Chapter 185 Do you know who he is?
“The work is well written. Su Zhemu’s energy conservationism is a very interesting character. [Don’t do unnecessary things, complete necessary things as soon as possible], a bit Taoist, integrating inside and outside, obeying nature and doing nothing. "
"Compared with "Left Half Wing" and "You Are April Day", it has a more immersive feeling. However, with the rise of the Internet and the explosion of information, the subculture is growing vigorously. This kind of youth pain literature There is enough soil.”
“Bad money drives out good money. The current market for normal campus literature is not ideal. You should be aware of this.”
President Jian. The long words he said made Gu Lu on the other end of the phone startled.
The reason for surprise was not the president's evaluation of "Bing Fruit". In fact, Gu Lu himself had no idea. It was mainly due to his analysis of youth pain novels.
Is the rise of youth pain literature related to the information explosion? Gu Lu has always believed that the rise of this type of novel is related to the overall educational environment.
Only when the educational environment is "orderly" enough will the forces that want to disrupt order be strong.
Like Nezha, who cut off the bones of his father and returned his flesh to his mother, many children have thought about committing suicide in front of their parents.
Because of this, the pain of youth, which is not grounded at all, will become a point of catharsis. This is Gu Lu's idea.
"President Jian, don't worry, even if it only sells 40,000 to 50,000 copies, it will be fine. I am mentally prepared." Gu Lu responded.
"That's impossible. With the reputation of "The Little Prince", no matter how low it is, it will still sell hundreds of thousands of copies a year." President Jian said, "I have tentatively decided to print an initial print of 80,000 copies."< br>
"That's good." Gu Lu was contented.
“At the Frankfurt International Book Fair next October, let’s see if we can translate “The Little Prince” into foreign languages and exhibit it abroad.” President Jian said.
Frankfurt International Book Fair, should it be the largest book fair in the world? Gu Lu immediately said, "Please, President Jian."
President Jian is also a busy man, so he immediately started talking about royalties, and he still got 11%, which was the same as "Mr. Holmes" and "Yesterday's Park".
A writer’s royalties will not fall unless there is a big bust. Of course, it is not easy for royalties to go up.
"Take time to come to the capital in February. To join the Beijing Writers' Association, you still have to go through a simple ceremony. Don't worry, it won't be so troublesome in the future. It's mainly the first time. I'm also going to lead you to meet some people. ”
Gu Lu was not stupid, he understood the meaning of President Jian’s words.
“Okay, I’ll come over after the winter vacation.”
After finishing the business talk and not gossiping about home affairs, the two of them hung up the phone in tacit agreement.
"By the way, can I just ask Yasuda Kazuma to help me translate "Hyogo" and just invest in Dengeki Bunko?"
After being told by President Jian, Gu Lu felt worried Expectations for new releases are even lower.
But Gu Lu also relaxed, because finally no one urged him to write the manuscript.
Beep beep, a beep sounded from the computer, Gu Lu glanced at it and was stunned.
[Mom: Eat on time and pay attention to three meals a day. How are you doing at school? ]
Gu Lu didn’t recognize such niche writing for a while.
Is this what Gu Jiayu calls reconciliation? More than a month has passed, and Gu Lu has forgotten about this incident, and now it's really here.
Gu Lu flipped through the messages sent by his original self to this account. He could roughly guess the content. He flipped through four or five pages in a row, but basically there was no reply from Gu's mother.
【Are you sure you want to delete the friend? 】
[Confirmed]
Feeling comfortable, Gu Lu muttered, "I don't need to show off to you how good my life is, because there is no need at all."
A disgusting stranger .
Getting up and putting the books beside the bed back on the bookshelf, Gu Lu went to the balcony.
In the previous two plates of flowers, the osmanthus almost died, but the roses lived well, but with Gu Lu’s efforts, both plates finally died...
"The weather is cold and it has nothing to do with me." Gu Lu picked himself clean.
I don’t know why, but it’s okay if I don’t pay much attention to it. But once I take care of Lu Lu, I’m all dead. Is it too much water?
There are stars outside the window and dark clouds cover the sun.
Have an exciting final exam!
Yes, No. 8 Middle School has started a cruel dungeon. All students' sanity value is -10, and it cannot be recovered within three action rounds.
Chinese language (8:00-10:30) in the morning on the 20th, biology (14:00-15:30) in the afternoon (16:00-17:30)
Mathematics and politics in the morning on the 21st, physics and history in the afternoon , the schedule is almost the same, the remaining English and Chemistry are on the 22nd.
Gu Lu’s exam number was seat 17, Class 1. He looked at the white note (a piece of paper with the seat number written on it) and came to the exam room in advance to check it out.
