Chapter 124: Club activity month starts... starts!
Before rebirth, Li Yan liked Wednesday very much. The arrival of Wednesday meant that the five-day class period of the week was about to pass halfway.
As soon as Wednesday passes, this week’s holidays and school days begin on Friday.
A happy Friday is coming, the most relaxing Friday night is just around the corner, and the happiest Saturday of the week is coming one after another...
Maryoshka-like expectations.
Perhaps many young office workers also feel this way. As soon as Wednesday passes, they feel that the holiday is just around the corner.
When you start a family, you will begin to feel your health declining, and some people may even fear Wednesday.
"Why did this week go so fast?"
This is happy for young people, but the older you get, the harder it is to accept.
Now Li Yan doesn’t have any special feelings about Wednesday. He cherishes every day, is equally anxious about the passing of every day, and wishes to put some special commemorative wedges in each day.
Wednesday, November 12, was the day when he released his novel "Nangong Boy" on the Origin Chinese website.
I have gained thirteen readings for the time being. It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. Maybe this day is not worth remembering.
As the two-day midterm exam comes to an end, the club activity month has finally officially started...?
The club activity month in Li Yan's imagination should have at least a bunch of stalls lined up. Members of the major clubs worked hard to display the results of the club's work, including the literary club's magazine, the photography club's photo exhibition, and the dance The club’s hot performance...
But at the end of the whole day, except for a dry banner in the teaching building and the bulletin board hidden behind the big poinciana tree at the school entrance, there were works of the photography club. Can't see anything.
During the evening self-study, Li Yan came to his senses when he saw the presidents of the two major literary societies coming to the zero class with only twelve people to promote.
My memories of club activities come from my high school and college days, when everyone lived in dormitories.
In comparison, junior high school doesn’t have much time to participate in activities.
Besides taking up everyone’s lunch break and fucking him for more than half an hour after school, there is really no other way.
No wonder everyone doesn’t pay much attention to it, or pay it any attention at all.
Even so, the presidents still voluntarily stayed until night - they did not stay in the dormitory, just to promote the club magazine to the few boarding students.
I hope they can keep this enthusiasm after becoming migrant workers.
"The Garden Literary Club and the Jiji Literary Club are jointly planning a wonderful program. Please look forward to it and take a nap at noon on Friday. We are waiting for you at the wind and rain playground!"
What about the dance club? Don't they have any programs?
This is Li Yan’s only thought.
However, the comrades in Class Zero were very interested in literary programs and the discussion was quite lively.
Especially with the two "main writers" Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun.
Li Yan had already heard Su Ya reading a certain sentence loudly, which came from an essay published by Li Ruofei in the garden school magazine.
After hearing this, everyone clapped and praised, began to analyze, and directly asked the author about the purpose of writing this.
It’s simply an execution... The live version allows the author to do his own reading comprehension questions.
"There are really two jujube trees in front of my house!" - Lu Xun.
Looking at Li Ruofei's face frozen with laughter, Li Yan couldn't let this group of people see him writing online articles even to death.
Over there, Zhu Qinglun is even worse. "Just Miscellaneous Talk" contains all current commentary and miscellany. He is indeed good at it, but what can most junior high school students write with depth?
Especially since the editor himself is a junior high school student, overly intense emotions, middle-school tendencies, and extreme views... are more popular.
These people specially recruited by Class Zero can still read the maturity of Zhu Qinglun's writing compared to other works, but in the end they asked more deadly questions:
"Qinglun, how do you think this article "On Exam-Oriented Education" compares with yours?"
Good guy, let the author give it a thumbs up.
Looking at Zhu Qinglun's face turning the color of pig liver, Li Yan couldn't let these people know that he was writing a commentary even if he died.
Fortunately, the two good brothers have no cue to divert the firepower by themselves for the time being, so they can hide in the corner safely for the time being. In the Chinese class the next day, Guo Qiwen ordered all three of them.
