Zhong Yue sat on the rotating chair in the teaching center and said, "Hello, I am Zhong Yue. This is Principal Kang's recommendation letter and the exchange student form issued by the school."

Teacher Cao, who was sitting in front of the computer, was stunned and the wrinkles on his face pleated the foundation, "Zhong Yue? Is that... that Zhong Yue?"

“…”

Teacher Cao looked down at the information, his eyes full of surprise.

"Okay, OK, fill out a form. Your electronics academic record will help you establish it."

Zhong Yue took the form and filled in the information, and handed it to Teacher Cao. Several teachers and students on the side looked at Zhong Yue as if they were looking at national treasures, and the work on hand also stopped.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Teacher Cao took the form and said, "Nothing? Look at it, stop reading." She looked down and was stunned when she saw the contents of the application department and professional column.

"No, you are not the Zhong Yue, the calligraphy master?"

Zhong Yue reacted, "Oh, I know how to calligraphy. However, Principal Kang said that he could choose any major, so I still yearn for the Chinese painting major in the art department, so I decided by myself."

Teacher Cao couldn't even chew the raisins in his mouth. Yesterday, several old professors from the Department of Books called over and said that they were notified immediately when there was news from Zhong Yue. However, when he saw this form, Teacher Cao really felt that these gorgeous old treasures were thinking a little too much.

People don’t even want to go to the calligraphy department!

What else can you fight for?

"No more consideration?"

"Well, I decided. But I'm empty in the tutor column. I haven't seen Huamei's professor before, so I don't know."

Teacher Cao nodded, "Okay, it's okay to be empty. Principal Kang called yesterday and said that the major you decided on doesn't need to look at others' expressions."

Teacher Cao was worried that there would be too many troubles in the future, so he directly signed and stamped the completed form and said, "You can take it to the director's office next door and sign and stamp it. He will tell you the specific process."

"Thank you, Teacher Cao."

"Do you eat dried fruit?"

"Uh... I won't eat it anymore." The durian smell made him feel a little headache.

As soon as Zhong Yue left, several teachers and counselors from the Academic Affairs Center flocked to him.

"Teacher Cao, which major did Zhong Yue choose? Which tutor did he follow? Professor Liu gave us a picture of his office the day before yesterday. If there is news about Zhong Yue, I have to call him first."

"Is Mr. Huang a bad guy? I heard that those business owners are scrambling to buy them, and I heard that they will definitely sell them easily after replacing them for two or three thousand."

"Two or three thousand to get me a car..."

Teacher Cao smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid several old professors in the calligraphy department will be disappointed this time."

"Ah? What's wrong? Did he choose a lecturer? His eyesight is too poor."

"Go and go, he has poor eyesight? I heard that the lacquer book work at the auction is worth 20 to 30 million! A luxury house in Jiangjing! Money that I can't make in my life..."

Zhong Yue tilted his head and looked at the elder sister and aunt in the office who were crazy about being crazy. He really couldn't bear to bother them, but there was something else, so he said, "That..."

"Ah! Why are you still here!"

Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly, "There is no one in the director's office, the door is closed."

Several counselors and teachers in charge of academic affairs were sitting upright.

Teacher Cao took a deep breath, "Then you put the watch here, and I will call it over later." If it were in the past, she would definitely ask the students to hold it themselves and wait for someone to stamp it, but this strange man would not look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face.

"Then I'll bother you, Teacher Cao."

“No trouble.”

A good school of harmony between teachers and students.

"By the way, Teacher Cao. My accommodation..."

"Oh, you go to the dormitory management department. It has been arranged. Principal Kang is afraid that you and your new classmates will not get used to it, so he chose a graduate dormitory, which is a four-person room, and is also quiet."

Zhong Yue thought about it and found that the dormitory was still unsafe. He had to practice calligraphy and painting systematically every day. If someone thought he fainted and carried him to the hospital, it would be embarrassing.

“I may not live in a dormitory.”

"You kid, renting a house in Shanghai is very expensive. The school dormitory is 2,000 yuan a year. You have to rent a single room outside, and it doesn't contain water and electricity for 2,000 yuan a month."

