Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 372
Chen Qing told Zhang Zhong about the foundation, and Zhang Zhong told him to ignore it. Huaxia's Hope Project is very complete, and there is no need to entrust other foundations to operate it.

In fact, Zhang Chong also finds it troublesome. If he had time, he would not donate directly like this. He might find a few places to set up a few schools by himself.

The school of Hope Engineering may build a house well, but other configurations are at the lowest line.If you can run your own school and control the number, you can give children a relatively good education.

The release of "The Last Man on Earth" is carried out simultaneously in five languages: Chinese, English, French, Spanish, and German. However, the pre-sale is only done in China, and no other language versions are available for pre-sale.

The previous heavy snow lasted for four or five days, but after the heavy snow, the weather became colder, and the outside was freezing and thawing every day.

Jiangyang University is about to have a holiday, and Zhang Zhong has to go to the last class.

In this last class, Zhang Zhong did not extend it, and continued to talk about "Talking about Literature" that he had not finished.This time, there were more students in the classroom than before. In the middle of the class, some students raised their hands and asked Zhang Zhong if he would still assign homework.

Zhang Zhong told him with a smile that there must be no homework this year, at least until next year.

There are still more than 1 homeworks that have not been reviewed, but it is gratifying that the increase in the number of homework submissions per day is lower than Zhang Zhong’s daily review number, which means that the unreviewed homework has begun to slow down. It has decreased, instead of reviewing and increasing every day like before.

In the past few days, his speed has also increased a lot, mainly because the homework of these students in the middle is not long, and some of them can be done in one or two minutes.

Now he is busy for one or two hours a day, and he can still solve thirty or forty homework. If he is in a good mood and spends more time, he can even finish more than 100 homework a day.

But even if he can review a hundred copies every day, it will take more than three months to finish all these assignments. He really dug a big hole for himself.

Later, he will discuss with the school to see if it is possible to change the homework section, or limit the number of homework, or limit the qualifications for handing in homework, for example, only those who have grabbed the class can hand in homework.

If there are no restrictions, it will be impossible to assign homework in the future.

But it's a good thing to assign homework. At least he saw some of the homework submitted by the students. The articles were very high-quality, and he could also learn more about the level of the students and what they were thinking in their heads.

It is said that he is too old to live and learn, but there is no limit to learning, and there is always more and more to learn. Now he stays at home every day, and his contact with the outside world has become infinitely less. The homework submitted by the students can give him more opportunities to contact the outside world.

It would be a pity if he didn't arrange it in the future.

He selected an article from the assignments he had read before, and planned to put it in the next issue of "Zero Zero One". The one written by Yuan.

When choosing, he also hesitated, after all, Pei Yuan's article has more than 5000 words, if selected, it would take up a lot of space.

But after thinking about it, I decided on this one.It’s only [-] words if it’s too long. You can’t just give up watermelon and choose sesame just because it’s too long.

……

Ever since Pei Yuan opened the window that night to exhaust the air-conditioning in the dormitory, several other people in the dormitory made a unanimous decision to resolutely oppose Pei Yuan getting close to the window.

He will have the right to be near the window only when the weather warms up next spring.

Pei Yuan sat on his bed, looked at the players playing games below, and said, "The weather is nice today, the sun is out."

The head of the dormitory, Duan Kun, turned around quickly and said, "Don't even think about opening the window, it's not bad that the sun is out, but the sun is no different from the lights in the refrigerator. No."

Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Old Duan, look at what you said, it's such a winter day, you've lost all sentimentality at all."

"Pull it down, Pei Yuan, if you want to watch the sun, go outside and see, my brothers won't accompany you."

"All right, all right, I can only appreciate this beautiful scenery alone. You guys, stay alive in this dark and eerie hell." Pei Yuan jumped off the bed and walked out with his head held high.

10 minutes later...

Pei Yuan shrank his neck and came back.

Duan Kun had just lost a game, and when he saw Pei Yuan's cowardly expression, his mood suddenly brightened, and he said with a smile, "How about it, do you still feel that our eerie hell is warmer?"

"Old Duan, what you said..."

Pei Yuan was about to argue with Lao Duan when the phone in his pocket rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

He muttered, "Who is calling me?"

Duan Kun raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this the counselor's call?"

"Counselor?" Pei Yuan was taken aback, their counselors seldom show up, and they are usually not class leaders, so they have no contact with the counselors.

Including the mobile phone number, the counselor wrote it on the blackboard and told them to write it down when the school started, but few people kept it.

Duan Kun was able to recognize the counselor's number at a glance, because Duan Kun was still the party secretary in the class and often dealt with the counselor.

"Why is he calling me at this time?" Pei Yuan asked strangely.

Duan Kun spread his hands, "You don't even know, where would I know, hurry up and pick it up."

"Oh." Pei Yuan connected the phone and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhu."

"It's Pei Yuan."

"Well, yes, Teacher Zhu."

"Pei Yuan, is it convenient for you to come to the office at three o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Mr. Zhu, what's the matter?"

"Hey, you can rest assured. It's a good thing. Zero Zero One magazine has taken a fancy to your article and wants to ask you if you would like to authorize the article to be published in their magazine."

"But I..." Pei Yuan just wanted to say that he hadn't contributed to "Zero Zero One" magazine, but then suddenly remembered that although he hadn't contributed to "Zero Zero One", he had contributed to Zhang Chong.

Isn't handing in assignments just another way of submitting papers?

Pei Yuan was ecstatic. Zhang Zhong let "Zero and One" publish his article. This is his affirmation, and isn't this affirmation what he has always wanted?
"Is there a problem?" Teacher Zhu asked strangely on the phone when Pei Yuan stopped halfway.

Pei Yuan said quickly, "No, no, no, yes, I have time, at three o'clock in the afternoon, shall I come to your office?"

Hearing Pei Yuan's incoherent speech, Teacher Zhu felt his excitement, and said with a smile, "Well, if you are willing, you can come over at three o'clock. If you don't, I will just push you away."

"Yes, yes, I have the will."

"Well, then you come over at three o'clock."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Zhu, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)