When Teacher Guo held up "Linjiang Literary Weekly" and began to introduce the importance of this publication to everyone, Li Yan had already started to shake his legs.
The head teacher is also a fellow who knows how to show off.
Li Yan’s pores felt comfortable hearing the words “highly valuable”, “the most authoritative”, “the first provincial literary and art publication” and “a touchstone”.
"In the latest issue, there is an essay called "Fireworks in the Cold City". The writing style is pleasant, and the big is seen from the small. It only writes about people and things, but it has triggered many thoughts on the topic of 'hometown'. Only two thousand words, capable and with a long aftertaste..."
"It's rare to see Lao Guo praise someone so much," Bai Xiaosheng tapped Li Yan's back, leaned closer and whispered, "Lincheng, he is still writing about the Qin family. Over there.”
"The article was written by Li Yan, a classmate in our class. Here are a few copies. You can circulate them and enjoy them."
The whole class was in an uproar.
Li Yan clearly saw that the whole person at the front table froze, as if he had been pinned down.
Bai Xiaosheng was stunned, and Li Yan leaned back and approached him, saying:
"Well, of course I will write about my own home."
The expressions of the 403 brothers were also very exciting, but Li Ruofei looked as expected, and even looked a little... pleased?
"Classmate Li Ruofei also published an essay in "Linjiang Literature and Art", a subsidiary magazine of "Linjiang Literature Weekly". He has excellent writing skills. I will also circulate it to everyone and study hard."
Li Yan looked at Li Ruofei and gave him a thumbs up. Li Ruofei smiled and waved his hands to express his shame.
"There is also the "Rongxi Evening News". Student Zhu Qinglun published an article "When will the hidden dangers at Dongfeng intersection end?", starting from the small things around people's livelihood, and taking the things that the people are most concerned about as the entry point. , but it does not stop here, but spreads to the theme of urban governance that requires everyone's participation through "everyone knows but does not govern". Whether it is the strength of the writing, the angle of entry, or the dimension of thinking, it is a model worth learning from. "< br>
Are there any experts? There were several literary girls whose expressions were unbearable. Li Yan and the other three happened to be sitting in the northeast corner of the classroom, and they frequently turned their heads to look over.
This made Bai Xiaosheng very uncomfortable. If the talented Lin Zhengmo also published articles, he would be inexplicably cornered by the Four Heavenly Kings.
"Zheng Mo, you can also try throwing. You have the ability." Guo Qiwen said with a smile.
Lin Zhengmo just nodded.
The interlude ended here. Everyone maintained a strong interest in the dozen newspapers and magazines on the podium and started a new day of study.
Guo Qiwen is also interesting, Li Yan should appreciate it, Ruofei and Qinglun should study hard.
But he was so good at boasting, and Mr. Li found it extremely helpful.
Such magazines were circulated all the way from morning to evening self-study, and they were still read over and over again. But for some reason, everyone would come to Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun to communicate, and Li Yan would just say "It's amazing" ”.
Lin Zhengmo didn't even praise him, and asked a strange question, "You shouldn't read your own writing, right?"
After receiving a positive reply from Li Yan, he directly bypassed the author himself and asked To Bai Xiaosheng.
Is Mr. Li so awesome that he has already daunted this group of geniuses?
The big one hasn't come yet, please give me some help so that he can't pretend to be a pig and it will be uncomfortable.
That night, Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun jointly revealed a piece of news to Li Yan that made his scalp numb:
"The two major literary societies will hold a literary appreciation conference at noon on Friday. Ask a few Chinese teachers to appreciate and comment on some excellent works, and the opening dish will be your "Fireworks in the City"
Li Yan felt a little stunned.
“And we were invited to comment on this article.”
Li Yan was stiff all over.
"The main reason is..." Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun looked at each other with a malicious smile, "The two presidents have given death orders and must put you in the special guest seat."
Li Yan fainted.
(End of this chapter)