The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 43 [Ancient Chinese Union Association]

As the most important economic center in the country, Shanghai gives people the feeling that there are only two words - prosperous!
Whether it is architecture or roads, humanities or layout, they are all so different.

Stepping on the road with two feet briskly, Zheng Miao seemed to be a different person. She put her hands to form a horn and put her mouth, and shouted loudly: "Shanghai, I, Zheng Miao, are here!"

"Uh..." Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan quickly took five or six steps back, acting like I didn't know her.

Seeing this, Zheng Miao rolled his eyes angrily, and snorted, "Why are you hiding? How can a bumpkin like you two understand my sister's dream?"

Long Aotian helped his thick glasses: "Sister Miao, dreaming and dreaming are actually similar in meaning, you'd better take it easy."

Fang Zhenyuan hurriedly said: "Xiaolong, how can you say that about Sister Miao? You still have to have a dream!"

Zheng Miao, who was caught by Long Aotian, heard that he was about to praise Fang Zhenyuan, when he heard the guy continue: "Dreams are still necessary, what if you see a ghost?"

Zheng Miao: "..."

"Mr. Kong, look at them..."

Seeing the students bickering, Kong Meng smiled lightly.

He understood Zheng Miao's state of mind very well. In fact, when he first set foot here, he also had a feeling of youthful enthusiasm.

After thinking about it, he read:
"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles.

If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake the water.

When the world sees my constant special tone, they all sneer when they hear what I say.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of future generations, but her husband can't be too young!
Xiao Miao, don't care what others say, you must believe in yourself.You are still young, and there is still a long way to go, as long as you work hard, everything is possible. "

Hearing this, Zheng Miao's beautiful eyes instantly burst into dazzling brilliance, and she nodded vigorously: "Thank you teacher, I will definitely work hard."

"It's like 'the big roc rises with the same wind in one day, soaring up to [-] miles.', are young people now so powerful?"

An old voice sounded, and Confucius turned his head to look, only to see an old man in Tang suit, looking at this side with a smile, his red face was full of kindness.

Kong Meng hurriedly said: "I just sent it out of my feelings, the old man is overwhelmed."

The old man shook his head: "I post it because I feel it? I feel it every day, old man, but after 30 years, I haven't published such a magnificent poem. Little brother, I wonder if you are interested in joining the [Ancient Chinese Union Association]?"

"[Ancient Chinese Union Association]?" Kong Meng was stunned, apparently hearing about this organization for the first time.

“The [Ancient Prose Alliance Association] is a civil society organization initiated by several ancient prose lovers. Its purpose is to grasp the context of the times and promote traditional classics. It can barely be counted as a part of my country’s intangible cultural heritage! Oh, look at my memory , I forgot to introduce, my name is Li Yifu!"

Hearing this series of slogans, Confucius and Mencius were taken aback for a while. Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Miao exclaimed suddenly: "Are you really Mr. Li, the president of [Ancient Chinese Union Association]?"

Li Yifu was taken aback: "Girl, do you know me?"

He was a little surprised. Groups like the Ancient Chinese Union Association are not well-known in the society. Even as the president, to non-industry people, he is not much different from a passer-by.

Zheng Miao was a little embarrassed: "Isn't Mr. Li invited as a special guest by the "Looking for a Good Voice" column team? I saw it from the list published on the official website."

Li Yifu suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are going to participate in the voice audition."

Kong Meng couldn't help looking at Zheng Miao. He also read the information on the official website of "Looking for a Good Voice".

In addition to the large number of candidates in Shanghai, the number of special guests for this session was no less than fifty. As soon as Zheng Miao heard Li Yifu's name and occupation, he was able to match up with these people immediately, which showed that she had put a lot of thought into this aspect.

Fang Zhenyuan rushed over suddenly: "Are you really a judge?"

Li Yifu smiled and nodded: "Thanks to Shanghai Satellite TV for looking up to me, a bad old man."

Fang Zhenyuan slapped his hands: "Great, President Li, no, Mr. Li, for the sake of fate that we meet each other, you must find a way to let her pass when the time comes! , on behalf of Sister Miao, I would like to thank your eight generations of ancestors."

Li Yifu: "???"

"Oh, I made a slip of the tongue." Fang Zhenyuan slapped himself, "Sister Miao's eight generations of ancestors will thank you!"

"Fang Zhenyuan, get out of here!" Zheng Mou's eyes were burning with anger.

On purpose, this guy must have done it on purpose.

Kong Meng also stared at Fang Zhenyuan fiercely, until the guy shrank his head and stopped talking, then apologized: "Mr. Li, I'm really sorry, my student is really naughty."

Coughing lightly, Li Yifu said, "It's...not that I don't want to help, but that there are a lot of people participating in the audition this time, and now the number in Shanghai alone has exceeded 5000, and it is said that whether they can be successfully promoted actually has little to do with the judges. "

Kong Meng waved his hands again and again: "Don't bother Mr. Li. Whether you can advance in the audition depends on your personal strength. If you have the strength, it will come naturally. If you don't have the strength, even if you pass by luck, it is doomed to not last long."

Li Yifu immediately gave a thumbs up when he heard the words: "It's still my little brother who can see clearly, but it's a pity that many people in this world still don't understand after half their lives."

Then he turned to the previous topic: "Actually, the [Ancient Chinese Union Association] is pretty good, so why don't you learn about it, little brother?"

"This..." Confucius and Mencius were actually not interested in the so-called [Ancient Prose Alliance Association], but after Fang Zhenyuan made such a fuss, he refused directly, so he could only ask, "Will it be a waste of time to join? You also know , I have to rush to Shanghai Satellite TV..."

Li Yifu waved his hands again and again: "Don't delay, don't delay, little brother, add me to WeChat first."

After scanning the QR code, Kong Meng found himself drawn into a group called [Feng Hua Xue Yue Club].

"Uh..." He couldn't help sweating, "Old man, this club... Did you make a mistake?"

Li Yifu laughed: "That's right, it's this group. When I started the group, it was indeed called [Ancient Chinese Union Association], but a few young people in the group felt that it was not up to date, so they changed it to [Feng Hua Xue Yue Club]."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He really wants to complain, you are advancing with the times, but it is easy to make people think wrong!

But of course you can't say, "What do I do next?"

Li Yifu said: "No more, you are already a member of [Ancient Prose Alliance Association]. Oh, you can change the group name if you have time."

Confucius and Mencius: "???"

Damn, joining the group is a member, is it so hasty?
If those who are looking forward to joining the [Ancient Chinese Union Association] know what Confucius and Mencius think, they will definitely vomit blood in anger.

In order to be able to join the club, I have been holding back for three years to produce an ancient essay, but I was directly passed. You think it is easy?
After Confucius and Mencius joined the club, Li Yifu also knew his name: "I'll call you Xiao Kong. If you have any works related to ancient Chinese, you can put them in the group. Maybe there will be surprises!"

"Okay, definitely!" Kongmeng said perfunctorily.

Judging from Li Yifu's casual attitude, [Ancient Prose Alliance Association] has already been marked by him as a gathering place for some third-rate organizations. He is so busy, how can he have time to bubble up in it?
(End of this chapter)