The literary competition is not just about the majors you are good at. Calligraphy, painting, lacquer painting, bronze, ceramics, even silk and stone walls may be included in the examination.
As Tong Shengyue said before, what the official wants more is a situation of full bloom than specialized talents.
Ren Zixian had been with Professor Yu Xinyi and Professor Mo Wen before. Although he had attended many courses, he only really got started after becoming a graduate student.
To put it bluntly, she still lacks experience.
When Lin Qingsong returned to Jinhai in the evening, he saw Ren Zi leisurely sitting in front of the computer, looking up information attentively.
"Are you preparing for the competition so early?" Lin Qingsong knew what she was doing with a little guessing.
Ren Zixian looked at him questioningly, and Lin Qingsong smiled and said: "The materials for the competition are all genuine antiques. Who else do you think can supply them?"
Ren Zixian understood instantly. Since the official competition standards were announced, each session strives to select real talents, so from the previous sessions, real antiques have been used to restore cultural relics.
Besides the Zhu family, who else can provide a large and stable source of antique materials?
I'm afraid Lin Qingsong knew about the competition much earlier than she did.
So Ren Zixian pushed Lin Qingsong out: "I want to drink yogurt, go to the refrigerator and get it for me."
"You're so rude." Lin Qingsong felt that she was becoming more and more presumptuous recently, so he took Ren Zixian into his arms and kissed her, "I'll get it for you."
He went downstairs and brought up yogurt and washed grapes, while Ren Zixian was still immersed in reading the information.
When she is concentrating on her work, she is very focused and rarely disturbed by anything.
She ate whatever Lin Qingsong fed her, wrapping it in her mouth like a chinchilla.
Ren Zixian looked at the information, Lin Qingsong was so happy that he unknowingly ate most of the bunch of grapes.
"Good student, take a rest for a while." Lin Qingsong took her into his arms, "Good student, do you want a good project?"
Lin Qingsong remembered that Ren Zixian was also studying microbiology and pharmaceuticals and was Jiang Li's student.
He had seen Ren Zixian's information before, and his grades were all top-notch, so he could definitely take on this project.
Ren Zixian glanced at him: "Not interested."
Lin Qingsong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You didn't even ask what the project was?"
Although Lin's project is not as good as the official one, it still has enough resources, otherwise Lin Qingsong would not be sure that he could bring back Jiang Li, who has retired.
"Maybe your teacher Jiang Li will also go." Lin Qingsong continued to seduce, "Aren't you tempted?"
Ren Zixian showed little interest: "I'm still working on the lacquer coffin, and I have to participate in the competition later, so I don't have time."
"Okay," Lin Qingsong played with the ends of her hair, "Let's talk about it next time. Don't be too tired from studying, it's still early anyway."
Ren Zixian leaned against Lin Qingsong, closed his eyes to rest, and nodded lightly.
"Why did you change your major in literature before?" Lin Qingsong gently massaged Ren Zixian with his fingers, as if he wanted to touch a sleeping kitten when he saw it.
"I like studying literature." Ren Zixian didn't take it seriously. "It's great to restore cultural relics. You can come into contact with things from thousands of years ago."
"Is this your dream?" Lin Qingsong did not mean to ridicule. Wang Qi had listened to his instructions before and went to check Ren Zixian again. He had also seen Ren Zixian's resume.
Ren Zixian's growth environment can be said to be rough, and he hopes to cash in on his studies in microbiology as soon as possible so that he can support his seriously ill grandma.
However, it can be said that it is incredible that he turned to literature when he chose to study as a graduate student.
Cultural relic restoration is a very solitary study. If you are not top-notch, you will have to worry about food and clothing almost every day.
"Isn't this you?" Ren Zixian said coldly.
Lin Qingsong was stunned. Ren Zixian was still leaning on him and did not turn to look at him, as if he was saying something that should be taken for granted.
He inexplicably thought of the promise he made to Jian Fangshu four years ago. If Jian Fangshu relied on him like Ren Zixian, would the outcome have been different?
Lin Qingsong was not someone who missed the past. He stroked Ren Zixian's hair. Over the years, he had found many partners. Some were after his status, some were after his money, and some even just wanted to sleep with him. he.
Lin Qingsong didn't have a good temper towards these people, so he would kick them whenever he wanted.
He worked hard to stick to his bottom line. In the past, he only thought that Ren Zixian was a good substitute. She was well-behaved and sensible, and she never made excessive demands.
Although Ren Zixian said that she turned to study literature because of Lin Qingsong, she actually got Yu Xinyi's recommendation when Lin Qingsong met her for the first time.
How obsessed is she with Wenxiu? So much so that after choosing microbiology, I had to seize the last glimmer of hope and change my major and school.
Lin Qingsong suddenly felt sorry for Ren Zixian. In order to support her grandma on her own, she chose a major that she didn't want to choose. If she hadn't met Lin Qingsong, she would have spent her whole life in the literary circle.
