Chapter 119 Teacher Lin speaks so nicely

On Sunday, the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang ran back from Yanying and had two improved meals at Lin Weimin's house.

He was afraid that he would eat too much and affect Lin Weimin, so he bought some food for Lin Weimin after he arrived.

"What else can my uncle need from you?"

Lin Weimin wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but the boy was so tall and strong that even Lin Weimin himself felt uncomfortable.

Han Zhuangzhuang also brought a piece of news when he came this time. Their class tutor Ni Zhen hopes to invite Lin Weimin to give lectures to the students.

Lin Weimin was a little confused when he heard the invitation. As a literature major, what could he teach these students who were studying acting? It would be better if he was teaching students in the drama department.

However, since Teacher Ni has already sent out the invitation, Lin Weimin can't just turn a blind eye to it. After all, his eldest nephew is still studying at Yanying.

He took a day off on Monday and came to Yanying, intending to have a face-to-face chat with Ni Zhen.

"Oh! Teacher Lin, welcome, welcome!" Ni Zhen was very enthusiastic.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two got down to business. After the conversation, Lin Weimin realized that Ni Zhen actually didn't know what he should say to the students after inviting Lin Weimin.

The reason why he invited Lin Weimin through Han Zhuangzhuang was actually very simple.

The course for the students in the amateur acting class he is currently in charge of is very short, less than a year.

Ni Zhen always felt that it was irresponsible to teach students everything in such a short time, so he wanted to broaden the students' horizons as much as possible.

Just at this time, the newly popular writer Lin Weimin appeared under the title of his student Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle, and Ni Zhen took notice of him.

After hearing what Ni Zhen said, Lin Weimin couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although it felt a bit casual, Teacher Ni also had good intentions.

"Then what do you think I should tell the students?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Of course I'm going to talk about your major. Didn't you write The Intouchables for the People's Art Theatre before? Can you tell us about the creative process of the play The Intouchables?"

Lin Weimin thought that this was probably the only thing he could have in common with these students studying acting.

"good."

"Then why not wait for a better day?"

Lin Weimin was full of surprise. Isn’t this Teacher Ni too impatient?

But he thought about it and realized that this kind of thing was not difficult for him. Everything was in his head. To teach the students, he only needed to organize the prophecy a little bit, which was completely easy.

I’ve finished talking about it today, so I don’t have to waste time next time.

Lin Weimin agreed to Teacher Ni’s request and was very happy.

The two discussed the time. Since the students had classes and rehearsals during the day, Lin Weimin's lecture was scheduled after dinner.

Teacher Ni arranged for Han Zhuangzhuang to tell the classmates in the class the news. After the news was conveyed, it immediately caused an uproar in the class.

"Lin Weimin? Is that the Lin Weimin who wrote Farewell My Concubine?"

"Not only that, he also wrote "The Cliff"!"

"How can "Cliff" be as good as "Farewell My Concubine"? "

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In the crowd, Li Chengru gave Han Zhuangzhuang a smug look.

During rehearsal that day, after Han Zhuangzhuang told Li Chengru, Li Qinqin, Zhu Lin and others about his relationship with Lin Weimin, he specifically told them not to tell others about it in class.

Now it seems that several people have indeed kept their promise.

Li Qinqin quietly asked Han Zhuangzhuang, "Zhuangzhuang, did you invite Teacher Lin?"

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher Ni asked me to call my uncle."

Li Qinqin felt an inexplicable sense of joy in her heart. It seemed that Zhuangzhuang still held an important position in the heart of his uncle, Teacher Lin. If she could get along well with Teacher Lin...

While Li Qinqin was full of fantasies, Zhu Lin stood quietly in the crowd, thinking about the plot of "Farewell My Concubine" in her mind.

Zhu Lin bought the April issue of People's Literature the day it was released. She liked The Death of Euler very much, but she didn't like Lurking and The Cliff. After all, she was a girl and was not interested in these works of fighting, killing, conspiracy and intrigue.

The appearance of "Farewell My Concubine" once again deepened Zhu Lin's love for Lin Weimin, and it became not only love but also admiration.

When Zhu Lin thought about hearing Lin Weimin giving a lecture to their class soon, she couldn't help but want to spin around in place with joy.

The students' discussion continued for a while. After the initial excitement, everyone went about their own business, looking forward to the celebrity lecture in the evening.

Because he had to give lectures to students in the evening, Lin Weimin did not leave at noon. After having lunch in the cafeteria of Yanying, he declined Teacher Ni's invitation to take a rest and walked around the campus of Yanying alone.

At that time, Yanying’s campus was still very shabby. Of course, it was not much better in later generations.

After walking around outside for half a day, Lin Weimin decided to go back to the teacher's office to rest for a while.

Yanying’s teaching building and student dormitories are in the same building, and many classrooms and dormitories are opposite each other or next door.

Lin Weimin could occasionally hear students laughing and playing as he walked in the corridor. When he passed a classroom with its door open, he caught a glimpse of a pretty figure out of the corner of his eye and stopped involuntarily.

This is probably a training room. The afternoon sun shines in through the glass, blurring the dust in the air.

Like a proud swan, the slender and graceful figure dances in the sun, so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

Lin Weimin just stood quietly at the door of the practice room, looking again and again until he was discovered.

"Ah!" A soft and short cry interrupted Lin Weimin from his trance. He looked at the panicked woman in the training room and felt a little embarrassed. He was not careful and was seduced by her beauty.

He wanted to pretend nothing had happened and leave, but he didn't expect to be called out by the woman who had regained her composure.

"Teacher Lin!"

Lin Weimin was stunned. "Do you know me?"

Zhu Lin nodded slightly, looking charming.

"How do you know me?"

"You are Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle. I saw you when I called him in the corridor that day."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You have a really good memory. You can remember it in just two seconds."

Zhu Lin smiled when Lin Weimin praised her.

Lin Weimin felt embarrassed when he was looked at by her. He wanted to explain his behavior just now, but then he thought that the more he smeared himself on others, the worse it would be. So he might as well be more relaxed.

"Why didn't you take a break at noon?" he asked.

"I don't have the habit of taking a nap, so I'll take advantage of the fact that the practice room is empty now to come here and stretch my muscles so that I can have more energy for class in the afternoon."

Lin Weimin replied naturally: "You dance so beautifully!"

Facing his somewhat blatant praise, Zhu Lin's cheeks flushed. "I was just dancing blindly. I learned dancing and other things at Yanying."

"Then you are very talented!"

Zhu Lin was secretly delighted again.

Teacher Lin speaks very nicely.

(End of this chapter)