Chapter 2 Writer Step 1
Chapter 2: First Steps as a Writer
Address: No. 37 Middle School
Time: 2012, a fogless morning in Fog City
Characters: All 42 people in Class
So let the story begin.
"Sunflower acupoint-pressing hand, whoosh!" Zhou Lin suddenly pressed the acupoints on his classmate's shoulder.
Gu Lu, who was copying the English book, paused without raising his head, "I don't have time to mess around with you. I can't finish copying the English book."
Zhou Lin glanced down and found that his deskmate was holding two pens in his right hand and was frantically working on his homework book.
This is about the special punishment of Mr. Tai, the English teacher of Class 5. If you do poorly in the monthly exam, you will be asked to copy one page of each word from the vocabulary list at the back of the English textbook.
So just use a slightly thicker gel pen and hold it so that it fits perfectly between the upper and lower rows of the English homework book. Plus, the punishment is just for punishment and the teacher won't check it, so Gu Lu's method of saving 50% is feasible.
Realizing that he had indeed disturbed his deskmate, Zhou Lin put away the playful smile on his face. Just as he was about to say something, he heard his deskmate say:
"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you untie my acupuncture points? I have to deliver the goods before noon."
"Hehe, the sunflower acupoint-relieving hand." Zhou Lin even crossed his wrists and shook them twice, imitating what he saw on TV, before poking his deskmate's shoulders twice more.
I can feel that the force used by my fingers is much lighter when releasing the acupoints.
Gu Lu showed an expression that this was not bad at all, and continued to bury his head in copying. According to what he said before he traveled through time, the action of the female classmate should be called "shaking flower hands", right?
"Don't love me, there will be no result, unless you use your hands to tear me apart." Even after traveling through time for two or three days, Gu Lu still occasionally came up with clichés from the Internet a few years later.
It is a time travel, not a rebirth, because according to what Gu Lu has learned in the past few days, this earth is not that earth, there are differences in culture, entertainment and sports.
Before traveling through time, Gu Lu was just an ordinary person, a failed writer who graduated from a technical secondary school and could barely make a living. The only thing that was unusual about him was probably his incredibly thick skin.
Online writers are prone to obesity, high blood sugar and high blood pressure, and are more likely to die suddenly than ordinary people. One of them died without any explanation while staying up all night to update 20,000 words.
The last thought in my mind before I died was, "I'll die, but please don't be reborn into my own novel!"
I forgot to introduce him, he mainly writes on the theme of "Medieval Cthulhu".
I'm glad I didn't travel into my own novel. Now I should be in a normal world, right?
The tense atmosphere in the third grade classroom was as abundant as the air in Lays potato chips. Even during breaks, only poor students like Gu Lu and top students like Zhou Lin, these two extreme students, would fight and make noises.
The pleasant yet piercing bell for class rang throughout the school, and the students all returned to their seats. A few students who were eager to express themselves could not hold back their "joy of class" and chatted, but were suppressed by loud scolding from the discipline committee.
The second class is mathematics.
There is a bad news and a good news in front of Gu Lu.
Let me tell you the bad news first. Before Gu Lu traveled through time, he was very bad at science and that was why he went to a vocational high school. Therefore, after traveling through time, when he looked at the math, physics and chemistry questions in the third year of junior high school, as far as he knew... he knew nothing.
The good news is that the original body was also a poor student, and the soul and body cognition have reached a high degree of unity, gaining a passive skill of a poor student, "the presence of the black spot". As long as it does not affect the order of the class, teachers of various subjects will ignore it.
rustling—
A sound like a hamster eating came to his ears. Gu Lu turned his head and saw his deskmate Zhou Lin staring at the blackboard vigilantly. He quickly tore the whole piece of spicy strips into small strips and stuffed them into his mouth. His cautious movements made him look like a ragdoll cat trying to do something bad.
After eating a piece, Zhou Lin handed it to his deskmate, asking him to have one too.
Gu Lu picked up a whole piece and flipped out a composition book. There were not many words written on the book, but it was dark and dirty because it had been repeatedly erased with an eraser to use it as a Go chess board.
Picking a slightly cleaner page, Gu Lu wrote a sentence and passed it over. From the handwriting of the two people, it could be seen who was the poor student.
[Gu: Why don’t you eat during break time?
Zhou: Eating during class tastes better.]
Wow, it’s true. A fifty-cent serving of Tang Monk’s meat tastes like a fifty-dollar dish in this dodgy state.
