Chen Qing told Zhang Zhong about the foundation, and Zhang Zhong told him to ignore it. China's Hope Project was very complete, and there was no need to entrust other foundations to operate it.
In fact, Zhang Zhong also finds it troublesome. If he had time, he probably wouldn't make a direct donation like this. He might find a few places to run a few schools on his own.
The schools in the Hope Project may have good houses, but other configurations are at the lowest level. If you can build your own schools and control the number, you can give children a relatively good education.
The release of "The Last Man on Earth" is simultaneous in five languages around the world: Chinese, English, French, Spanish and German. However, pre-sales are only done in China, and other language versions are not pre-sold.
The previous heavy snowfall lasted for four or five days, but after the heavy snowfall the weather became even colder, with freezing and thawing outside every day.
Jiangyang University is about to have a holiday, and Zhang Zhong has to go to his last class.
In this last class, Zhang Zhong did not extend his lecture and continued to talk about "Talk about Literature" that he had never finished. This time, there were more students in the classroom than before. Halfway through the class, some students raised their hands and asked Zhang Zhong
Will there be any homework assigned?
Zhang Zhong smiled and told him that there would definitely be no homework this year, at least until next year.
There are still more than 10,000 previous assignments that have not been reviewed, but what is gratifying is that the increase in the number of daily assignment submissions is now lower than Zhang Zhong’s daily review number, which means that the unreviewed assignments have begun to slowly
It has been reduced. It is not reviewed every day but increases every day like before.
His speed has also increased a lot in the past few days, mainly because the homework assignments of these students are not very long, and some can be completed in one or two minutes.
Now, even if he is busy for an hour or two a day, he can complete thirty or forty assignments. If he is in a good mood and spends more time, he can even complete more than a hundred assignments in a day.
But even if he could review a hundred copies every day, it would take more than three months to complete all these assignments. He really dug a big hole for himself.
Later, he will discuss with the school to see if he can change the section where homework is submitted, or limit the number of homework submissions, or limit the qualifications for submitting homework. For example, only those who have taken the class can submit homework.
If we don't set some restrictions, it will be impossible to assign homework in the future.
But it was a good thing to assign homework. At least he saw some of the homework submitted by students. The articles were of very high quality, and he could also learn more about the students' level and what was thinking in their heads.
It is said that one should live until one is old and learn, and he has already done so. However, there is no limit to learning, and there are always more and more things to learn. He now stays at home every day, and his contact with the outside world has become infinitesimal. On the contrary,
The homework submitted by the student can give him more opportunities to contact the outside world.
He would also feel it would be a pity if it was not arranged in the future.
He selected an article from the assignments he had read before, and planned to put it in the next issue of "Zero Zero One" magazine. After choosing over and over again, he chose the first article he saw at that time, which was Pei
The one written by Yuan.
When making the selection, he also hesitated. After all, Pei Yuan's article had more than 5,000 words, so if he selected it, it would take up a lot of space.
But after thinking about it later, I decided to write this article. Let it be as long as it is, which is only five thousand words. You can’t give up watermelon and choose sesame seeds just because it is too long.
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Ever since Pei Yuan opened the window that night, allowing all the air conditioning in the dormitory to escape, several other people in the dormitory decided unanimously to firmly oppose Pei Yuan's approach to the window in the future.
Only in the spring of next year, when the weather warms up, will he have the right to get close to the window.
Pei Yuan sat on his bed, looked at the people playing games below, and said, "The weather is nice today, the sun is out."
Duan Kun, the head of the dormitory, was excited and quickly turned around and said, "Don't even think about opening the window. The sun is out, but the sun is no different from the light in the refrigerator. It only looks a little bright, and there is no temperature at all."
No."
Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Old Duan, look at what you said, it's such a winter day, and you've said that there is no mood at all."
"But pull it off, Pei Yuan. If you want to see the sun, go outside and watch it. My brothers won't accompany you."
"Okay, okay, I can only enjoy this beautiful scenery by myself. You guys, just stay in this dark and sinister hell." Pei Yuan jumped out of bed and walked out with his head held high.
Ten minutes later...
Pei Yuan came back with his neck scrunched up.
Duan Kun had just lost a game, and when he saw Pei Yuan's cowardice, his mood suddenly became beautiful, and he smiled and said, "How about it, do you still feel that our sinister hell is warmer?"
"Old Duan, what you said..."
Just as Pei Yuan was about to argue with Lao Duan, the phone in his pocket rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
He muttered, "Who is calling me?"
Duan Kun looked up and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this the counselor's phone number?"
"Counselor?" Pei Yuan was stunned. Their counselors rarely show up. They are usually not class cadres and have no contact with the counselors.
Including the mobile phone number, the counselor wrote it on the blackboard when school started and told them to write it down, but few people saved it.
Duan Kun could recognize the counselor's number at a glance because Duan Kun was also the league secretary of the class and often interacted with the counselor.
"Why is he calling me at this time?" Pei Yuan asked curiously.
Duan Kun spread his hands and said, "You don't even know where I can go, so hurry up and pick me up."
"Oh." Pei Yuan answered the phone and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhu."
"It's Pei Yuan, right?"
"Well, yes, Teacher Zhu."
"Pei Yuan, would it be convenient for you to come to the office at three o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Teacher Zhu, what's the matter?"
"Hey, don't worry, it's a good thing. Zero Zero One Magazine has taken a liking to your article and wants to ask if you are willing to authorize the article to be published in their magazine."
"But I..." Pei Yuan was just about to say that he had not submitted an article to "001" magazine, but then he suddenly remembered that although he had not submitted an article to "001" magazine, he had submitted it to Zhang Zhong.
Submitting assignments is actually another way of submitting papers, right?
Pei Yuan was ecstatic, and Zhang Zhong asked "Zero Zero One" to publish his article. This was an affirmation for him, and wasn't this affirmation what he always wanted?
"Is there any problem?" Teacher Zhu asked strangely on the phone after Pei Yuan paused in the middle of his words.
Pei Yuan said quickly, "No, no, no, yes, I have time, at three o'clock in the afternoon, right. Can I go to your office?"
Hearing that Pei Yuan's words were a little incoherent, Teacher Zhu felt his excitement and said with a smile, "Well, if you are willing, come over at three o'clock. If you are not willing, I will turn it down for you."