Chapter 89: Inspiration
It was easy to help introduce classmates, but Li Guyuan and Qi Caiwei still helped.
The two of them were having a "secret conversation" at the corner of the corridor. The bright sunshine outside did not shine into the corner, so the conversation between the two seemed to be invisible.
"President Wan Bai is very responsible." Qi Caiwei praised, "He even came to deliver manuals to us two days ago."
"Indeed, he ran up and down." Li Guyuan recommended I pushed the frame, but the position of president will be occupied by a virtuous person!
Why did Li Guyuan want to become the president? His purpose was very simple. He simply wanted to attract girls' attention.
The results of the confidential discussion will be revealed in a few minutes. Since the class break is only ten minutes, and the teacher has to say two more sentences, there is not much time left for the students. They must keep the story short and get to the point.
Wan Bai walked out of the corner with a dull expression. Gu Lu agreed to help with the original script, but did not agree to transfer to an agency, but it was still a good result.
"How are things going, President?" Li Guyuan asked.
"Not bad." Wan Bai responded, and then said to Li Qi and Li Qi, "Prepare your work well, and I'm looking forward to your performance at the club's freshmen meeting next week."
After saying that, Wan Bai quickened his pace and left. He still wanted to pee. After all, he didn't have a friend like Fan Xiaotian who could help pee. He could only do such small things by himself.
Gu Lu did not agree casually, but after a moment of thinking. Because if you quit, you can rehearse the stage play of "The Little Prince", and if you enter, you can work on a script. Many stories in "Wonderful Stories of the World" in the previous life are suitable.
Actually, he doesn’t remember much, but more of the stories that impressed him deeply, like "Diary from the Past"...
Last time Gu Lu showed his subjective initiative, Still writing essays.
"诱辘you..."
"Don't talk about it yet, I have something to do." Before Li Guyuan finished speaking, Gu Lu spoke first and returned to the classroom in three steps at a time.
Class 5 of No. 37 Middle School, if Li Hong’s speed is the sonic god of war, then Gu Lu is the charging god of war! That magical speed reappeared again, and before Li Guyuan could react, the figure had disappeared from his eyes.
"Why are you so anxious?" Li Guyuan glanced at Qi Caiwei, who also turned and left.
Why the rush? In the conversation with Wan Bai just now, Gu Lu seemed to have touched something inexplicable, which can be collectively called inspiration.
Seizing inspiration is like catching a loach in a field. Once you catch a glimpse of it, you have to grab it immediately, otherwise you don’t know where it will go.
Gu Lu returned to his seat and began to organize his thoughts. What did he think of? The president of the literary club, Wan Bai, came to him, and he felt confident...
"Yes, he was confident. What triggered me was "Wonderful Stories of the World". Two days ago, in the head teacher's office, the work that triggered me It's most likely "Yesterday's Park" which was adapted twice by Shi Qi. "Gu Lu thought of the specific work.
The label [2005 Neon's best story] made Gu Lu initially think it was "The Devotion of Suspect
It seems that they are all from 2005, but the authors cannot be equated with literary wizards. Keigo Higashino is more appropriately called a reasoning wizard.
What's more important is that in both books, there is no content related to Sherlock Holmes' "Five Orange Pips".
""Yesterday's Park" should have appeared, yes, it has!" Gu Lu confirmed in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.
Human memory is like this. A clue is like a key. After opening it, more familiar memories emerge overwhelmingly.
"In the story "Five Orange Pips", the client died due to Holmes' carelessness. "Yesterday's Park" uses this to imply that no matter how many times he is reincarnated, the little boy's friends will be dead."
Then Zhu Chuan, the author of Yesterday's Park, if you have a little understanding of his resume, you will know that he is indeed worthy of the title of literary genius.
“The story of Yesterday’s Park has been hailed as the best story of 2005, and that’s no problem.”
Gu Lu was very grateful that he still liked reading books in his previous life, because he even thought of suitable book quotations that could be used to synthesize them, and a plan quietly took shape in his mind.
The ringing of the school bell interrupted Gu Lu's thoughts. He looked at the class schedule copied on a piece of white cardboard in his stationery bag.
This class is a Chinese class. When he took out the Chinese books, Gu Lu was very happy, because he happened to have no novels to publish, and now he was looking forward to it. Teacher Gao's face was gloomy. When he walked into the classroom, even though the old classmate was usually stern, he was not so cold.
Who offended Laoban? Gu Lu suppressed his smile and lowered his sense of personal presence.
Putting down the textbook, Teacher Gao said nothing, just looked down at the textbook.
For a time, there was a trembling sound in the classroom.
"Wei Lilu, what did you do in the dormitory yesterday, do you want me to tell you, or do you want to tell me yourself?" Teacher Gao spoke.
Performance artist Wei Lilu was the one who knelt down in the corner when Gu Lu started school.
What happened to me today? What kind of performance art did you create in the dormitory?
"Reading novels..." Wei Lichu whispered.
"You are really good at avoiding the important and taking the easy." Teacher Gao said, "The lights in the dormitory are turned off, and you are reading online novels in bed with a flashlight. I applaud you for your concentration."
Teacher Gao applauded unhurriedly. No. 8 Middle School can carry excellent extracurricular books, but online novels are not excellent in the eyes of teachers, and they are not even considered books.
“If the dormitory teacher hadn’t been up late at night, I really wouldn’t have noticed it. What is so beautiful?” Teacher Gao asked again, “Why do your parents pay so much tuition every year to send you to school? ?”
“To stay up late at night reading online novels.”
The person involved, Wei Lizhen, said silence was golden, but Zeng Jie, who was sitting by the window in the back row, answered.
Your mouth is faster than your brain. After answering the teacher’s words, Zeng Jie immediately regretted it. His bad words will sell you out sooner or later!
It’s too late to regret it. Sometimes it's not that the teacher has a bad personality, but that when you meet such students, hypotension will definitely be cured.
You could see Teacher Gao's chest rising and falling a lot. After a few seconds, he suppressed his emotions and said coldly: "Zeng Jie, stand and listen at the back of this class."
"Wei Lizhao, this It’s the first time.” Teacher Gao said, “In my case, the first time is forgivable, but I want to say that it’s nothing. The second time, I’ll ask your parents to come to the school and talk to me.”
"Did you hear that? Wei Liluo!"
"Listen clearly."
Then the matter is over. The person involved, Wei Liluo, was not punished to stand, but Zeng Jie was.
However, Gu Lu understood. Zeng Jie answered that all classmates and teachers were equal.
"Open the Chinese book. Today we will study "To the Oak" by Shu Ting." Teacher Gao began to teach.
The beautiful modern poetry made Teacher Gao feel a little better, and his tone improved slightly during the lecture.
Looking secretly, the next class is history, Gu Lu thought about it silently.
As long as it’s not Ke Xue’s world, Thursday is always Friday.
This Saturday, Gu Lu looked for a location, and then made an appointment with Zhou Lin to play outside on Sunday. Why Zhou Lin? Because his friend Fan Xiaotian couldn't call him out, and his classmates couldn't do anything.
“I specially asked to play badminton to exercise, why did you choose this place?” Zhou Lin asked.
The location is a section of highway, but the road in front of it has been damaged for several years and has not been repaired. It has become an open space and no one comes there, so there are many fallen leaves on the ground that have not been cleared.
It’s for this plate of vinegar-wrapped dumplings.
(End of this chapter)