"Whatever you want to do, just do it. I'll take care of everything." Lin Qingsong rubbed her hand and leaned back to make her lie more comfortable.
Ren Zixian seemed to snort, and then he lay on him without any care.
Lin Qingsong chuckled that this little lover was becoming more and more presumptuous, and it became more and more comfortable to use him as a self-heating meat pad. He was really used to being indulged by him.
While the two were being affectionate, an email suddenly popped up in Ren Zixian's mailbox.
[Xu Xuanming: Take a look at this issue of AS magazine. 】
Just such a sentence made Ren Zixian smell something unusual.
AS Magazine is the most authoritative research magazine in China. Many articles have been submitted recently because of the literary competition.
The literary competition is a major event, and even if official news hasn’t been released yet, it doesn’t hinder the undercurrents from all parties.
There are only two channels in total. The first is the recommendation of authoritative professors, and the second is the invitation from the Cultural Affairs Bureau.
Generally speaking, they will be considered based on the professor's papers, impact factor, and authority.
Therefore, before the competition list is announced, many professors are competing to publish papers.
Since then, many professors have rewritten and rewritten their previous papers and then published them.
In previous literary competitions, many professors were not invited at first, but were specially invited because they published important papers during the period.
This is one of the reasons why Tong Shengyue reminded Ren Zixian not to publish the paper now.
Ren Zixian clicked on the recent e-magazine page and scrolled down the table of contents.
"Jointly submitted by Yan University?" Ren Zixian clicked.
This kind of joint submission is not uncommon. To put it bluntly, it is just to gain popularity. Several professors submit papers together to increase the citation rate and attract attention.
However, one of the papers is surprisingly the argument of the lacquer coffin project...
"Did you authorize it?" Although Lin Qingsong asked, he denied the speculation almost at the same time.
Ren Zixian is not such a confused person. Even if he publishes a paper, he will only name himself or Professor Mo Wen as the first author.
However, the contributor of this piece is a major in Chinese language and literature...
"Do you need my help?" Lin Qingsong asked.
Ren Zixian shook his head and called Xu Xuanming immediately.
"Did you see it?" Xu Xuanming asked, "What do you think?"
This paper only mentioned "recent on-campus submissions" but did not mention Ren Zixian's name throughout the article.
Ren Zixian read it word by word. They were all experiments that she had watched step by step. No one was more familiar with it than her.
The paper only reintegrates and summarizes the information, and even the classic experiments she cited are exactly the same.
"This is not my submission." Ren Zixian said.
"Of course I know it's not your submission." Xu Xuanming understood. "You took my recommendation. If you publish the paper now, it won't make any sense and you will get yourself into trouble. So I thought someone must have read you at that time. The report was compiled.”
"And he is sure that even if he is exposed, you will not pursue the matter." Xu Xuanming reminded, "So there should not be so many candidates."
"Director Zhao Miao, right?" Ren Zixian said in question, but in a positive tone.
Because Tong Shengyue attended the meeting temporarily at that time, the principal of Yan University kicked all non-major students out of the lecture hall.
What's more, students who are not majoring in this major will not copy the contents of Ren Zixian's experiments in detail.
Only the record-keeper at the time will have an outline and video record of all meetings.
So who can get the meeting minutes?
People like Tong Shengyue, Tang Wan, and Mao Guming should not be able to, and there is no need to submit articles.
Professors Yu Xinyi and Professor Mo Wen will not do this, and professors of literature and literature from other schools will certainly not submit manuscripts in the name of Yanda.
The answer is almost obvious.
"But why?" Ren Zixian didn't understand.
"Director Zhao Miao should have done the journal integration according to the principal's instructions. The purpose is to win more recommendation places for Yantai University before the competition is announced." Xu Xuanming no longer cares.
Lin Qingsong didn't say anything to disturb her on the phone. Seeing Ren Zixian's brows furrowed, he could even detect a hint of disgust from her, which was a bit funny.
After Xu Xuanming hung up the phone, Lin Qingsong said: "Yanda has been short of talent in recent years. This is probably not the first time they have done this."
Ren Zixian thought for a while: "If they want to improve the school's external influence, the quality of students is the most important. If they tie the students' grades to Yanda's own grades, the students' honor will become the school's honor. ?"
"It depends on the situation." Lin Qingsong clicked on the screen, "Fresh arguments like yours that are never published are the easiest to be invaded."
Ren Zixian pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. Although he didn't want to admit it, what Lin Qingsong said was indeed right.
There is no way to pursue this kind of thing. Even if Ren Zixian finds Zhao Miao, he will be prevaricated. After all, the school did not infringe on her intellectual property rights, but just integrated them together for submission.
However, since Tong Shengyue specifically emphasized not to submit articles that involved the work of the Cultural Bureau, Ren Zixian felt that he still needed to have a try with Zhao Miao.
