At the gate of Beihua University, it was bustling with cars and a crowd of people.
Li Peifeng wore a black trench coat with casual pants that had a draping effect, donned Martin boots, slung a laptop bag over his shoulder, and stepped with his long legs, dashing into the School of Arts and Sciences along with the crowd.
The mont he rged into the flow of people, he was like a splash of red among a sea of green; a firefly in the dark; a drop of water rging into a hot oil pan.
His robust and upright figure made him stand out in the crowd, and his chiseled, handso face inevitably drew the frequent glances of first-year female students, with the hem of his coat lightly fluttering behind him, dancing suavely and dashingly in the late autumn wind, like a black butterfly leaving behind a slight trace of fragrance...
Every ti he walked to a place, the girls there cast admiring or curious gazes toward him.
"Li Peifeng? How rare, to see you co to school in person!"
"To raise the cup and glance into the azure sky, as white as jade trees bending in the wind! He does indeed look delicious, with a sour and sweet aroma that makes people want to fall in love!"
"Sssss~ How strange, he seems to have gotten even more handso!"
"Yeah, before you only wiped your drool once when you saw him, now it’s twice!"
"Finally t him, the legendary figure! His handsoness is well-deserved! I just fell for him hard!"
"Is this... is this the infamous heartbreaker of Beihua, a reputed school facade—Li Peifeng?!"
"Hmph, I claim this grass for myself!"
"Exactly, exactly, who says we can’t have what Manning, Butterfly Dream, Luorou, those fake and unfaithful girls, enjoy?"
"It’s a must to win him!"
So infatuated girls showed fierce gazes, ready to pounce, circling around Li Peifeng awaiting their chance.
...
The title of school facade, a nickna lowered to the ground!
School, that’s fine!
Facade? A plant? Green!
A verb? Crude! Frivolous! Vulgar! Cannot be endured!
This kind of worthless phrase should be sealed with a big 404 stamp, bearing a signature from Mr. Mosaic, disappearing completely.
Li Peifeng honestly didn’t know how he got recognized with the school facade title, as far as he knew, Beihua didn’t have a committee dedicated to evaluating these titles.
This was initially a teasing nickna given by the girls around him, which later spread as he often perford at school evening parties, also bringing him more female attention.
Every ti he appeared in this school with a gender ratio of 3:7 (male to female), he had to face comnts and wolf-like stares from junior and senior students.
But this ti, the degree was evidently a thousand tis stronger, even sowhat theatrically exaggerated, making Li Peifeng slightly uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because of facial reconstruction, and he secretly applied so Nether Sea essence on himself before leaving in the morning?
Oh, my overwhelming handsoness!!
"What is this scent?"
"It slls so good..."
Girls near him caught a faint, indescribable yet unignorable fragrance, leading to an inexplicable comfort and irresistible allure, unconsciously drawing them closer, while sneaking peeks and following suit.
Among them, the brave ones stepped forward to initiate a conversation.
"Senior, can I add you on WeChat?"
"Senior, do you know how to get to the campus library and can you show the way? I can treat you to a al to thank you, okay?"
"Are you the legendary school facade? Good, you’ve successfully caught my attention! You have three seconds to scan this QR code, or else..."
Great, very infatuated, just like zombies in movies!
From a certain angle, Nether Sea essence is equivalent to the T-virus.
Hoping that when eting Old Zhao later, he reacts the sa!
"Sorry, I’m busy, maybe next ti!"
Li Peifeng slightly quickened his pace, politely declining one by one, continuing his way inside.
The journey was without danger, Li Peifeng arrived at the third floor of the School of Arts and Sciences office building and knocked on a certain office door.
"Co in."
Li Peifeng pushed the door open and entered. A female teacher was staring at the computer monitor, only turning her head slightly upon seeing him.
Her dark red, shoulder-length straight hair, thin sensual lips exuded a subtle allure, slender eyes slightly upturned, carried a hint of charm, and her gold-rimd glasses added a touch of cool intellect.
This is Li Peifeng’s graduate ntor, Zhao Qingge, a 33-year-old associate professor in the Chinese Departnt at Beihua Normal University.
So students say Zhao Qingge is the most beautiful among the teachers at Beihua University, and Li Peifeng agrees.
But earlier, out of respect for his studies, he treated Old Zhao as he would his own mother, never daring to entertain any improper thoughts.
However, today, Li Peifeng intentionally leaned in, standing behind the screen, puzzled, "ntor, you called here because..."
"Your new article is well-written!"
