into the crowd, he was like a little red in the green bush; a firefly in the dark; a drop of water melting into the oil pan.

His strong and upright figure made him stand out among the crowd, and his sculpted and heroic face had to make the school girls look at him frequently. His clothes fluttered behind his master, and he danced gracefully and handsomely in the late autumn wind, like a bird. Black butterflies flutter, leaving a faint scent...

Whenever he went somewhere, the girls there would look at him with admiration or curiosity.

"Li Peifeng? It's rare to come to school in person!"

"Lift your glass and look at the blue sky, it's as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind! It looks really delicious, the sour and sweet taste makes you want to fall in love!"

"His Liu~His Liu~ Weird, he seems to have become more handsome!"

"Well, before you saw him, you only wiped his saliva once, but now you wipe it twice!"

"Finally, I met him. He is a legendary figure! He is so handsome that he deserves his reputation! We are so in love with him!"

"Is this... is this the mysterious Beihua green tea harvester, the scumbag stamp collecting enthusiast, and the school idol recognized by all the teachers and students of the school - Li Peifeng?!"

“Hmph, I’m going to order this grass!”

"That's right, we can't eat what Man Ning, Die Meng, Luo Rou... those green tea bitches, scumbags, and Neptune eat?"

"You must eat him!"

Some sluts with fierce looks in their eyes, ready to attack, surrounded Li Peifeng, waiting for the opportunity to move.

…

School hunk, LOW’s nickname is worn on the surface!

School, school, no problem!

Grass? plant? green!

verb? vulgar! frivolous! Vulgar! Too vulgar!

This boring phrase should be stamped with 404, signed by Mr. Mosaic, and disappear completely.

Li Peifeng really didn't know how his title of school belle was recognized. Anyway, as far as he knew, North China Normal University did not have a committee specifically responsible for evaluating the school belle.

This was originally a joking nickname given to him by the girls around him. Later, he often performed on stage at campus parties, and the nickname gradually spread, which also brought Li Peifeng more attention from the opposite sex.

Whenever he appears in this normal school with a male to female ratio of 3:7, he has to face the comments and wolf-like looks of his fellow juniors.

But this time, the level was obviously countless times more violent than before, and even somewhat dramatic and exaggerated, which made Li Peifeng a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because of his facial transformation and the fact that he secretly rubbed some Breath of the Underworld on himself before leaving in the morning?

My face has nowhere to go! !

"What does this smell like?"

"It smells so good..."

The girls who were closer to him smelled a faint fragrance that was indescribable and impossible to ignore, inexplicable comfort and irresistible temptation. They couldn't help but get closer, peeking sideways and following suit.

Many of them were brave and took the initiative to talk to them.

"Senior, can you add Weixin?"

"Senior, do you know how to get to the library on campus? Can you take me there? Can I treat you to dinner as a thank you?"

"Are you the legendary school idol? Very good, you have successfully attracted my attention! You must scan this QR code within three seconds, otherwise..."

Very good, very nymphomaniacal, exactly like the zombies in the movie!

From a certain perspective, Breath of the Underworld is roughly equivalent to the T-Virus.

I hope that when I meet Lao Zhao, he will have the same reaction!

"Sorry, something happened, let's talk about it next time!"

Li Peifeng quickened his pace slightly. They politely refused and continued walking inside.

With no accidents along the way, Li Peifeng arrived at the third floor of the office building of the School of Liberal Arts and knocked on the door of an office.

"Enter."

Li Peifeng pushed the door open and entered. A female teacher was staring at the computer monitor, and she turned her head slightly when she saw the person coming.

Dark red shoulder-length straight hair, thin and sexy lips exuding a faint temptation, slender eyes slightly upturned, containing a hint of charm, gold-rimmed glasses adding a cool and intellectual temperament .

This is Li Peifeng's graduate tutor, Zhao Qingge, a 33-year-old associate professor in the Chinese Department of North China Normal University.

Some students said that Zhao Qingge is the most beautiful teacher in Beihua Normal University, and Li Peifeng agreed.

But before, for his own studies, he respected Lao Zhao just like his own mother, and never dared to think anything wrong.

Today, however, Li Peifeng deliberately moved closer, stood behind the screen, and said doubtfully, "Guard, you asked me to come..."

“The new article is well written!”

Zhao Qingge's hand did not let go of the mouse, and his eyes were still focused on the document displayed on the screen: "But many aspects have not been written, and some more need to be added. I have made comments for you, and you can take it back and correct it."