There are still many students in class one, including Zhou Lin. "Gulu Gulu, are you taking the exam in our classroom?" Zhou Lin came over with a smile to say hello.
"I hope the Qingbei Class' academic dominance can bless me and allow me to perform at my best." Gu Lu looked around the inside of the Qingbei Class classroom.
The classroom was similar to the innovation class, except that the famous quotes posted on the wall were a little different, which really made Gu Lu a little disappointed.
“My grades are not good, and I can’t do well in any classroom.” Suddenly a very discordant male voice came.
Huh?
Gu Lu followed the source of the sound and saw a male classmate who was tall and wore glasses just like Li Guyuan.
But he is not as tall as Li Guyuan, and his figure is not as strong as Li Guyuan. Overall, he is 0.6 yuan.
"Zhu Boxuan, what are you saying? Are you the only one with a mouth?" Zhou Lin's expression suddenly turned cold, completely different from the way she greeted her just now.
"Originally, people who don't work hard at ordinary times only think about these things when exams are coming. I despise this kind of people the most." Zhu Boxuan had a vicious mouth.
Gu Lu turned around and stared at this guy. From his route just now, he seemed to be Zhou Lin's deskmate. Void locking enemies like Dou Ke?
“Does he care about you?” Zhou Lin blocked Gu Lu behind her.
This scene was so familiar. Gu Lu remembered that she was also standing in front of Gu Lu when Wang Jian, a junior high school classmate with a bad mouth, said this.
Although the strange girl is not tall, she is really good at it!
"You know him..."
We can't let the strange girl help us every time. Gu Lu took over the conversation and said, "Handsome guy, do I know you?"< br>
I didn’t want to communicate with this kind of person, but he called me handsome guy. Zhu Boxuan responded: “I don’t know him.”
"Bad students are bad students, bad students are top students, and they are all students." Gu Lu said, "I think the most basic quality of students is to respect others. I don't know you. I was joking with my friends, but I didn't Are you messing with me?"
"Uh-" Zhu Boxuan was not like this usually. He just got excited when he saw his deskmate's appearance.
Zhou Lin is famous for her aloofness in the Qingbei class! She has a pretty face and extremely good grades. She ranks first and second in her grade. She can also take care of her hobbies at the same time and lead the Model United Nations to the finals... She even ignores her deskmate's advances to her. I have never seen her speak for others with such a strong stance.
"Is it true that if you have good grades, you can just come and say something if you don't like someone?" Gu Lu asked again.
It’s too easy to deal with high school students. After all, most high school students are shameless.
Zhu Boxuan was at a loss for words, so he turned to him and said, "Your grades are not good because you don't work hard."
"Stop talking, you are arrogant. I don't know what to say." Zhou Lin frowned and sealed it with one sentence. Current deskmate.
Zhou Lin returned to her desk, picked up something and gave it to Gu Lu, "This is my lucky thing, I give it to you for now."
It's a thick one, A hexagonal pencil with markings on the six sides, namely A, B, C, D. If you try again, the exam will be damned.
“It’s an artifact!” Gu Lu’s eyes lit up.
"Of course, I don't give it to ordinary people, so I just treat it as repaying you for inviting me to watch the play." Zhou Lin said.
“Have you ever used it?” Gu Lu asked curiously.
"I don't need it." Zhou Lin responded, "But it can bring luck."
While the two were talking, the preparation bell rang, and it was time for the students to go to the examination room. Zhou Lin He also left, waving to Gu Lu.
The current classmate Zhu Boxuan wanted to say something, but was pulled away by his friend Fatty in the class.
It wasn't until he passed the corner of the corridor that Zhu Boxuan said sternly, "If you hadn't pulled me, I would have let the people on the outside know that being a human being requires..."
"Okay, pig neck. Do you know who was in the foreign class just now?" Fatty interrupted.
"Who is it? Is it still some kind of school bully?" Zhu Boxuan sneered. As a student of Qingbei Class, he is always in the top ten in grade. He really is not afraid of any school bully.
The top students are protected by their teachers and the school. The target of bullying by school bullies has always been students with average or lower grades.
"Nima is Gu Lu, Gu Lu with two heads." The fat man said.
Zhu Boxuan sneered and froze. He borrowed "Science Fiction World" from the school library last week. When he read "Sustaining Humanity", he was shocked.
At that time, he said, "Is this author really the same age as us? It's too exaggerated. It feels like he has two heads and his IQ is twice mine."
At this moment, Zhu Boxuan felt I was impulsive, I shouldn’t have done this, we are all classmates...
(End of this chapter)