Chapter 1100

After about ten minutes, Gu Nianjia went to see the post she just posted. The number of views was over 1000, the reply was over 100, and the praise was over 500.

She was a little surprised.

After all, the school forum is not like microblog, which has a lot of views.

It seems that this post can catch fire.

As expected, the beast is the school's man of the moment. Its influence is beyond her expectation. If it goes on like this, she will be able to catch fire.

In other words, the whole school should know that Zhang Jingyu is in charge of mingcao. No one will come to see her as a matchmaker, and no one will come here to bump into the south wall.

After all, in the case of knowing that other people have girlfriends, they still have to chase hard, that is, junior.

In the afternoon, all the teachers at the professor level of the Academy of fine arts hold a meeting in the large conference room of the teaching office.

Before it was time, when Zhang Jing met several old teachers sitting together chatting, he seemed to hear his name from afar.

But he couldn't hear what they were talking about. When he got to the door, those people saw him, stopped talking and looked at him one after another.

A middle-aged male teacher, almost 40 years old, looked at Zhang Jingyu and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, you are so secretive."

Another teacher answered, "no wonder you don't read anyone you're introduced to."

"I had a girlfriend for a long time."

"But Professor Zhang, who is young and promising, has outstanding talent and looks, will not be short of girls' likes."

Some older teachers, you said that Zhang Jingyu was confused.

He frowned. The only thing he could think of was Gu Nianjia saying that he had a girlfriend.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to nod a little to the teachers.

He is trying to send a message to Gu Nianjia with his mobile phone. He asks her if she has said anything. Suddenly an old professor comes out behind her and calls out to him with a long heart and a strong voice, "Jingyu."

Listen to the voice, Zhang Jingyu can tell which professor this is. When he was at a university, he valued his professor of literature most.

It's retirement age.

He turned his head with a smile and gave the old professor a polite nod.

Professor Wen is in his early sixties, and his head is bald. He looks at Zhang Jingyu lovingly and continues to say: "you are always teaching this good student. I don't know if there is any progress in painting technology, but the classical Chinese writing is very unique."

Classical Chinese?

Zhang Jingyu frowned and wondered in his heart.

He could tell that Professor Wen was saying irony and joking, not really boasting that he wrote well.

His mouth is very protective Gu Nianjia, "her level is OK."

In the heart or very confused, what did his baby do?

Writing classical Chinese, he thought, most likely in the forum.

Thinking about it, he nodded a little to Professor Wen again, then walked to the conference room, found a seat, took out his cell phone and started the campus road forum.

When he went in, he saw the hot post at the top. The ID of the person who posted the post was considerate. He knew it. He saw his name in the title of the post.

Click to post.

Glancing at the contents of the post, he reached out to his forehead and couldn't cry or laugh.

In his mind, Gu Nianjia is struggling to stop these languages in front of the computer. Gu Nianjia just sends wechat.

"Teacher, you are very popular."

"But I think it's my statement that the article is well written."