The study room was upstairs, and Zhang Yang was not easy to stroll around, so he went downstairs. Yang Yuting and Lin Yiran were drinking tea and chatting in the living room. Seeing Zhang Yang coming down, Lin Yiran looked behind him first and asked, "Where is the teacher?"

"It's still in the study."

They sat on the same side, so Zhang Yang couldn't sit next to Lin Yiran, so he had to sit down opposite him and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about? You're so happy?"

"Look at the Internet to guess your identity."

After Gu Qixian published that article last Thursday, on the one hand, he stabilized many belittled against Zhang Muzhi, and on the other hand, it once again aroused the curiosity of readers about Zhang Muzhi's true identity.

This curiosity and the guesswork about Zhang Muzhi's identity were concentrated on the two sentences at the beginning of the article: "I once met Zhang Muzhi, but I didn't know that he was Zhang Muzhi at that time. Later, when my father talked about it, I found out that he was Zhang Muzhi, it was difficult for a long time to believe this fact."

A lot of information is revealed in these two sentences.

First, Gu Qixian met Zhang Muzhi, but they were not very familiar with each other.

Secondly, Gu Yutang knew Zhang Muzhi’s true identity.

Third, Zhang Muzhi's appearance is very different from everyone's inherent impression.

Through these three messages, readers launched a speculation activity on the Internet about "Zhang Muzhi's true identity", mainly focusing on listening to the three small worlds of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and "Zhang Muzhi", as well as related topics in Fangtang.

Zhang Yang has been busy copying the post these days and has not paid attention to it. After hearing this, Lin Yiran simply handed over his phone. Zhang Yang flipped the post forward and browsed it briefly, and saw a summary post:

Based on everyone’s speeches over the past few days and combined with Dean Gu’s original words, I have sorted out my current speculation about Zhang Muzhi’s true identity. Let’s take a look at what are the mistakes and omissions, and I can propose them and discuss them together.

First of all, the only clear information in Dean Gu's article is that he had met Zhang Muzhi once, and it was initially reasonable to speculate that Zhang Muzhi was a teacher at Huaxing University.

However, if Zhang Muzhi is a teacher at Huaxing University, then there is a high probability that he should not have met Dean Gu only once. According to this reasoning, there are two possibilities: First: Zhang Mu is a teacher from other colleges of Huaxing University, and may be a new teacher who comes to teach, or is living in a quiet place and does not like to deal with others. In short, there is little contact with Dean Gu; Second: Zhang Muzhi is a teacher from other universities, so he naturally has little contact with Dean Gu.

Based on the previous article, further reasoning, President Gu learned Zhang Muzhi's true identity from Mr. Gu. There are two possibilities: First: Zhang Muzhi and Mr. Gu; second: Zhang Muzhi's close friends, colleagues, and relatives met Mr. Gu, because since Zhang Muzhi did not disclose his identity, those who know his identity must be close to him.

When President Gu learned about Zhang Muzhi's identity, he responded: "It's hard to believe this fact for a long time." This shows that Zhang Muzhi's image contrasts with the martial arts writers in the public's impression. There are two possibilities: First: Zhang Muzhi's professional field has a very different identity contrast with martial arts writers; second: Zhang Muzhi's image contrasts with martial arts writers.

Here I personally tend to be the first one.

Based on the above, Zhang Muzhi is most likely a teacher engaged in non-literary related majors in Huaxing University or other universities.

...

Zhang Yang looked at him funny. He looked up and saw the two girls across the street looking at him. The difference was that Lin Yiran's eyes were full of gentle smiles, and Yang Yuting's bright eyes looked at him curiously.

Lin Yiran smiled and said, "Do you know who posted this post?"

Zhang Yang looked down and the poster's name was "Pacific Little Fisher". He shook his head and smiled and said, "How could I know."

Lin Yiran laughed and said, "You guess it."

The tone was as if he was acting coquettishly, and Zhang Yang felt aroused. The two of them had been together for a long time. Although they did not act too intimate because of the big light bulb of Luoshen, when they were alone, Lin still had no big difference with other girls in love. This tone of coquettishness is already quite common. Although he still makes him feel inexplicably bloody every time, it is no longer rare.

However, in front of outsiders, the little girl has always been very reserved. It seems that she is indeed quite close to Yang Yuting, otherwise she would not have been like this.

"you?"

Lin Yiran shook his head, "No."

Zhang Yang looked at Yang Yuting again, and the latter smiled mysteriously and did not speak out. Lin Yiran said slightly, "No!"

He paused and reminded: "But we all know each other."

"Chu Yu?"

Seeing Lin Yiran nodding with a smile, Zhang Yang was a little surprised: "Don't she know it's me?"

"So it's funny."

Lin Yiran reached out to ask for his cell phone. Zhang Yang shrank back and didn't give it to her. Lin Yiran glared at him and said, "Sister Yuer is now the president of Zhang Muzhi's fan club, and she is also a member of the fan club organization. Last time she picked her up, she was one of the organizers, but when she wanted to go out, she was caught by her mother and didn't run out."

Zhang Yang nodded, "I am still unstoppable in charm."

Lin Yiran hit him in his hand with a funny look, and Yang Yuting couldn't help but ask, "When will your new album be released?"

"Uh..." Zhang Yang thought for a while, "I don't know yet, I haven't finished recording."

