Qianyuan took out another plastic cup from under the table and poured himself a cup with the stainless steel kettle. However, when his nose smelled the strange smell that the plastic cup gave off when it was heated, he couldn't help but frown.

Miscalculated.

"I invited you to my office this time just to mention something..." The old dean shook his head, "This matter concerns the glory of Dongda University. I don't trust it if it is left to anyone else."

"I just heard that there is a young talent in this class. He has excellent grades, good looks, eloquent speech, and a pure private life. He can be called a contemporary Kong Ming."

"Today's meeting is not as good as being famous." He couldn't help but sigh.

Qian Yuan was suddenly startled. It was a very familiar saying. He used to brag like this when his boss entrusted him with tasks and asked him to work overtime.

"Just average." Mr. Qianyuan nodded calmly, "I'm just stuck on the threshold of the new era and new youth standards."

"There is still a lot of room for improvement."

"Besides, there are countless people in the academy who are ten times better than me. Just like this Yamashita classmate, he is serious and responsible and willing to contribute to the academy. He is really a rare good slave...a good cadre!"

Susumu Yamashita, holding someone's information in his hand, smiled sheepishly and hinted with his eyes that his scholarship would be coming soon.

The dean, who has gone through hundreds of battles and has rich life experience, looked as usual. He did not ask further questions, but talked about other things, "Do you like literature?"

"Of course, my ideal in life is to become the next great writer." Qianyuan patted her chest, preparing to close the distance and build a network of connections.

"So which author do you like?"

"Lu Xun!"

"I like it too, what else?"

"Lao She?"

"They are all Chinese, are there any Japanese writers?"

"Let me think about it... Dazai Osamu and Miyazawa Kenji, I like them both very much."

"Of course, my favorite is Natsume Soseki on the Japanese yen."

"But it's a pity." Qianyuan scratched his hair, "He only appeared on the thousand yen bill, and his handsomeness was still lost to Fukuzawa Yukichi's ten thousand yen note."

"You are very funny." The dean nodded calmly to the bad words, "Humor is a reflection of enjoying life. You are optimistic and positive, which is good."

"Just tell me what you want me to do. It's weird to talk like this." Qianyuan carefully touched his heart.

"Speaking quickly and getting to the point, it is indeed the style of Lu Xun's literature."

"Young man, I'll be honest, are you interested in becoming a literary cowherd?" the old dean said to him arm-in-arm.

"I need both your talent and your looks now."

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"The opponent is Waseda!"

"The weakest one in the Tokyo Iron Triangle."

Having said this, he raised his head proudly.

"This group of people are clamoring that those who are admitted to Dongda University are nerds and ugly girls. They have found a group of handsome boys and beautiful girls to come to our territory for the purpose of inspection, but in fact they are provocative."

"After thinking about it, it seems that even the people in the student union are crooked and cannot be dealt with."

Speaking of this, he sighed helplessly.

"But it's still too much to argue with each other after all." Mr. Qianyuan pinched the bridge of his nose, "No matter how you say it, it's under the banner of friendly exchanges."

Friendly communication? I stepped on my face with my soles.

The old dean coughed and motioned to the young man next to him to explain.

"I just want you to be a literary idol and shock everyone present with your talent. What can be more satisfying to men than making adolescent girls obsessed with their handsomeness?" the little bureaucrat said helpfully.

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Mr. Qianyuan thought for a while and scratched his head: "I don't know, I haven't thought about that kind of problem. I only like two-dimensional paper figures."

"Huh?" The young man at Yamashita lamented, "Young people are full of energy and have raging hormones, but they must not imitate the otakus mentioned on the Internet today, who are in love with paper figures, jokes, paper figures, etc. every day.

Can you help me spread the branches?"

"You can't even meet your physiological needs," he said disdainfully.

"Haha, we Platonic spiritualists don't need to maintain dirty physical relationships. We are all warriors of pure love." Mr. Qianyuan forced himself to smile and replied.

"Who do you have pure love for? The paper man who is the male protagonist of the official CP?"

"..."

Mr. Qianyuan fell into silence. He tapped the secretary ship in the Kanmu game with his fingers and played the sound for the other two people present. Then his body remained still for a long time before entering the standby state. The characters were rotated one after another, and the cycle continued.

At this moment, Qianyuan was extremely happy. Fortunately, all the ships in his library were married.

"Since I think the positioning of a literary idol is too troublesome, having to read poetry and talk about literature at the same time is a waste of time."

The young man from Yamashita thought for a while and continued: "Then we can change our thinking. What do you think of the conscientious cowherd who accepts all comers? This is more realistic, with less bells and whistles, and simply sells beauty, it's straightforward.

"

"How come you guys can't get around Cowherd!" Qianyuan grabbed his hair in worry, "Can you come up with something else that is persuasive?"

"As long as you agree, the scholarship will arrive tomorrow."
Chapter completed!