The system invites me to be a teacher

As the most important economic center in the country, Shanghai has only two words-prosperous!

No matter architecture or road, humanity or layout, they are all so different.

With two feet lightly stepping on the road, Zheng Ai seemed to be a different person. She put her hands into a horn and put it to her mouth, and shouted: "Shanghai, I'm here, Zheng Ai!"

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

Zheng Mao rolled his eyes angrily when he saw this, and hummed, "Why do you hide? How can you guys understand your sister's dream?"

Long Aotian helped the thick glasses: "Sister Ai, dreams and dreams actually mean the same thing. It's better for you to stay a little longer."

Fang Zhenyuan hurriedly said, "Xiaolong, how can you say that about sister Ai? You still have a dream!"

Zheng Mao, who had been here by Long Ao Weather, heard that he was about to compliment Fang Zhenyuan, so he listened to this guy and continued: "Dreams still have to be there, what if hell?"

Zheng Ai: "..."

"Teacher Kong, look at them..."

Seeing the students bicker, Kong and Meng smiled softly.

He understands Zheng Mao's mood very well. In fact, when he first set foot here, he also had a feeling of youthful passion.

After thinking about it, he read:

"The Dapeng rises in the same wind in one day, soaring for ninety thousand miles.

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

When the world sees my constant tune, they all sneer when they hear the words.

Xuan's father can still fear offspring, and her husband is not young!

Small aim, 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 Mao's beautiful eyes burst into dazzling brilliance, and she nodded vigorously: "Thank you, teacher, I will definitely cheer."

"What a'Dapeng rises in the same wind one day, soaring for 90,000 miles.', are the young people so powerful now?"

An old voice sounded, Confucius and Mencius turned his head to look, only to see an old man wearing a Tang suit, looking at this side with a smile, the red face was all kind.

Confucius and Mencius hurriedly said: "I just sent it out with feelings, the old man praised it."

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

"[Association of Ancient Chinese Language Association]?" Confucius and Mencius were dumbfounded, apparently the first time I heard of this organization.

"[Ancient Prose Union Association] is a civil society group initiated by several ancient prose lovers. Its purpose is to grasp the context of the times, promote traditional classics, and barely count as part of our country's intangible cultural heritage! Oh, look at my memory , Forgot to introduce, my name is Li Yifu!"

Confucius and Mencius were stunned by this serial number. Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Mao suddenly exclaimed: "Are you really Mr. Li, the president of [Ancient Chinese Association]?"

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

He is a little surprised that groups like the Ancient Chinese Association are not well-known in the society. Even as the president, for non-industry people, they are not much different from passers-by.

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

Li Yifu suddenly said, "So you are going to participate in the audition of the good voice."

Confucius and Mencius couldn't help looking at Zheng Mao. He also read the information on the official website of "Finding Good Voices", and the text on it was densely packed with no less than 50,000.

In addition, Shanghai has a large number of selected guests. The number of special guests in this session is no less than 50. As soon as Zheng Mao heard Li Yifu's name and profession, he was able to match up with these people immediately, which shows that she has put a lot of thought into this aspect.

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

Li Yifu smiled and nodded: "Thanks to the Shanghai Satellite TV that can afford to see me as a bad old man."

Fang Zhenyuan slapped his slap: "Great, President Li, it's not right, Mr. Li, for the sake of fate everyone meets, you must find a way to get her through when you see sister come on stage! If this happens, , I would like to thank your eight generations of ancestors on behalf of Sister Mao."

Li Yifu: "???"

"Oh, missed the word." Fang Zhenyuan slapped himself, "Sister Ai's eighth generation ancestors will thank you!"

"Fang Zhenyuan, get out of my mother!" Zheng Zhao's eyes burst into flames.

On purpose, this guy must be on purpose.

Confucius and Mencius also stared at Fang Zhenyuan fiercely, until he shrank his head and stopped talking, he apologized: "Mr. Li, I'm really sorry, my student is so naughty."

With a soft cough, Li Yifu said: "This...It's not that I don't want to help, but that there are a lot of people participating in the audition. Now it has exceeded 5000 in Shanghai, and it is said that whether it can be successfully promoted is actually not related to the judges. "

Confucius and Mencius waved his hands again and again: "Don't bother Mr. Li. Whether you can advance in the audition depends on your personal strength. Once your strength is reached, it will come naturally. If your strength is not good enough, even if you pass it by chance, it will not be long-term."

Li Yifu immediately gave a thumbs up when he heard the words: "The little brother still sees clearly, but unfortunately many people in this world have lived for half their lives and still don't understand."

Then he turned to the previous topic: "Actually, [Ancient Chinese Association] is still good. Why don't you know about it, little brother?"

"This..." Confucius and Mencius are actually not interested in the so-called [Ancient Prose Union Association], but after Fang Zhenyuan's troubles, he refused directly, and had to say, "Will it take a lot of time to join? You also know , I have to rush to Shanghai Satellite TV..."

Li Yifu waved his hand again and again: "No delay, no delay, little brother, please add me WeChat first."

After scanning the code, Confucius and Mencius found that he had been drawn into a group called [Feng Hua Xueyue Club].

"Uh..." He couldn't help but sweat. "Old gentleman, this club...Did you make a mistake?"

Li Yifu laughed and said, "Yes, this is the group. Originally, I was called the [Ancient Chinese Association Association] when I founded the group. However, a few young people in the group felt that it was not enough to keep up with the times, 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!

But of course you can’t say: "What should I do next?"

Li Yifu said, "There is no next step. You are now a member of [Ancient Prose Union Association]. Oh, take the time to change the group name."

Confucius and Mencius: "???"

Damn, joining a group is a member, is it so hasty?

If you let those who are looking forward to joining the [Ancient Prose Union Association] know the thoughts of Confucius and Mencius, they will vomit blood in anger.

Lao Tzu, I held back an ancient essay for three years in order to be able to join the conference, but I was directly passed by. How simple do you think?

After Confucius and Mencius joined the conference, Li Yifu also knew his name: "I'll just call you Xiaokong, and you can put any works related to ancient Chinese in the group, maybe there will be unexpected surprises!"

"Okay, it must be!" Confucius and Mencius said perfunctorily.

Judging from Li Yifu's casual attitude, [Ancient Prose Union Association] has been marked by him as a gathering place for naval forces of a third-rate organization. I am so busy, how can I have time to bubble in?