One class was over, but the next class was also math, so there was no ten-minute break. The math teacher was especially lenient and gave the students two or three minutes to go to the bathroom. The boys in the back row rushed out of the classroom the fastest.
No matter whether you have to pee or not, as long as you can go to the toilet for a walk, it's fine.
"Come on, I'll ask you to go to the toilet." Fan Xiaotian patted his friend's shoulder. "I'm a little busy, why don't you help me do this." Gu Lu responded.
"That's right. You don't have to go there yourself to pee." Fan Xiaotian agreed. "I'll change the urinal to help you when you're halfway through peeing."
And you, my friend, you are the one who truly practices what you say. Gu Lu expressed his approval and watched Xiaotian leave.
Gu Lu looked back and noticed a detail. During the break, Zhou Lin really didn't continue to eat snacks. It seemed that this excellent student who was full of youthfulness also had a little rebelliousness that ordinary people didn't know about.
Two or three minutes passed in a flash, and most of the students returned to the classroom, except Fan Xiaotian, who was a little slow. So he heard the math teacher frown and scold:
"There are 40 students in the class. If each of them waits for you for one minute, that's more than half an hour. Why don't you go back to your seats quickly?"
Did changing slots really delay the time? Gu Lu felt a little guilty.
drop--
Suddenly, a voice came from his mind. His previous life's professional habits made him react instantly. The time-travel golden finger is coming? !
【Bronfman Prize】【Sapir Prize】【French Prime Minister’s Literature Prize】
Three titles popped up in Gu Lu's mind. He had never heard of any of the three awards, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
What is the situation?
Gu Lu called out in his heart, "System brother, big brother, father, grandfather, ancestors, please come out..."
It's really a misfire.
Suddenly there was a "beep" sound, and something must have touched the golden finger, so what was it?
The teacher's scolding? Fan Xiaotian's resentment?
Many online writing routines flash through the minds of unsuccessful writers, such as collecting grievances, witnessing famous scenes, or other things.
In the following time, Gu Lu tried to awaken the golden finger, but failed without exception.
The evening self-study session at No. 37 Middle School ends at 8:30 p.m., but since it is already the third year of junior high school, the poor students have the "privilege" that the good students envy: they don't have to attend the evening self-study session.
"Put it in your bag, don't let the great white shark find it." Fan Xiaotian was also a poor student. Since their homes lived in opposite directions, they said goodbye at the school gate.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Lu walked out of the school gate, a journey of more than twenty minutes.
You have to pass by the overpass and the underground shopping mall.
There are many vendors on the overpass. The most special one is the man with glasses who has a laptop in front of him. He makes money by helping people download music, movies and novels to SD cards.
A memory of the times. Although Android phones have been released in this era, the mainstream market is still Symbian phones. In addition, it is troublesome to go to an Internet cafe to download things, so this business was born.
There are many small shops selling ear piercing and photo booths in underground shopping malls. Although the school has repeatedly warned that perming hair and ear piercing are not allowed, many students still secretly pierce their ears, risking their parents being called in after being discovered.
I got home at 6:30. The "Fu" character on the door panel was worn out. It had been hung there two years ago. Since my parents divorced, the unreliable "old man" had never replaced it.
The word "Fu" is similar to the furniture in the house, revealing an old and aged temperament.
"I earned ten dollars today, and I can have an extra egg. That's awesome." Gu Lu put down his schoolbag and went to the kitchen to make himself dinner. Normally he would have one egg, but today he had two.
Fried rice with egg will only be delicious if it’s made with leftover rice from the previous night. This leftover rice happens to be from last night, isn’t that a coincidence?
After dinner, Gu Lu picked up the piggy bank, which was his original body's most precious thing. It was in the shape of a white ceramic pig, and there were about twenty yuan saved in it.
Just as he picked up the piggy bank, Gu Lu heard the "beep" sound again. In his mind, the three labels [Bronfman Award], [Sapir Award] and [French Prime Minister's Literature Award] turned into a book "The Bus Driver Who Wants to Be God".
Details: This book collects 22 short and medium-length novels by Etgar Keret, which have been serialized in Harpers, The New York Times, The Paris Review, Zoetrope and other publications.
Gu Lu looked at the piggy bank strangely. He was confused by two things. First, why was it triggered again? There was no pattern at all.
The second one, "The Bus Driver Who Wants to Be God", comes from the Earth before he traveled through time, and he can read it in his mind...
(End of this chapter)