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Professor Liang Ying, who is suspected of plagiarizing

Professor Liang Ying, who is suspected of plagiarizing several papers and is known as “Professor 404” in the School of Sociology of Nanjing University, is suspected of academic plagiarism. At last, new progress has been made.

 

According to Nanjing University News Network, on December 12, Nanjing University held a warning education conference. The meeting briefed the school on the treatment of Liang Ying’s academic misconduct and other violations.

According to the report, after investigation and study by the Academic Committee of Nanjing University and the Teachers’Professional Ethics and Discipline Committee, Liang Ying was found to have serious problems of academic ethics and other teachers’ ethics.

According to the spirit and regulations of the Ministry of Education’s “Opinions on Establishing and Perfecting a Long-term Mechanism for the Construction of Teachers’Ethics in Colleges and

Universities”, “Guiding Opinions of the Ministry of Education on the Treatment of Teachers’ Misconduct in Colleges and

Universities” and “Ten Guidelines for Teachers’Professional Behavior in

Colleges and Universities in the New Era”, Nanjing University has given Liang

Ying serious warning and administrative misdemeanor sanctions within the Party, For teaching and scientific research

posts, the contract for appointing young scholars under the “Yangtze River Scholars Award Scheme” shall be

terminated, and the relevant departments at higher levels shall be submitted to revoke the title of the relevant talent plan and the qualifications of teachers.

At the same time, Nanjing University has also asked relevant departments such as the Social College, the Human Resources

Department and the Academic Affairs Department to make a deep reflection

and earnest review, and take practical measures to prevent such incidents from happening again.

On October 24 this year, China Youth Daily revealed that Liang Ying was

suspected of plagiarizing many papers and submitting more than one

manuscript. Moreover, her attitude in teaching was reported by undergraduates of Nanjing University. Liang Ying

reported that at least 15 articles were plagiarized or submitted more than one manuscript.

On the same day, the official micro-blog of Nanjing University issued a “Note on Liang’s Suspected Academic Misconduct and Other Teachers’Ethics”, saying that

the school attached great importance to media coverage, and immediately asked the relevant departments to set up an

investigation team to investigate and verify in accordance with the regulations and procedures.

Of course, from what we know now, it is not enough to fully prove that the rumor of

Liang Xiaolong’s derailment is true. Specifically,

we should wait for my real response,

whether he was derailed or framed,

and we will eat melon slowly.

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This time I went to Hengdian to shoot a movie and

This time I went to Hengdian to shoot a movie and cheat my wife to take you with me. It’s so happy that I’ve been with you for more than 20 days and 24 hours.

In order to take you there conveniently, I can only tell you that you are my assistant. Instead of filming, I’ll take you to Wenzhou and Yiwu to play. I’ve kept you for so many years. You’ve always called me husband. As long as you are happy,

I’m willing to do anything. All the friends around you know that you exist. This time, I take you to the theatre, that is to say, I want others to know that you are my woman. In order to accommodate you, I did not fly directly to Hong Kong, but accompanied you to fly to Shenzhen. Then I return to Hong Kong, I can not leave you. For you, I can not leave my family wife and children, although I am more than 30 years older than you, but as long as you do not leave. I’d like to spend as much money on you as I can every month, because I miss you and I have to talk to you on video every day before I go home.

The picture is a picture of a video of a suspected derailed woman posted on Xiaolong Liang’s Weibo.

At present, Liang Xiaolong’s micro-blog has deleted this micro-blog, the latest one is the Mid-Autumn Festival blessings released on September 23.

Although it was written by Liang Xiaolong’s micro-blog, some netizens questioned that Liang Xiaolong’s last micro-blog was sufficient to prove that he used traditional characters, but this micro-blog admitted to derailment was all simplified characters, suspected of being framed by stolen numbers, but some netizens thought that Xiaosan was released for the sake of his superior.

