Chapter 49 Confidence
The next morning.

Teachers’ dormitory of Beijing Normal University.

Jiang Ting and Xu Yuxiu sent Cheng Kaiyan to the car last night. It was already past nine o’clock in the evening when they came back. After washing up, they read for a while and it was eleven o’clock when they fell asleep.

The warm and thin sunlight outside the window shines through the glass printed window and falls on Jiang Ting’s face. The sunlight brings a little heat to awaken the woman’s cold face.

Jiang Ting’s behavior after getting up was very formulaic. She made her bed, took care of her personal hygiene, put on a coat, and walked out to the cafeteria at a leisurely pace.

There were few pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, and only a few breakfast shops had their lights on.

Jiang Ting passed by two big stone lions and walked into the campus.

In the early morning, there was a light mist floating in Beijing Normal University. The white mist covered the wooden road signs, the old iron gates painted with varnish, and the big stone lions at the east gate like white gauze clothes…

It seems exceptionally quiet.

It wasn’t until we reached the dormitory that the area around the cafeteria started to get lively.

Through the door of the cafeteria, you can vaguely see the crowded figures inside.

Jiang Ting walked in quickly, got a bowl of porridge, a fried dough stick, and a boiled egg. This was her breakfast.

While eating, Jiang Ting was thinking about today’s schedule.

Today is the review and award ceremony day for the teachers-student poetry writing competition. As one of the judges, Jiang Ting is naturally indispensable.

The entire event is scheduled to be held in the auditorium of Beijing Normal University, and will be attended by teachers, leaders, students, and editors and poets of Poetry Magazine from the school.

The poetry competition is divided into first, second, third prizes, and consolation prizes.

The rewards were also quite generous, including radio tickets, bicycle tickets, and the grand prize TV ticket. As for the consolation prize, it was just one or two dollars, as well as some bills for daily necessities.

But there is a separation between students and teachers, both in terms of rewards and groups.

It is divided into student group and faculty group.

Considering the gap in the level of the two sides, they were not put together.

If put together, although it is possible that some outstanding students will win awards, most of the awards will inevitably be taken away by teachers.

Just as Jiang Ting was thinking, Lin Xiaohong, Ji Qinglan, Zhao Ruixue and others walked over to the cafeteria not far away and greeted Jiang Ting with a smile.

“Professor Jiang, are you here too?”

“Ah.”

Jiang Ting looked up and saw that it was Lin Xiaohong and students in her class. She knew that these people were Cheng Kaiyan’s friends, so she nodded.

Several people sat down and started to eat and chat, mainly about today’s competition. After Jiang Ting revealed it, everyone knew that she was one of the judges today.

He immediately asked questions out of curiosity, sometimes about rewards, sometimes about scoring criteria. In short, Jiang Ting patiently answered them one by one.

“The specific process is like this. The judges circulate it collectively, and then give it to the host to recite publicly. After that, the judges will give specific scores in percentage.” Jiang Ting explained to everyone.

“I see.”

Everyone had an understanding smile on their face.

Only Lin Xiaohong looked miserable. “I want to recite it publicly? Then I’m doomed! I wrote a limerick!”

“Hahaha!”

“Teacher Kobayashi is really interesting.”

“What kind of doggerel is that? Tell us about it, Mr. Kobayashi. We have been professionally trained and we will never laugh if it’s not funny!”

Zhao Ruixue and several other girls burst into laughter, and for a moment the whole place was filled with singing and talking, and the atmosphere was lively and vivid.

“Hey, where’s Cheng Kaiyan, Professor Jiang? Why isn’t he with you today?”

After chatting for a while, Lin Xiaohong suddenly asked.

“I asked for leave for something. I’m going on a business trip.”

“On a business trip? Oh, he even asked me to accept the award for the poetry competition for him.”

Lin Xiaohong muttered, her poem had no hope of success anyway. “I asked you to help receive the award?”

Hearing this, Jiang Ting looked sideways. Is Kaiyan such a confident child?
Actually, she hadn’t read the entire novel, but now she was going to take a good look at this poem.

……

In the corner of the cafeteria, the two Song brothers sat together with two men.

“Jianming, so you two are brothers. I was wondering why you sounded so familiar. Both brothers in your family are talented. Last time I came to your school, I read Jianchun’s poem ‘The One I Love’ and it was well written, with the shadow of today’s poetry school in it.” Editor Zhou of Poetry Magazine said with a smile.

A young man with glasses, a thin face and a gloomy look was sitting nearby. He said to the two Song brothers without a smile, “If you two have more poems, why not submit them to our Today magazine?”

This is the editor-in-chief of “Today”, Bei Dao, whose real name is Zhao Zhenkai. Since 1978, he has founded an underground magazine “Today” with Mang Ke, Gu Cheng and others. He was later hailed as the founder of the Misty Poetry School.

Of course, it is not called Misty Poetry now. It was not until August this year that Poetry Magazine published an article entitled “The Suffocating Misty” written by Zhang Ming to criticize them, and only then did it accidentally get the name of Misty Poetry.

“It’s easy to talk about.”

Song Jianming was disdainful in his heart, but he was very humble on the surface. He changed the subject: “The rewards for this poetry competition are very generous. The first prize is a TV ticket, which can be easily sold for dozens of yuan.”

“Why, Jianming is willing to sell it?” Editor Zhou’s eyes flashed and he said with a smile, his tone implying that the first place belongs to this old classmate.

In fact, although there are poets per capita in the Normal University, there are not many of them of real quality. Editor Zhou has read Song Jianming’s poem. Although it does not meet the publication requirements of the Poetry Magazine, it is already a very outstanding poem.

It is easy to win the first prize at Beijing Normal University.

“Yes, you know that there are five of us in our family and life is very difficult.” Song Jianming sighed.

“Okay, just pass it to me when the time comes.”

“Row!”

Bei Dao on the side secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that it was too early to say this.

Nine o’clock.

The auditorium gradually became lively, with ribbons, balloons and other things decorated around it, making it look festive.

Since it was the first time that the Normal University organized such a large-scale poetry event, professional editors of poetry magazines and some poets were also invited.

So a lot of students came, and the front row was basically occupied by people from the Cradle Literary Society and the May Fourth Literary Society. There were even students from Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Renmin University who came to join in the fun.

There were several tables on the stage, as well as a pile of envelopes.

Jiang Ting was standing in the lively crowd of teachers when a few people came over.

“Professor Jiang.”

Director Fang was accompanied by Song Jianming, who was accompanied by two other men.

A gentle man with a smile on his face.

A man with a gloomy, thin face, wearing glasses and carrying a small shoulder bag.

“Director Fang.”

Director Fang pointed to the long-faced man beside him and introduced him to Jiang Ting: “This is the editor Zhou Mingrui of Poetry Magazine and the poet Bei Dao! Professor Jiang should be familiar with the name Bei Dao, right? The poem “Answer” published in the third issue of Poetry Magazine last March was written by him.”

“The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.”

Jiang Ting then read it out loud, and then looked at Bei Dao, “Hello, I have heard a lot about you.”

“Hello, hello, Professor Jiang.” Bei Dao greeted quickly.

After some introductions, everyone got to know each other.

Editor Zhou of Poetry Magazine, Bei Dao, Jiang Ting, and Director Fang are the four people who will be the review judges today.

The four of them exchanged a few words and sat down on the judges’ seats on the stage, waiting for their time to come.

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