Chapter 1100 Sending Buns to the Classical Chinese Level 2

After about ten minutes, Gu Nianjia went to see the post she just posted, and the number of views exceeded 1,000, the replies exceeded 100, and the likes exceeded 500.

She was a little surprised.

After all, the school forum is not like Weibo, and there are already a lot of views like this.

It seems that this post can go viral.

The beast is really the person of the school, and her influence is beyond her expectations, if it goes on like this, she can be popular.

Having said that, now everyone in the school should know that Zhang Jingyu has a master, no one will come to her to be a matchmaker, and no one will come to her to hit the south wall.

After all, if you have to chase after someone else when you know that you have a girlfriend, you are a junior.

In the afternoon, all professor-level teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts held a meeting, using the large conference room of the teaching office.

Before the time came, when Zhang Jing met him, several older teachers were sitting together chatting, and he seemed to hear his name from a distance.

But the laughter was so mixed that he couldn't hear what they were talking about, and when he reached the door, the people saw him, stopped talking, and looked at him.

A middle-aged male teacher who was almost forty years old looked at Zhang Jingyu and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, you are really hidden." ”

Another teacher answered, "No wonder you didn't even look at anyone introduced to you." ”

"It turns out that I already have a girlfriend."

"But if you are young and promising, talented and outstanding, there will be no shortage of girls like it."

A few older teachers, you and I said one sentence at a time, Zhang Jingyu was a little puzzled.

He frowned, the only thing he could think of was that Gu Nianjia told him about 'having a girlfriend'.

Thinking of this, he bowed slightly to those teachers without hurry.

He was about to use his mobile phone to send a message to Gu Nianjia and ask her if she had said anything, when an old professor suddenly came out behind him and called him in a serious voice, "Jingyu." ”

Listening to the voice, Zhang Jingyu could tell which professor this was, the professor of literature who valued him the most when he was studying at University A.

It's all retirement age.

He smiled and turned his head, giving the old professor a polite bow.

Professor Wen was in his early sixties, and the top of his head was already bald, he looked at Zhang Jingyu with a loving face, and continued to say earnestly: "This Gu Nianjia has always been taught by you, and I don't know if my painting skills have improved, but the writing of that hand in classical Chinese is very chic." ”

Classical Chinese?

Zhang Jingyu frowned, puzzled in his heart.

He could tell that Professor Wen was talking back, joking, and not really praising Gu Nianjia's good writing.

He was very protective of Gu Nianjia, "Her level is okay." ”

I still wonder what his baby has done?

Writing in Chinese, he thought about it, and it is very likely that it is in the forum.

Thinking about it, he bowed his head slightly to Professor Wen again, then walked closer to the conference room, found a place to sit down, and took out his mobile phone to click on the campus road forum.

When he went in, he saw the hot post at the top, the ID of the poster was Gu Nianjia's, he knew, and he saw his name in the title of the post.

Click on the post.

Glancing at the content of the post, he reached out to hold his forehead, crying and laughing.

In his mind, Gu Nianjia racked his brains in front of the computer to stop these words, and Gu Nianjia happened to > "Teacher, your popularity is so high."

"But I think it's my statement that the article is very well written."

(End of chapter)