Variety show: The school's male gods, and the days when they were classmates with female stars

The story of "Painted Skin" is simply too novel for people in this world.Ghost stories are the same in this world.

But in any story with ghosts, there are only a few ways for ghosts to appear.

Netizens are tired of it.

Hearing a ghost in human skin all of a sudden will inevitably feel a little strange.

This story is not scary.

But looking at the reactions of the nine people who listened on the spot, you can tell that the effect is very good!

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has reached a new high.

Reached 430 million!

After Shen Zhi's story ended, the number of people began to slowly decline.

But it doesn't matter.

The next day.

After running and exercising early in the morning, Shen Zhi went into the library again.

Although some information was found, this is not all.

Still need to keep looking!

Until noon, Shen Zhi had a simple lunch and went to the classroom.

The first class in the afternoon is ancient literature.

Shen Zhi walked towards the classroom with the paper and electronic materials found in the library.

There are only a few minutes left before class starts.

At this time, the classroom was full of excitement.

Several students still have dark circles under their eyes.

But they chatted happily.

"Have you all listened to Shen Zhi's "Painted Skin" last night?"

"Listen! This story is really well written!"

"Is this a story written by Shen Zhi himself? I haven't heard of it before."

"I looked online and couldn't find the story."

"The story is so exciting. I didn't expect the name to be called "Painted Skin". This ghost is really painting skin!"

"A ghost in human skin, so fresh! I've never heard of this before."

"The ghost stories on the Internet are all about ghosts suddenly appearing from the toilet, being followed by ghosts when walking at night, and ghosts appearing in elevators and buses. This is the first time I have heard ghosts wearing human skin on these old-fashioned themes."

"I was going to sleep last night. When I closed my eyes, I saw a green-faced ghost holding a human skin. I opened my eyes until after two o'clock in the middle of the night. I was so sleepy..."

Before class, the students in the classroom were chatting.

There is only one topic for everyone.

That is the "Painted Skin" that Shen Zhi talked about last night!

No way, this story is simply too new for them!

"Ring ring ring__"

The school bell rings.

Shen Zhi stepped on the class bell and walked in.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, there were voices behind him.

"Shen Zhi? Did you just come?"

I heard someone calling him.

Shen Zhi looked back, and the people walking behind him were Professor Zhao, Professor Li, the teacher of ancient literature, and...

Someone I've never met.

"Hello professors, hello teacher." Shen Zhi greeted politely.

The teacher nodded, and adjusted his glasses habitually, "I heard the story last night very good!"

"It's an original story again. Your kid's ability to make up stories is quite strong!" Professor Li said, and patted Shen Zhi on the shoulder with a smile.

Shen Zhi smiled modestly, "No, just write casually."

Several people looked at Shen Zhi with smiles.

Among these few people, only one had a serious expression.

Shen Zhi set his sights on that person.

He looked about the same age as two professors.

However, unlike the two professors, this person exudes a somewhat different aura.

Old-fashioned?

In short, the temperament of this old man is similar to that of the ancient literature teacher.

Looks like a -t meticulous person.

When his eyes fell on the documents in Shen Zhi's hands, his expression froze.

Shen Zhi pursed his lips and nodded to him, "Hello."

After all, they are elders, so they must come to this classroom to listen to the lectures.

It is also etiquette for the elders to greet first.

The old man nodded slightly, "You are Shen Zhi, hello."

Professor Zhao laughed, and then introduced, "Professor Ning is a leading figure in the literary world and also a red scholar. He has been studying Red Mansions for decades. He was a little interested in listening to your talk about "Dream of Red Mansions" in the last class."

Professor Ning nodded slightly, "Not only the "Dream of Red Mansions" in the previous section, but I also listened to the ancient Chinese class and the Chinese history class. And you."

Although what Shen Zhi said in the last class was also very interesting, there was no evidence after all.

However, this time is different.

Shen Zhi found it!

Found proof that everything he said was true!

After all, he almost searched the entire library of Peking University.

The collection of materials in this library can be said to be the most complete.

The corner of Shen Zhi's mouth slightly raised, ""? Thank you Professor Ning for your attention, so please listen carefully to this class. "

Seeing Shen Zhi's confident appearance, Professor Ning's expression remained the same.

He nodded calmly, "Then let's listen carefully and see what you can say.

As Professor Ning said, he thought in his heart, I want to see, we red scientists have worked so hard for so many years but have failed, what can you say!

At this time, there was a sound of quick and light footsteps trotting towards this side.

"Sorry, I'm here tonight."

This voice is somewhat familiar.

Shen Zhi followed the voice, and saw Ning Lan wearing a floral skirt and a pair of sandals, trotting here.

The sandals made a "slap-tap-tap" sound on the tiles under their feet.

Running to the front, Ning Lan said with an apologetic face, "Grandpa, professors, teachers, I'm sorry, I came here right after class, but I'm still late." Maybe she came here in a hurry Because of the reason, Ning Lan's face was flushed.

Professor Ning waved his hand, "It's okay, we are chatting now, don't worry next time, just take your time, you are exhausted, sit down and have a good rest later."

grandfather?

Ning Lancai?

Professor Ning?

At this time, Shen Zhi understood that the serious professor in front of him was Ning Lan's grandfather?

It's not like it.

Looking at the old and young in front of him, one looked serious, but when he saw Ning Lan, the corners of his eyes were full of loving smiles.

Ning Lan's face was slightly red with a shy smile on the corner of her mouth.

It is not a problem to say that Professor Ning and the teacher of ancient literature are related.

Ning Lan and Professor Ning have completely different personalities!

At this time, Professor Zhao said, "Okay, now that we're all here, let's go in, don't make the students wait, everyone is still waiting for Shen Zhi's evidence.

Chapter 84 Unconscious Feelings

Several people walked into the classroom.

This time, more people came to the class!

The students were slightly surprised.

Although it is very common for students from other schools to come to Peking University to audit.

However, the old man in front of him who looks similar to Ning Lan seems to be a man full of knowledge and status!

When the students saw Ning Lan behind several professors.

Many male students' eyes lit up.

The flower of the Department of Literature!

Like them, Ning Lan is a first-year student in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature.

Of course they know each other.

It's just that they and Ning Lan are not in the same class.

Rarely meet in class.

Why did Ning Lan come here to attend the class?

But, no matter what, it would be great if I could see Ning Lan.

Many people don't care about that much anymore.

Everyone got excited.

Several celebrities reserved a seat for Shen Zhi by the aisle in advance.

Because they knew that Shen Zhi would definitely make a big move in this class!

But Shen Zhi didn't rush over, but stood in front of him without moving.

A few professors took Ning Lan to find an empty seat in the front row and sat down.

The teacher walked to the podium and looked around at the students sitting in the classroom.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Today we will continue with the "Dream of Red Mansions" in the last class. In the last class, a classmate raised a question of evidence."

The teacher said, and roughly scanned the faces of the students.

There are too many people in the classroom.

Although she also taught them a few lessons, it was still difficult to fully remember who they were.

The teacher's voice fell, and a classmate stood up in the crowd.

"I brought it up. My question is, everything we discussed in the last class was based on the premise that "Dream of Red Mansions" was written after eighty chapters. Shen Zhi..."

As the classmate said, his eyes turned to Shen Zhi.

"Why do you say that only 120 chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" are the original manuscripts of Mr. Cao Xueqin? Why do you say that the [-] chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" are continued by others, not Mr. Cao Xueqin's original work?"

The teacher and Shen Zhi stood on both sides, and nodded in unison.