As for Bruce Leung, we are familiar with him. Since the 1970s, Bruce Leung and Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Dillon have been called the “Four Little Dragons” in Hong Kong’s performing arts circle,

which proves his accomplishments in action movies. In addition, Bruce Leung has also played “Huo Yuanjia” and “Chen Zhen” in the north and south of the

Yangtze River, and the most familiar roles of mainland audiences must be those of mainland audiences. The biggest villain in Zhou Xingchi’s film Kungfu is the evil spirit of fire cloud.

But what many people don’t know is that in the mid-1980s, Liang Xiaolong was invited to the Mainland for cultural exchanges after he finished filming The Four Great Names. In an interview with Taiwanese media at that time, Liang

Xiaolong also said, “This is the first time in my life that I have set foot in my motherland. The audience is warm and friendly to me like a relative, which makes me deeply moved. As a Chinese, I am silent. I wish the motherland the best of luck in its economic development.

As a Zhongshan native in Guangdong, Liang Xiaolong’s remarks have no problem. But it is surprising that Taiwan’s “free trade union” immediately found him, asked him to write a confession letter, and wanted him to publicly express statements that

are not conducive to the reunification of the motherland. Bloody Fang Gang’s Liang Xiaolong refused this unreasonable request, but since then his films can no longer enter Taiwan, and film and television personnel in Taiwan no longer dare to find him to shoot films, Liang Xiaolong had to take a rest and do some business in food, automobile parts and so on. Until Taiwan’s opening ban in 1991, Liang Xiaolong starred in the local “Wulang Bagua stick”. 。

Liang Xiaolong’s emotional life is also quite rich. In 1975, Liang Xiaolong married Li Ailian and had a daughter. But after divorce, her daughter’s custody was awarded to her ex-wife. With her busy work, Liang Xiaolong did not have any contact with her older daughter and ex-wife. In 1994, Liang Xiaolong knew a 20-year-old woman, Song Qian, who married the next year, and Song Qian was born to Liang Xiaolong after marriage. Next son and daughter, and under the influence of Xiaolong Liang, practicing martial arts from an early age.

Of course, from what we know now, it is not enough to fully prove that the rumor of

Liang Xiaolong’s derailment is true. Specifically,

we should wait for my real response,

whether he was derailed or framed,

and we will eat melon slowly.

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Its owner had been dead, the back of her head

Its owner had been dead, the back of her head smashed into red pulp flecked with bits of bone, but her cloak looked warm and thick. It was snowing, and Varamyr had

lost his own cloaks at the Wall. His sleeping pelts and woolen smallclothes, his sheepskin boots and fur-lined gloves, his store of mead and hoarded food, the hanks

of hair he took from the women he bedded, even the golden arm rings Mance had given him, all lost and left behind. I burned and I died and then I ran, half-mad with

pain and terror. The memory still shamed him, but he had not been alone. Others had run as well, hundreds of them, thousands. The battle was lost. The knights had

come, invincible in their steel, killing everyone who stayed to fight. It was run or die.

45 “That’s a good lock you have on the building,” the sheriff announced. “Kept them from opening the door right away.”

“Mighty good thing your daughter happened to look out of her window before she turned in to bed,” remarked the neighbor.

“Yes, indeed it is.”

“I call the best part that you had a pop-gun to pepper them with. I heard one cry out, and from my window I saw that the fellow hiding nearest the barn grabbed toward his face.”

“From that window of yours you must have had a pretty good look at them, even if it was dark,” said the sheriff.

“Did, for an instant. The lad that got nipped seemed like a big boy; tall, stout chap I should say, but the way he sprinted after the gun went off, he

Death was not so easily outrun, however. So when Varamyr came upon the dead woman in the wood, he knelt to strip the cloak from her, and never saw the boy

until he burst from hiding to drive the long bone knife into his side and rip the cloak out

of his clutching fingers. “His mother,” Thistle told him later, after the boy had run off. “It were his mother’s cloak, and when he saw you robbing her …”

 

sure is agile.”

“Did you hear them

at the hangar?”

Roberta asked.

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Varamyr might have been amongst them if only

Varamyr might have been amongst them if only he’d been stronger. The sea was grey and cold and far away, though, and he knew that he would never live to see it. He

 

 

was nine times dead and dying, and this would be his true death. A squirrel-skin cloak, he remembered, he knifed me for a squirrel-skin cloak.

