RBCT Chapter 98 Tea Master
Chapter 98 Tea Master
Chapter 99 Tea Master
The Computer Science Departments of Tsinghua and Peking Universities invited him, a science fiction writer, to give a lecture on related literature.
Director Qin's constant references to a "Hongmen Banquet" during their meeting truly startled Yu Zhen.
However, Director Qin didn't know much about the inside story from him. The only thing he revealed was that this literary report speech would bypass his handling of the matter, giving the impression that Yu Zhen wouldn't be able to refuse to attend.
The implication is that some people in the literary circle, contrary to what Director Qin previously stated, will temporarily cease hostilities for a period of time.
Instead, they're trying to stir things up by publicly challenging each other to a duel.
It was supposed to be a literary conference, but during the event, there were bound to be many topics for discussion, which were thrown at you to answer and force you to express your opinions.
Before you know it, who knows what unpredictable and thorny problems might arise?
In short, this literary lecture completely disrupted their rhythm.
It should be noted that Yu Zhen's visit to the United States as a scholar is imminent, and he doesn't have many more days left to stay at Tsinghua and Peking Universities.
This made Director Qin, who had just realized the serious problem of the distortion of the field of traditional Chinese culture, feel even more clearly how impatient the treacherous villains who had disguised themselves and infiltrated the cultural and artistic circles were.
Back at school, after a little observation, I found that news of "the great science fiction writer Yu coming to give a literary report" was already flying around.
"Hey, Qin, we've been looking everywhere for you. Did you go out alone?"
I was on my way back to the dorm when I unexpectedly ran into Senior Jin.
Upon seeing him, the other person immediately approached excitedly, "I heard you're planning to write a science fiction novel, is that true?"
Yu Zhen: "Huh? Jin, who are you spreading these rumors about? I never said anything like that!"
Jin Feng didn't believe it and bounced the ball a few times.
The words almost brushed past Yu Zhen's arm, sending shivers down his spine. "Qin, can you stop being so instinctively wary and hostile towards everyone? Nobody's spreading rumors about you! You must have talked about this with your roommates, right? Maybe you forgot about it afterward, right? Now, our major has a really, really good opportunity, uh? No—Qin, you haven't heard about it yet, have you? Don't you know that next weekend, Yu Zhen, the science fiction writer of 'The Truman Show,' is flying all the way from Shanghai to Beijing to give a literary lecture at our school? What, you don't feel even a little bit excited about this news?!"
To be honest, Yu Zhen was a little annoyed. To make matters worse, Senior Jin kept bumping into people with her ball, and her tone of voice was too aggressive. She had the air of a big bad wolf trying to abduct Little Red Riding Hood, and she looked like she had him completely under her control.
"The writer Yu is here to give a literary lecture. Does that have anything to do with whether I can write science fiction? Jin, you might as well just give me the answer. What do you want me to do? I urgently need to get back to my dorm—"
"Oh? Is that so? Well, let's go then—"
"Huh? Let's go first?"
"Didn't you urgently need to go back to your dorm? I'll go back to your boys' dorm with you, and we can chat about this topic after you've taken care of it! Qin, please don't take this lightly, I'll tell you a big secret—"
"Um???"
"What's wrong, Qin? Shouldn't you be heading back to your dorm to take care of your urgent need to pee? Why are you standing there motionless?"
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"Your biggest secret, let me see it now!"
"Hate----"
Suddenly, Senior Jin lightly punched Yu Zhen's arm.
Mom, Yu Zhen instantly got goosebumps. Why are you acting all cutesy all of a sudden?!
Besides, we're just ordinary classmates, you you you————
"In broad daylight, there will be other opportunities later—"
Yu Zhen was completely bewildered. "What do you mean there will be opportunities later?" It made it sound like I had just made some shady secret agreement with you.
Ugh, damn it!
Suddenly realizing what had happened, he felt a chill run down his spine. "Huh? My stomach's better now, I don't need to pee anymore!"
He stopped again, deliberately standing in a prominent position on the sidewalk, and then asked with concern, "Jin, I have a fiancé named Xiaofang in the countryside. I don't want Xiaofang to misunderstand. What do you want me to do? If I can do it, I will help you. If not, please find someone else."
Senior Jin pursed her lips and said solemnly, "Qin Feng, you need to learn to seize every opportunity to improve yourself. Don't think that just because you got into Tsinghua or Peking University, your life will be smooth sailing from now on. To put it bluntly, all the computer science students are eager to seize this opportunity of Writer Yu's literary lecture at the school, hoping to make a name for themselves and shine in front of everyone. I've seen your academic record. It's truly remarkable that you were able to get into Tsinghua or Peking University from such a harsh place as Northeast China. It's a rare opportunity for you to make a name for yourself, and other students are already gearing up. How can I bear to see you miss this opportunity?"
Well, suddenly they've started speaking in a tea-sweet, condescending manner.
Yu Zhenxin thought to himself, "If I hadn't already figured out that you were trying to win over the new students just to get a teaching position at the university, I would have been completely fooled by your sly and hypocritical demeanor."
They're just taking advantage of us country bumpkins who're easy to bully, aren't they?
She was given a good lecture and scolding by the tea master, Senior Sister Jin.
Yu Zhen admitted defeat and promised to write a science fiction novel as soon as he returned to his dormitory.
There's no way around it, I'm so worried that this tea ceremony senior, surnamed Jin, might suddenly scream and yell "Catch the pervert!"
They're clearly not afraid of you committing a violation while holding the ball; they could ruin your reputation in a heartbeat.
Who would dare to act recklessly now?
I finally managed to get rid of the tea master.
Back in the dormitory, to my surprise, all five other students were there. Two were civil engineers, and the other three were international relations engineers, working diligently at their desks under the supervision of the latter.
"Hey, Lao Qin, you left early this morning, and it's almost dark now before you come back. Wow, you smell like strong face cream. Went on a date with a girl?!"
"Wow, really, I never would have guessed, Lao Qin. You're out on a date all day, and on top of that, another pretty girl is coming to your door. You've only been in college for a few days, and you've already got all the Ximen Qing manly traits in your hands!"
"~~", the two civil engineers were still working hard at their desks.
Three scoundrels from the international relations department swarmed around Yu Zhen like dogs, sniffing him. Li Hongyan even unexpectedly pulled a crotch-grabbing move, startling Yu Zhen so much that he swung his arm and sent it flying into the air, leaving a clear, bright red handprint.
"Damn it, Lao Qin, you—"
"Mom, what kind of insidious killing move is this? Old Li's arm is bruised and purple in an instant!"
Li Hongyan clutched her arm for a while, then gasped and cried out, "Old Qin, you're too ruthless! I was just joking with you, did you have to cripple me with such a brutal move?!"
Yu Zhen's head was throbbing from the three scoundrels' nagging. "Stop, stop, stop arguing. Old Li, you deserve it. Who told you to grab my crotch first?"
Another question I have is, did you three, along with a girl from our department, the one who came to our dorm, tell people that you can write science fiction novels?
Who said that? They're following me around begging for the manuscript now. You guys figure it out yourselves!
Otherwise, I wouldn't mind branding every one of you with my Sunset Blood Hand Poisonous Mark on your face, arms, and back—"