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Chapter 493 The finished product of Chinese history (3)

The scorching heat of midsummer is fading little by little, and in a blink of an eye, it is the beginning of school season.

In the blink of an eye, Nan Shu was already a junior student.

In the office, Doyle, who has always been unkempt, rarely changed into a neat dress, but he still wore a pair of gray cloth shoes on his feet.

"Uncle Doyle, you are looking for me." Nan Shu, wearing a black and white knee-length dress, pushed open the door.

"Yes." Doyle pinched his stiff neck, "It's a new semester, and I, the head of the department, are here to care about your studies."

This made Nanshu chuckle, "Uncle Daoer, don't you always only care about the new products in Xinghua Restaurant?"

Both he and Uncle Ross are frequent customers of Xinghua Restaurant.

Doyle didn't hold back, and snorted, "What kind of talk is this, at least it made me addicted to the department head."

Nan Shu just smiled, poured a cup of tea, handed it to Doyle, and said decently, "Dean, you drink tea."

Doyle took it and laughed, not only did not look like a dean, but also looked like an old urchin.

After taking a sip of tea, Doyle suddenly raised his head, "Where did you get this tea?"

Nan Shu was puzzled, and pointed to the white tea porcelain on the coffee table.

Doyle felt distressed, pointed to the tea in the teacup, looked at Nan Shu, and said two words, "Prodigal!"

He always drank this tea sparingly, and Xiang Nanshu's way of making it was something he couldn't bear to bear.

Nan Shu twitched her lips, "If Uncle Doyle likes it, come to my place another day, and I'll give you a few more cans."

"it is good!"

Doyle answered very quickly, with a smile on his face, and he didn't feel bad anymore. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea slowly, feeling very comfortable.

"You are in your junior year, and you have been in the combat department of Lingzhi department. What department do you like this semester?"

Nan Shu shook her head.

"As for the Department of Literature, the application submitted by our school last semester was approved, and the Ministry of Education allowed the offering of Sinology courses."

Nan Shu raised her eyebrows.

Doyle shook his head, "Our school will start classes this semester. We have already appointed three tutors, and there is still one left. Are you interested?"

What Doyle said was a random thing.

It was as if Nan Shu in front of her was not a student of Emperor Ossus at all, but an old scholar.

Nan Shu twitched the corners of her mouth, "I'm still a student."

"It's okay." Doyle shook his hand, "With your credits, you can graduate a long time ago."

Nan Shu: "..."

The feeling is to make her graduate immediately and become a tutor.

Doyle smacked his lips, reminiscing the sweet aroma in his mouth, "How about it, it's so cool to graduate, it's much more casual to be a tutor."

Nan Shu was silent, "As a tutor, can I ask for leave at any time?"

"···"

Dalton was silent for a moment.

"So, how easy it is for me to graduate, why come back to be a tutor."

"..." seems to be the case.

Doyle coughed twice, trying to break it back, "It's good to be a tutor, you have to ask for leave... If you ask for leave, it's okay, just..." Don't be so frequent.

Nan Shu smiled and waved her hands, "Forget it Uncle Doyle, you know me too, I'm usually busy and don't care about those students, I appreciate the school's kindness, but it's really too busy, the school still invites you from the Chinese Academy Come a master."

"Hey." Doyle shook his head, "Okay, so are you graduating now? Or wait until next semester."

"Study another semester." There is still something she wants to study in the Imperial College of Aussie.

"Okay." Doyle put down his teacup, "I heard that you guys have almost done the writing work?"

"Yes, the first draft has been completely revised and will be released soon." After Nan Shu answered, she asked with a smile, "Uncle Doyle is well informed."

Doyle smiled, "It's not a psychic, but I just heard a few words from Ke Jie."

"Mr. Kejie?"

"Yes, you also know that tutor Ke Jie is in charge of the Department of Literature. When he applied to the Ministry of Education to offer Sinology courses last semester, he heard a few words from the Ministry of Education."

While talking, Doyle laughed first, "The Ministry of Education and our school have already paid attention to the manuscript you compiled, and we will wait for you to publish it as a book."

"What are you paying attention to?" Nan Shu was really puzzled.

Doyle looked at Nanshu and laughed, "You're not usually very smart, why didn't you think of this."

Nan Shu blinked, still puzzled.

"textbook."

Under Nanshu's puzzled gaze, Doyle slowly spit out three words.

Nan Shu's eyes widened, she looked at Doyle's small face in astonishment, and after a while, two words came out, "It's so bold."

Before their book was published, they wanted to use it as a textbook.

"Yes." Doyle replied, smiling, "There are too many people staring at that book."

Nan Shu nodded in agreement.

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A week later, the weather was cool and windy, the heat of summer dissipated, and there was a sense of autumn.

Shen Yuman, who was sitting on the sofa in the office, was rarely anxious, "Why hasn't Nanshu arrived yet?"

"It should be soon." Dan Tongshu comforted him while looking at the time, also anxious.

Qin Qingbai was more stable, but sat on the black swivel chair without making a sound, but his eyes moved to the door from time to time.

Except for Qin Qingbai and others, there were still many scholars gathered in the office, waiting anxiously with their hands behind their hands.

"Click-"

When Nan Shu opened the door, she saw a group of people looking forward to it.

"How about it?"

"Have you got it?"

"What about things?"

Nan Shu raised her brows lightly, and she didn't show off, "I got it."

With that said, he took out a book from the Star Pavilion.

The book is neither thick nor thin, with a simple cover, red background, and three big characters painted in thick ink with gold dyeing—History of China.

The cover of the book is as smooth as if it had been waxed, with a smooth texture, except for the three gold-dyed characters, which are slightly raised, extending bright and atmospheric lines.

At that moment, everyone's eyes lit up, staring straight at the book in Nan Shu's hand, forgetting to speak.

"Published finished product - "History of China." Nan Shu held up the book in her hand and showed it to them.

The exquisite and majestic book cover makes people suddenly come back to their senses. I don’t know who shouted it first, but there was an uproar. The usually gentle and gentle scholars and professors instantly rushed to Nanshu, stretched out their hands, and went straight to the "History of China" in Nanshu's hand. ".

Nan Shu was surprised by her excitement.

In a blink of an eye, the group of people had already rushed in front of Nan Shu, and they were so dense that they completely surrounded Nan Shu.

"Show me the book."

"This is the finished product!"

"Quick, I've studied Han culture for so many years, and I haven't touched a history book yet."

···
For a moment, Nan Shu felt that she had fallen into the pack of wolves.

Standing behind the crowd, Qin Qingbai stared anxiously at the wall of people in front of him.

"Let me go, I'm the president, I'll take a look first." Qin Qingbai was anxious.

"You edited this book, you read it last."

Qin Qingbai: "..."

The scene was chaotic, Nan Shu shrank back the books in her hand, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I brought a stack of books."

(End of this chapter)