“Don’t go out,” Mrs. Langwell urged as her husband began to don his trousers hastily under his robe.

“It’s quite safe,” he assured her. Before he was ready there came a pounding at the door—alarmed voices shouted, “You people all right, Langwell?”

“That’s Mr. Howard. He’s the sheriff of the county and must have been in the neighborhood.”

“I’ll be right down,” Mrs. Langwell called. Presently the officer of the law was standing in the hall, while she explained what had happened.

“Glad nobody’s hurt, least-wise, none of you folks. I’ll go out and have a look44 around.” There was a business-like gun in his hand and his chin was set firmly.

“I’m coming with you,” Mr. Langwell called from the top of the stairs as he hurried to join the sheriff.

“I’m coming too, Dad.”

“Stay with your mother, please,” he answered, so Roberta obeyed.

“There isn’t a thing you can do out there, Honey,” Mrs. Langwell assured her. “And you might get in the way.”

So the girl had to be content to remain inside, while sounds of people running, sharp questions, brief answers, and the noise of automobiles stopping while the occupants

demanded to know what was the difficulty came to them from outside. Half an hour later Mr. Langwell came back with the sheriff and their nearest neighbor, and

although they were greatly excited, they had discovered nothing more than some footprints of the robbers, and the place where a large car had been parked by the

side of the road, obviously waiting to assist

the thieve

in their

from the scene

of their mischief.

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One day, as they fled, a rider came galloping

One day, as they fled, a rider came galloping through the woods on a gaunt white horse, shouting that they all should make for the Milkwater, that the Weeper was

gathering warriors to cross the Bridge of Skulls and take the Shadow Tower. Many followed him; more did not. Later, a dour warrior in fur and amber went from

cookfire to cookfire, urging all the survivors to head north and take refuge in the valley of the Thenns. Why he thought they would be safe there when the Thenns

themselves had fled the place Varamyr never learned, but hundreds followed him. Hundreds more went off with the woods witch who’d had a vision of a fleet of ships

coming to carry the free folk south. “We must seek the sea,” cried Mother Mole, and her followers turned east.

Simultaneously with the sound of peppering bullets came a furious string of oaths. A second figure leaped from the corner of the old building and then the gun spoke

again. This time, amid the hail of small bullets came a muffled cry of pain, subdued curses, and a swift scrambling of two pairs of feet taking their owners helter-skelter

from the vicinity. From a distance came the roar of a motor thrown open quickly somewhere down the road, a clutch released as if by frantic hands, then an automobile in motion, but moving slowly.

“Nipped them,” Dad declared with satisfaction.

“Wish you could have done more than that,” Roberta said without any compunction.

43 “At any rate, they are frightened away. Turn on the lights, Mother, please, and we’ll do some investigating.” Mrs. Langwell pressed the switches which immediately

illuminated the whole house, and the sounds of shouts came from the home of the nearest neighbors. This was taken up by other persons, while someone on a motorcycle

seemed to turn

as if giving

chase after

the robbers.

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Leagues away, in a one-room hut of mud and straw

Leagues away, in a one-room hut of mud and straw with a thatched roof and a smoke hole and a floor of hard-packed earth, Varamyr shivered and coughed

and licked his lips. His eyes were red, his lips cracked, his throat dry and parched, but the taste of blood and fat filled his

mouth, even as his swollen belly cried for nourishment. A child’s flesh, he thought, remembering Bump. Human meat. Had

he sunk so low as to hunger after human meat? He could almost hear Haggon

growling at him. “Men may eat the flesh of beasts and beasts the flesh of men, but the man who eats the flesh of man is an abomination.”

Abomination. That had always been Haggon’s favorite word. Abomination, abomination, abomination. To eat of

human meat was abomination, to mate as wolf with wolf was abomination, and to seize the body of another man was the

worst abomination of all. Haggon was weak, afraid of his own power. He died weeping and alone when I ripped his second life from him. Varamyr had

devoured his heart himself. He taught me much and more, and the last thing I learned from him was the taste of human flesh.

