Chapter 1100 (2/2)

Listen to the voice, Zhang Jingyu can tell which professor this is. When he was at a university, he valued his professor of literature most.

It's retirement age.

He turned his head with a smile and gave the old professor a polite nod.

Professor Wen is in his early sixties, and his head is bald. He looks at Zhang Jingyu lovingly and continues to say: ”you are always teaching this good student. I don't know if there is any progress in painting technology, but the classical Chinese writing is very unique.”

Classical Chinese?

Zhang Jingyu frowned and wondered in his heart.

He could tell that Professor Wen was saying irony and joking, not really boasting that he wrote well.

His mouth is very protective Gu Nianjia, ”her level is OK.”

In the heart or very confused, what did his baby do?

Writing classical Chinese, he thought, most likely in the forum.

Thinking about it, he nodded a little to Professor Wen again, then walked to the conference room, found a seat, took out his cell phone and started the campus road forum.

When he went in, he saw the hot post at the top. The ID of the person who posted the post was considerate. He knew it. He saw his name in the title of the post.

Click to post.

Glancing at the contents of the post, he reached out to his forehead and couldn't cry or laugh.

In his mind, Gu Nianjia is struggling to stop these languages in front of the computer. Gu Nianjia just sends wechat.

”Teacher, you are very popular.”

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