Yang Yuting immediately noticed the hidden meaning in his words, and her eyes lit up, "Have you finished writing?"

"It's almost done."

“Is there Chinese style?”

"have."

Yang Yuting's eyes became brighter and she smiled and said, "Can you tell me the name?"

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment before laughing: ""Chrysanthemum Platform".

Yang Yuting thought for a while and asked, "Liang Jingyu's "Chrysanthemum Platform Fu"?"

Zhang Yang made up for many literary poems for two weeks. He knew that Liang Jingyu was a poet in the middle of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and had no fame. He shook his head and smiled and said, "No, it doesn't matter."

Yang Yuting nodded and smiled, "Then look forward to the new song."

Gu Yutang came down after a while and wanted to keep a meal. Zhang Yang was about to observe the old man more, so he responded. Lin Yiran called his parents, Gu Yutang called his wife, and only Zhang Yang and Yang Yuting were left sitting opposite each other.

Zhang Yang remembered what happened just now and asked curiously: "When I was just playing chess, you said that Teacher Gu never played chess with someone. What's going on?"

Yang Yuting glanced at Gu Yutang who was calling with a landline next to him, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "The teacher didn't like Go when he was young. He was only interested in it in the past few years and began to study hard. Unfortunately, he was late in the game, poor talent, and he played no matter who he played, and he was unwilling to lose, so he started to play tricks. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't play it until he agreed to play chess. He said to the outside world that he was invincible and could get back any major disadvantage in the mid-game..."

Zhang Yang was a little funny. Unexpectedly, Gu Yutang, who is known as the Wenzong, also had such a side. However, if this kind of thing is often said to be a bad chess quality, but if it is Gu Yutang, it is likely to become a celebrity's interesting thing, and it is not my turn to comment.

As the saying goes, people are too jealous and have a slander. Such people have to have some minor problems to be cute and like individuals.

I must have a minor problem in the future, such as...

Zhang Yang thought about it seriously, was greedy for money? He seemed to have a bad reputation and was lustful? Although he had a bad reputation, he was very happy...

Lin Yiran put down his cell phone. Seeing Zhang Yang staring at Yang Yuting in a daze, there seemed to be a strange smile on his face. He reached out and shook his hand in front of him twice. Zhang Yang then came to his senses, calmed down, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yiran blinked in confusion, "What are you thinking? What are you smiling so weird?"

"It's okay, I thought of a plot handling method."

Zhang Yang experienced the convenience brought by his identity as a martial arts writer for the first time, and found a reason without blushing.

Lin Yiran's eyes lit up: "What plot?"

Zhang Yang coughed dryly, "The plot of the next book."

Lin Yiran gave him a blank look and was unwilling to pay attention to him. He continued to look through the discussions on the Internet with Yang Yuting. When he found that there were funny speculations, he started to laugh again. Some were funny and showed them to Zhang Yang.

After lunch, chatting for a while. Zhang Yang and Gu Yutang talked about it. Finally, they saw the old man's level of official position. Unfortunately, Lin Yiran and Yang Yuting, two high-level disciples, went upstairs without even finishing the middle game.

Probably I can't stand the pecking of the chickens.

In the car when he returned, Zhang Yang finally couldn't help asking this sentence: "How many pieces do you play Go?"

Lin Yiran probably remembered that he and Gu Yutang's croaked each other, and couldn't help laughing, leaned on his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Why are you asking this?"

"I remember playing chess with you before, but I didn't think you were so powerful."

Zhang Yang lowered his head and stared at her dark and bright eyes, smiled and reached out, and pinched her smooth and tender cheeks, "Why does this look seem to be on the same level at all when you look at this posture today."

Lin Yiran pushed his hand away and said angrily: "What do you think?"

"I know what you are asking?"

Zhang Yang went to pinch her face again, but Lin Yiran reached out to block her, "I'll let you do it."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh", "Why do you want me?"

Lin Yiran turned his head and snorted: "I won't tell you!"

Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and asked, "It's Yang Yuting's birthday a few days in a row. Do you think I want to give her any gift?"

Zhang Yang thought for a while and asked, "What did she tell you?"

"Yes, ask me if I want to go to her birthday party."

"If you want to go, go."

"Then you go with me."

"Okay."

"Then what gifts should we buy?"

"Why would you give her a signature?"

Lin Yiran pinched him with some amusement and said angrily: "How could you be like this?"

"When is her birthday?"

"It should be three days later, on the sixth."

"Then I will turn around and ask Sister Xixi, and if you have any questions, please leave in advance."

Three days passed quickly. After Friday class, Lin Yiran went back with Zhang Yang first and helped him choose a piece of clothes. Then he went home to change his clothes and then set off together.

When the lights were just on, neon lights passed by like a long dragon outside the window. Yuan Tong seemed to be quite familiar with the destination. He turned lightly on the streets of flowers and entered an alley that showed the vicissitudes of time. There were no street lights on both sides, only big red lanterns hanging at a distance. He drove about two or three hundred meters and the car stopped slowly.

Zhang Yang and Lin Yiran got out of the car and saw two large stone lions on the left protecting the three beast-headed gates. The corner doors on both sides were closed, with only the main door open, and four beautiful girls with big red cheongsams standing in front of the door.

There is a plaque on the door with three words "Bai Yujing".
To be continued...