For example, there was the Piscine Deligny, the city’s oldestpool, dating back to 1796, an open-air barge moored to

theQuai d’Orsay and the venue for the swimming events of the1900 Olympics. But none of the times were recognized by theInternational Swimming Federation

because the pool was sixmetres too long. The water in the pool came straight from theSeine, unfiltered and unheated. “It

was cold and dirty,” saidMamaji. “The water, having crossed all of Paris, came in foulenough. Then people at the pool made it utterly disgusting.”

Inconspiratorial whispers, with shocking details to back up hisclaim, he assured us that the French had very low standardsof personal hygiene. “Deligny was bad

enough. Bain Royal,another latrine on the Seine, was worse. At least at

Delignythey scooped out the dead fish.” Nevertheless, an Olympic poolis an Olympic pool, touched by immortal glory. Though it

 

wasa cesspool,

Mamaji spoke of

Deligny with

a fond smile.

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Then the pack was on them.His one-eyed brother

Then the pack was on them.

His one-eyed brother knocked the tooth-thrower back into a snowdrift and tore his throat out as he struggled. His sister

slipped behind the other male and took him from the rear. That left the female and her pup for him.

She had a tooth too, a little one made of bone, but she dropped it when the warg’s jaws closed around her leg. As she fell,

she wrapped both arms around her noisy pup. Underneath her furs the female was just skin and bones, but her dugs were

full of milk. The sweetest meat was on the pup. The wolf saved the choicest parts for his brother. All around the

carcasses, the frozen snow turned pink and red as the pack filled its bellies.

It was on my own, a guilty pleasure, that I returned to thesea, beckoned by the mighty waves that crashed down

andreached for me in humble tidal ripples, gentle lassos thatcaught their willing Indian boy.

My gift to Mamaji one birthday, I must have been thirteenor so, was two full lengths of credible butterfly. I finished sospent I could hardly wave to him.

Beyond the activity of swimming, there was the talk of it. Itwas the talk that Father loved. The more vigorously he

resistedactually swimming, the more he fancied it. Swim lore was hisvacation talk from the workaday talk of running a zoo.

Waterwithout a hippopotamus was so much more manageable thanwater with one.

Mamaji studied in Paris for two years, thanks to the colonialadministration. He had the time of his life. This was in

theearly 1930s, when the French were still trying to makePondicherry as Gallic as the British were trying to make

therest of India Britannic. I don’t recall exactly what Mamajistudied. Something commercial, I suppose. He was a

greatstoryteller, but forget about his studies or the Eiffel Tower orthe Louvre or the cafés of the Champs-Elysées. All his storieshad to do

 

with swimming

pools and

swimming

competitions.

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A man alone was a feeble thing. Big andstrong,

A man alone was a feeble thing. Big and strong, with good sharp eyes, but dull of ear and deaf to smells. Deer and elk and even hares were faster, bears and boars

fiercer in a fight. But men in packs were dangerous. As the wolves closed on the prey, the warg heard the wailing of a pup, the crust of last night’s snow breaking under clumsy man-paws,

the rattle of hardskins and the long grey claws men carried.

Swords, a voice inside him whispered, spears.

The trees had grown icy teeth, snarling down from the bare brown branches. One Eye ripped through the

undergrowth, spraying snow. His packmates followed. Up a hill and down the slope beyond, until the wood opened before them and the men were there.

One was female. The fur-wrapped bundle she clutched was her pup. Leave her for last, the voice whispered, the males are the danger. They were roaring at each

other as men did, but the warg could smell their terror. One had a wooden tooth as tall as he was. He flung it, but his hand was shaking and the tooth sailed high.