The young counselor said, "Teacher Cao is right. Our counselors all live in dormitories. Shanghai is not Huizhou, so you can rent a house of three or four hundred yuan, so don't even think about it. The basement is probably 1,000 yuan a month, which is not cost-effective."

"I have a house in Shanghai."

In a word, the teachers and counselors of the Academic Affairs Center immediately left nothing to say. They have a house, a house, a house!

It's really a worry.

Teacher Cao thought that he was over forty and he and her husband paid off their mortgage. He was twenty years old and already had a house...

"Okay, I will contact the dormitory management department to help you cancel."

"It's really troublesome."

It is another harmonious atmosphere of teachers and students.

"Oh, by the way." Teacher Cao suddenly realized, "You write a note, otherwise it will be difficult to confirm the dormitory management department."

She handed over a brand new notebook.

Zhong Yue picked up the pen, turned the page, looked up embarrassedly and asked, "Teacher Cao, what are you writing?"

"Well... just write 'I have contacted Teacher Cao Ting to confirm', and then the signature date is enough."

"Oh, OK."

After Zhong Yue's brushwork became more exquisite, even the hard pen handwriting was full of energy.

"Why...what did you...write it vertically?"

Zhong Yue was stunned after writing, "I'm so embarrassed. I'm used to it." Since Wen Zhengming mentioned it, Zhong Yue's writing has been written vertically, so that the style is consistent. This habit, when encountering the system, it still has to be adapted.

"I'll write another one."

When Teacher Cao saw Zhong Yue tearing the page, he hurriedly said, "No, no, just stand it up."

She thought to herself, it’s strange to stand up.

The young teacher next to him brought a kraft paper notebook and said, "Don't write it vertically this time."

“……”

After Zhong Yue left, several teachers secretly laughed, "The future master's handwritten inscription, I want to leave it to my grandson."

"Oh, how can this word look so beautiful like a human? It's really unreasonable. Didn't it mean that people are handsome, so their characters are probably ugly?"

"Where did you come from the fallacy?"

Teacher Cao touched the handwriting on the book, "I haven't felt this kind of love in a long time."

"Teacher Cao, wake up. Your son is almost married."

"What's wrong? I feel in love, but I didn't say I want to fall in love. You young guys still allow us old ladies to think about it?"

"How can you do it? Teacher Cao, if your husband hears this, you won't be angry?"

"Tsk. He didn't care so much. Last year, I called Andy Lau, I love you, and my voice was hoarse. I asked him if he minded, but he said he didn't mind."

The counselor took a sip of tea, "Then he doesn't care about you so much?"

Teacher Cao finished eating a small bag of dried fruit and threw it into the trash can, "I'm an old husband and wife, just live together, what can I do if I can live?"

Happy in the office.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor outside, which seemed to be very frequent.

"Who is this? It's like escaping from famine. Dingdengdeng, Xiao Zhao, next time I put a piece of paper, I'm a college student, and I'm still running..."

Cao Ting looked up, looked at the panting old man, and stood up, "Professor Liu..."

The old man with white beards supported the door frame with his hands like a big show, and gasped, "Where is Zhong... where is Zhong Yue?"

"Old Liu, let me in!"

The fat old man behind him pierced his head on the old man's back.

If these two old antiques are damaged, it will be a loss for beauty.

Professor Liu finally couldn't resist the collision of the dwarf winter melon and rushed into the academic affairs center in a hurry, with several counselors assisting him.

"Professor Liu...I... can you not be so excited?"

Several assistants then came over and saw that Professor Liu was being supported by the counselor and there was nothing unusual. In the blink of an eye, several old men slipped away from under their noses, and they were still the same as 100-meter sprint.

The Master of Running, who is rare in the past few decades.

I've seen you for a long time today.

Several calligraphy masters were running on the beautiful boulevard under the warm autumn days. There was also a wheelchair who frequently patted his thighs, "Hurry up! Come on!"

The gorgeous students were all shocked.

Is this... the professor exercising? What's the matter with the person in the wheelchair?

"Professor Liu, don't worry first. This is the form that Zhong Yue filled out, please take a look."
To be continued...