"Some people only kiss their shadows, so they only have the phantom of happiness."
Zhang Zhong suddenly remembered this sentence from Shakespeare, and he felt that it fit this book inexplicably.
It would take a lot of time to type out 180,000 words. Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry to copy out all of it, and would stop after finishing tens of thousands of words every day.
After completing the basic tasks this morning, I had a meal with my family at noon, and then started building a science fiction world in the afternoon.
After holding several video conferences and carefully studying Linde's works during this period, he now has some general ideas in his mind. He would like to write these things out.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, he went to Shizhong College and talked with Liang Yanqiu about the school magazine. Yang Xiao and the others handed in their homework, and Zhang Zhong also read it.
Although Yang Xiao and the others acted reluctantly at the time, they completed the task very beautifully.
What surprised Zhang Zhong most was the work of Liu Huamin. The work submitted by the admissions director this time was related to history.
Liu Huamin tells a historical story from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty from the perspective of a bystander. The writing is very interesting and highly readable.
Zhang Zhong took Liu Huamin's manuscript and went to the admissions office again.
The school has relatively few organizational structures. Everyone works on the first floor, not far apart.
When Zhang Zhong arrived at the admissions office, there was only a little girl in the office who was answering the phone. When she saw Zhang Zhong coming, she stood up from her seat reflexively.
She still held the microphone in her hand and wanted to say hello to Zhang Zhong, but she was afraid of disturbing the people who came for consultation.
Zhang Zhong waved his hand to her and motioned for her to sit down.
The girl sat down with the phone in hand and listened to the consultation questions on the other end of the phone, but her eyes never left Zhang Zhong.
Zhang Zhong took a look around the office and couldn't find Liu Huamin, so he called Liu Huamin.
Liu Huamin was talking to technical staff in the network department about publicity matters. He received a call from Zhang Zhong and quickly returned to the office.
"Principal, are you looking for me?" Liu Huamin was a little fat and ran over in a hurry, panting.
"I'm not in a hurry, why are you running in such a hurry? Sit down and have a rest first, drink some water, and then I'll tell you what I need to do with you." Zhang Zhong said.
Liu Huamin didn't know what the principal wanted to do with him, and he couldn't let go. But since Zhang Zhong gave the order, he could only sit down, pour himself a glass of water, and pour a glass of water for Zhang Zhong.
After his breathing stabilized, Liu Huamin asked again, "Principal, what do you want from me?"
Zhang Zhong didn't say anything, he just looked at the entire admissions office again.
The Admissions Office is quite large, covering an area of 200 square meters, but there is only one hall in which everyone works. As the Director of the Admissions Office, Liu Huamin does not have an independent office.
"The conditions in the admissions office are still a bit crude now," Zhang Zhong said.
Liu Huamin smiled and shook his head, "It's not shabby, it's not shabby. We don't have many people in the Admissions Office right now, so such a big office is already very spacious."
Zhang Zhong did not continue talking about this topic, but asked a completely irrelevant question, "Hua Min, what books do you usually read?"
"I usually..." This question was a bit sudden, and Liu Huamin didn't know how to answer it for a while.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I usually read a lot of philosophy and history books, and I also read your works."
Zhang Zhong glanced at the "Outline of Chinese History" on Liu Huamin's desk. Liu Huamin's desk was basically filled with all kinds of materials, and there was only this "extracurricular reading".
The rough edges on the corner of the book show how much it is loved, and it can be seen that Liu Huamin should read this book often.
Zhang Zhong raised the manuscript in his hand and said, "This is the manuscript you gave to Teacher Liang. I read it."
Hearing that the manuscript in Zhang Zhong's hand was written by him, Liu Huamin felt a little embarrassed, and a tall middle-aged man turned into a shy young boy.
"I'm really not good at writing, which makes you laugh, principal." Liu Huamin said.
Zhang Zhong shook his head, "I think you are too modest. This manuscript is very well written. The writing style is simple and plain, the language is humorous, and the profound historical knowledge is revealed between the lines. Since it is so well written, why haven't I seen you publish it before?
Article?"
Liu Huamin was embarrassed by the praise, "Don't make fun of me. I have read the works of several other teachers, and the feeling I have after reading them is that I feel ashamed. Compared with them, I am too plain-spoken."
"Don't feel ashamed. In my opinion, your work is better than the manuscripts they submitted this time in some aspects. I think there should be a continuation of your story. I suggest you fill in the rest of the story as well."
Let Teacher Liang make a section of the world of history for you. This section is exclusive to you," Zhang Zhong said.
"I..."
"Listen to me and keep writing. I also hope to see a follow-up. Well... of course, writing is writing, and the enrollment work cannot be left behind for the time being. I believe you can coordinate it well."
"Don't worry, I won't take up my working time."
Zhang Dian nodded and stood up, "Okay, I don't have anything else to do when I come here this time. Just think that I'm here to remind you."
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After coming out of the Admissions Office, Zhang Zhong did not go back to his office. Instead, he walked downstairs and walked along the main road of Shizhong College to Jiangyang University.
Because the infrastructure of Shizhong College is not yet complete, the extracurricular activities of college students are basically at Jiangyang University.
Liu Huamin is talented in writing. Although he does not have much research on literature, what he writes has a charm that makes people like to read it.
This is the ability to tell stories.
Zhang Chong didn't want Liu Huamin to bury such a good talent, so he came over specially to encourage him to continue writing.
After walking at school for a while, he went home. When he got home, Pengpeng and Xu Yuhan were there.
Two people were sitting on the sofa, holding a notebook and discussing something, quite animatedly.
Seeing Zhang Zhong coming back, Xu Yuhan smiled and waved to him, "Come here and see your daughter's masterpiece."
"Masterpiece?" Zhang Zhong walked over with a question mark on his face, "What masterpiece?"
"This." Xu Yuhan handed the notebook in her hand to Zhang Zhong, "a novel."
Zhang Zhong took the notebook and before he opened it, he saw Peng Peng holding his head high and looking at him expectantly, with an expression of "please praise me now".
It seems that she is very satisfied with her work.
This is the first time Pengpeng has written something like a "novel", and Zhang Zhong is also full of curiosity about the content.