Zhao Qingge did not let go of the mouse, her eyes still focused on the docunt displayed on the screen: "But many aspects were not covered; you need to add more. I’ve added comnts for you to take back and revise."
"Okay, okay, you say."
Old Zhao’s deanor was completely normal, and Li Peifeng could do nothing but get into work mode.
The computer screen displayed a Word docunt, titled: "Exploration of Trends in Won’s Online Literature."
The current page also had a subtitle: Using my work "One Hundred and Eight Treasures of Female Respect; I’m a Big Shot on Liang Mountain" as an example to deeply analyze the success factors and existing issues in current won’s online literature.
For many years, Li Peifeng had kept information about his pen na, book titles, novel content, reader groups, etc., strictly confidential, not even revealing anything to classmates, teachers, friends, or parents.
But the thesis was too hard to write. Before this paper, Li Peifeng had already written three others. Even though Zhao Qingge was leading the way, inspiration had already dried up.
In the first sester of his second year of graduate school, to transition smoothly to a doctorate, Li Peifeng had to put aside his sha, use his own work to write a paper, and complete the first draft before the National Day holidays, sending it to his ntor.
I’m dropping the act, I’ve laid it all out, I’m going to study myself!
This paper, in simple terms, is an analytical piece about Li Peifeng’s own works and creative experience, interspersed with self-criticism and critique, not just of his own works but of online literature as a whole... It’s essentially fluff!
But Zhao Qingge was very satisfied with the fluff, which ant it was a success.
"Put so effort in, write well. When the ti cos, I’ll help you contact the editors. A first-tier Chinese core journal shouldn’t be a problem, and this ti it’s independently completed by you; your na will be the first author."
The two talked for over ten minutes, and Zhao Qingge offered suggestions regarding the format and citation in the abstract section of the paper. Li Peifeng saved the electronic version of the paper with added comnts to his USB drive and remarked, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Qingge pondered: "Next month’s interview for transitioning to the doctorate, I’ve already spoken up for you. It’s just that so in the panel are quite curious about you; be ntally prepared."
Li Peifeng was stunned, a feeling of anxiety in his heart, yet still hopeful: "Why are they curious about ?"
"What do you think?"
Zhao Qingge leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest, chuckling lightly: "Although the Chinese Departnt doesn’t cultivate writers, out of love for literature, most students and teachers at our School of Arts and Sciences have tried their hand at writing. Not ntioning traditional literature, in the field of online literature, no one has managed to plant their feet firmly. As far as I know, many students’ online works haven’t been contracted, nor have teachers’ works achieved great success."
"Yet over at the School of Business Managent, Professor Gong, using the pen na Qi Cheng, wrote several books on Endpoint and beca a leading author. A professor in engineering writing successful online literature, while the School of Arts and Sciences was completely defeated... How does that make any sense?"
"But now it’s good."
Zhao Qingge looked at her student, with a face of appreciation: "Our School of Arts and Sciences has finally produced a network writer, successfully writing won’s novels, not so top-tier author, but considered a rising talent. The teachers are very curious about you, and the interview is just a formality; they won’t make things difficult for you, probably just ask about your years of online creation and your journey."
I have a thousand MOM sayings I don’t know if I should speak!
Is that an interview? That’s my public execution!
Li Peifeng’s mind was chaotic: "I rember I asked you to keep it confidential, how did other teachers co to know?"
Now he seriously suspected that Zhao Qingge might have disclosed this, perhaps to show off to her colleagues!
Zhao Qingge smiled, reassuringly: "I haven’t told anyone your pen na and works for now, but it’s only a matter of ti before it’s known. Even if it’s not known now, once your paper gets published, if it’s included in a core journal, all the teachers and students will see what kind of novel you’ve written."
Oh no, I forgot about that layer!
Li Peifeng was already breaking out in a sweat, he swiftly took out his phone, opened the TT software, and directly set the book club group to not allow anyone to join.
But the person in front of knows my pen na; has she already infiltrated? Could it be that the explicit photo I posted yesterday...
Zhao Qingge pondered, tapping her right fingers lightly on her chin, in a tone of anticipation: "In fact, I’m considering whether to hold a network literature seminar within the School of Arts and Sciences, you attending as the main speaker under the na of Endpoint won’s literature level-five author ’Yirong Feng’, discussing how the chaotic developnt of network literature sheds new light on literary thinking..."
"You’re not considered a well-known network author, but there should be a segnt of the school who’s read your books; the seminar should be packed, right?"
"..."
Li Peifeng remained silent, yet his eyes seed to reveal a thousand words.
Wanting to stab soone, the eyes don’t lie!
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