"Hmm, you say."

Lao Zhao's performance was the same, and Li Peifeng could only enter the working state.

What is displayed on the computer screen is a word document called; "Analysis of the Pulse of Female Channel Internet Literature".

There is also a line of subtitles on the current page; taking my work "One Hundred and Eight Treasures from a Female Queen; I Become a Boss in Liangshan" as an example, I will conduct an in-depth analysis of the success factors and existing problems of current female online literature.

For many years, Li Peifeng has kept strictly confidential his pen name, book titles, novel content, readership and other information. Even his classmates, teachers, friends and parents do not know about it. He has never let out any news.

But the paper was too difficult to write. Before this paper, Li Peifeng had written three more papers. Although Zhao Qingge took the lead, the inspiration had dried up.

In the last semester of his second year of graduate school, Li Peifeng had no choice but to let go of his shame and use his own work to write a thesis in order to successfully transfer to a PhD. He completed the first draft before the National Day holiday and sent it to his advisor.

I don’t pretend anymore, I show my cards, I want to study myself!

To put it simply, this paper is an analysis of Li Peifeng's own works and creative experience, mixed with self-criticism, self-criticism and criticism. Not only for my own works, but also for online literature as a whole...it's actually water!

But Zhao Qingge of Shui was very satisfied, so it was a success.

"Take some time and write well. I will help you contact the editor when the time comes. The first-level Chinese core should be no problem, and you will complete it independently this time. The first work is yours."

The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and Zhao Qingge made suggestions for modifying the format of the paper and the citations in the abstract. Li Peifeng saved the annotated electronic version of the paper to his USB flash drive and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Qingge muttered: "I have already said hello to you for the PhD interview next month, but some people in the professor group are very curious about you, so be mentally prepared."

Li Peifeng was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, but he was still lucky: "Why are they... curious about me?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Qingge leaned back, folded his hands on his chest, and chuckled: "Although the Chinese Department does not train writers, out of love for literature, most of our students and teachers in the School of Liberal Arts have tried writing. Traditional literature is not Mention, no one has established a foothold in the field of online literature. As far as I know, many online articles written by students have not been signed, and those written by teachers have not achieved much success."

"But Professor Gong from the School of Business Administration next door, who changed his pen name to Qi Cheng, wrote several books at the end of the road, and became a great writer. An engineering professor became famous for writing online articles, and the School of Liberal Arts was completely wiped out... This Where can I go to reason?"

"it's good now."

Zhao Qingge looked at his disciple with admiration on his face: "Our School of Liberal Arts has finally produced an online writer who is very successful in writing female pornographic novels. Although he is not a great master, he can still be considered a small celebrity. Teachers, you are so grateful It's normal to be curious, and the interview is just a formality. I won't make things difficult for you. I'll ask you at most some questions about your online creations over the years and your mental journey."

I have 10,000 sayings about mother selling and I don’t know if I should say it or not!

Is that an interview? That would be my public execution!

Li Peifeng was confused: "I remember I asked you to keep it a secret. How did other teachers know about this?"

He now seriously doubted that Zhao Qingge took the initiative to tell this matter in order to insult his colleagues!

Zhao Qingge smiled and comforted: "I haven't told them your pen name and works for the time being, but it will be known sooner or later. Even if you don't know it now, when your paper is published in the future, if it is included in the core journals, all teachers and students will know it." They will also see what novels you have written."

Oops, forgot about this layer!

Li Peifeng was already sweating on his forehead. He quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the TT software, and directly set the book club group to not allow anyone to join the group.

However, the person in front of me knows her pen name, has she already infiltrated it? Will the meat photo I posted yesterday also...

Zhao Qingge thought about it, tapped his chin with the fingers of his right hand, and said in a longing tone: "Actually, I am considering whether to hold an online literature lecture in the School of Liberal Arts. You will attend as the fifth-level writer of the terminal female channel 'One or Two Winds in the World' The main content is about the comparison and collision of the wild growth of Internet literature, which gives us new thinking about 'literariness'..."

"Although you are not a well-known online writer, some people in the school should have read your books. The lectures should be full by then, right?"

"..."

Li Peifeng remained silent, but his eyes seemed to speak a thousand words.

If you want to kill someone alone, you can't hide your eyes!

The leaderboard has dropped to nineteen, hurry up! ! !

(End of chapter)