I went there with him three times a week throughout mychildhood, a Monday, Wednesday, Friday early morning

ritualwith the clockwork regularity of a good front-crawl stroke. Ihave vivid memories of this dignified old man

stripping down tonakedness next to me, his body slowly emerging as he

neatlydisposed of each item of clothing, decency being salvaged at thevery end by a slight turning away and a magnificent

pair ofimported athletic bathing trunks. He stood straight and he wasready. It had an epic simplicity. Swimming

instruction, which intime became swimming practice, was gruelling, but there wasthe deep pleasure of doing a

stroke with increasing ease andspeed, over and over, till hypnosis practically,

the water

turningfrom

molten lead to

liquid light.

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“It was a pool the gods would have delighted to swim in.

“It was a pool the gods would have delighted to swim in.
Molitor had the best competitive swimming club in Paris. Therewere two pools, an indoor and an outdoor. Both were as bigas small oceans. The indoor

pool always had two lanesreserved for swimmers who wanted to do lengths. The waterwas so clean and clear you could have used it to make yourmorning

coffee. Wooden changing cabins, blue and white,surrounded the pool on two floors. You could look down andsee everyone and everything. The porters who marked yourcabin door with chalk to show that it was occupied

werelimping old men, friendly in an ill-tempered way. No amount ofshouting and tomfoolery ever ruffled them. The showers gushedhot, soothing water.

There was a steam room and an exerciseroom. The outside pool became a skating rink in winter. Therewas a bar, a cafeteria, a large sunning deck, even

two smallbeaches with real sand. Every bit of tile, brass and woodgleamed. It was – it was…”It was the only pool that made Mamaji fall silent, hismemory

 

skating rink in winter. Therewas a bar, a cafeteria, a large sunning deck, even

two smallbeaches with real sand. Every bit of tile, brass and woodgleamed. It was – it was…”It was the only pool that made Mamaji fall silent, hismemory

making too many lengths to mention.
Mamaji remembered, Father dreamed.

“Er, no, you didn’t. That is, well, you have to be told—”

“Is something wrong, Mr. Trowbridge?” she asked quietly.

“Well, er, yes there is—”

“Anything happened to Mother or—”

“Oh, no, what a blundering ass I am; but, you know, it’s this way, the stock market—well, you’ve heard how it broke a lot of people. We have to—er,

reduce expenses, er, you see—there was a meeting, and some of the pilots have to go—I’m

sorry, hate to

lose you, hate

it like fury, and

so does Wallace.”

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The Piscines Hébert, Ledru-Rollin and Butte-aux-Cailles

The Piscines Hébert, Ledru-Rollin and Butte-aux-Cailles werebright, modern, spacious pools fed by artesian wells. They

setthe standard for excellence in municipal swimming pools. Therewas the Piscine des Tourelles, of course, the city’s other greatOlympic pool, inaugurated

during the second Paris games, of1924. And there were still others, many of them.
But no swimming pool in Mamaji’s eyes

matched the gloryof the Piscine Molitor. It was the crowning aquatic glory ofParis, indeed, of the entire civilized world.

“Ah, the waiter.” The man appeared and the meal was eaten almost in silence. Twice Roberta tried to break the

awkwardness of22 the situation, but the replies from her companion were the briefest possible, so she gave up the

attempt after the second failure. She was glad when the meal was over and they returned to Nike. They took their places

and several times during the return trip, the pilot saw her companion give her short quick glances.

There was something about Mrs. Pollzoff which made Roberta recall the time Phil had been employed to take an old man on

regular trips to Philadelphia. Young Fisher had described his passenger as “falling to pieces,” but after a number of

trips, Roberta had chanced to see the pair in the air; the ancient man pressing a pistol to the back of his pilot’s head. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, in fact it added

greatly to the girl’s uneasiness, but, if her companion’s intention was evil, she gave no evidence of it. They reached the field

in good time without mishap, and as soon as they were out

“Tomorrow I shall come at the same time.”

“Wild as a plate of soup.” Roberta told him how she had spent the hours and what had been passing through her mind. They walked slowly toward the office and Phil listened thoughtfully.

“Let them know at the office,” Roberta replied mechanically. Just at that

moment23 Phil’s Moth came roaring over the field and lighted close by. He waved to Roberta, who waited for him.

“Have a wild time?”

of the cockpit,

the passenger

turned for

an instant.

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