Chapter 85 What kind of fairy?
After looking through one or two pages of paper three or four times to make sure that the student writer Gu Lu mentioned by the school before was not there, Wu Du's face turned from sunny to cloudy and then to gloomy.
Wan Bai, the president of Shuren Literature Club, looked at the instructor’s face and thought to himself, could it be that the list of new students made the teacher dissatisfied?
Wan Bai was originally a student in the experimental class when he entered school, but he did not do well in the exam and fell into the parallel class. After he was promoted to the third year of high school, he was elected as the president because he was very active in club activities.
"Teacher Wu, do you have any questions?" Wan Bai asked softly.
"Is the recruitment meeting over?" Wu Du asked.
"There are basically no people left. The people in charge of recruiting new members of various societies have all left." Wan Bai said.
Is it possible that young writers don’t want to participate in club activities? Wu Du compared his feelings with his own. If he could have signed a contract with "Times and Reasons" and "Literary Youth" when he was studying, his eyes would have grown to the top of his head.
“Qi Caiwei, Wei Jiao, and Li Guyuan, these three students are from Class 10, right?” Wu Du suddenly spoke.
"That's right, teacher, we are all in Class 10," Li Guyuan said, "I like writing very much, and my articles have been published in "Sprouting"."
Don't think why Li Guyuan talks about it all the time. Students who have loved writing since childhood should have experience. The stories I wrote in my little notebook made me want to circulate them to the whole class, let alone the serious words published in newspapers and periodicals? It really should be done.
As soon as these words came out, all the students present, including the president Wan Bai, looked at the "slender" man with glasses.
"Not bad, not bad. It seems that there are many outstanding students among our freshmen." Wu Du also showed a smile and praised, then he changed the subject, "Is there someone named Gu Lu in your class? A classmate of Gu, who visited the thatched cottage three times, and Lu Xun, the governor of the Three Kingdoms."
Little transparent while walking and reading? Li Guyuan didn't understand why the teacher suddenly mentioned this name, but he still responded honestly, "Gu Lu is in our class, Teacher Wu is looking for him?"
"Then please...Classmate Li Guyuan, right, then please Classmate Li Guyuan asked the teacher if he was interested in joining the Shuren Literary Club, Gu Lu.
"?" Whenever a little question mark arises in Li Guyuan's mind, it's not that he has a problem, but that the other party's behavior is too strange.
Who is Gu Lu who is reading a book while walking? ! Li Guyuan had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but he still verbally agreed to the instructor.
Qi Caiwei and Wei Jiao looked at each other, surprised in each other's eyes.
Even if the Shuren Literature Club is not a T0-level club in No. 8 Middle School, it is still a T1-level club. Take the initiative to invite a new student to join?
After the matter was finished, the instructor Wu Du gave up the C position to the president Wan Bai. The latter had doubts in his mind, but still got to work on the matters at hand.
"So today we established the Humanities Club and the recruitment activities have been successfully concluded. The freshmen meeting of our Literary Club is scheduled for next Wednesday during the school-wide club activities. Students can go back to their classes." As the president, Wan Bai said to The team is disbanded.
The new students dispersed one after another. To add some club knowledge, the "Shuren" of Shuren Literary Club has nothing to do with Zhou Shuren, because No. 8 Middle School was originally a Shuren school run by Mr. Yang Ruoyu. It is estimated that the name of the school was taken from the tree that trees in ten years and tree people in one hundred years, so the group name naturally follows The old school name is gone.
"Teacher Wu...is the freshman named Gu Lu very good?" Wan Bai couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart after the freshman left.
"That can't be said to be very powerful, but quite powerful. Ye Shengtao Cup won the first prize in the country. He seems to be the first student in Fog City to achieve this achievement. And now he is in "Youth Literature" and "Times and Reasoning" A serialized article in a magazine, and he is a contracted resident writer of two magazines." Wu Du didn't hide it either.
"!!!" Wanbai's pupils shrank suddenly, and three exclamation marks were enough to represent his shock.
In the first half of the sentence, Wan Bai felt that the first prize in the Ye Cup was average. He had never participated in it, so he did not know the intensity of the competition. Besides, there is a connection between writing a good composition and writing a good story, but they cannot be equated.
The second half of the sentence... This is the last glorious era of physical literature. Magazines are in full bloom, including well-known books such as "Youth Digest", "Reader", "Maxim" and "Yilin".
There are two classmates in the club who have also published articles, plus the talented Li Guyuan, there are only three students in total. In comparison, Gu Lu, who became a contracted writer for two magazines, is really outrageous.
What kind of fairy is it?
"Is it true? Teacher Wu." Wan Bai said, "It's not that I don't believe it, the main thing is..."
"I understand, don't say more, I understand." Wu Du interrupted Wan Bai's words , his eyes expressed that everything was unspoken.
"One hundred percent true, this is the information the school gave me. It is for these reasons that Gu Lu was specially recruited by No. 8 Middle School." Wu Du responded affirmatively.
Then why is the freshman representative at the opening ceremony not Gu Lu? Wan Bai thought, but the next moment he figured it out. No. 8 Middle School should still focus on the admission rate and study. Zhou Lin, who entered the school with a score of 741 in the high school entrance examination, was indeed more suitable.
"So you think, should we invite Gu Lu to join the company?" Wu Du said.
"Indeed, we should!" Wan Bai was determined. Shuren Literary Society must be as comfortable as a fish in water and more powerful than a tiger by inviting this god...
Wan Bai even thought about it, if the invitation was unsuccessful, should he use inducements?
On last year's school anniversary, "Romeo and Juliet" rehearsed by Shuren Literary Club was well received. This year, the school asked for original works, but not only the instructor Alexander, but Wan Bai, as the president, was also very anxious.
"What a tragedy, I forgot to give the club's handbook to the new students." Wan Bai came back to his senses and saw a thick stack of booklets lying next to him out of the corner of his eye.
It is an internal manual of the club. It describes the rules of the club, as well as the main activities and directions of the club. It is written very clearly. Freshmen can basically have a general understanding after reading it.
"Classmate Wan Bai, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet." The instructor Wu Du asked Wan Bai to calm down. That being said, let’s have dinner first.
However, the latter still hurriedly left with the pamphlet in his arms. Wan Bai had a list of more than 20 new members in his hand, so he could just send them to each class and it wouldn't take much time.
Not active in eating, there is something wrong with your brain!
Stepping into the cafeteria of No. 8 Middle School, what you see is a very friendly and familiar one-piece seat, a dark blue plastic tabletop and bench surface, and a metal support painted with black paint below.
A table can seat four people. In most cases, people who are close to each other in the same class sit together, and strangers from different classes rarely sit together.
The students queued up to get food, and the queue was as twisted as a loach.
I can only say that the freshmen of this class are really rude. They rush to eat quickly. The first ones in line are basically the first-year students, while the second-year and third-year students are lagging behind.
"Jiaojiao, tell me, did Gu Lu come up through the composition competition?" Qi Caiwei suddenly spoke up, she speculated, "Our Class 10 is an innovation class, and the students are all engaged in competitions. It's possible He has won the grand prize in an essay competition, so the teacher from the literary club asked. "
It makes sense, Wei Jiao said, "Weiwei, if you are curious, you can ask him directly, he is in front of us. ”
Looking around, Gu Lu was seven or eight places ahead of them.
(End of this chapter)