Chapter 21: Kick the ball straight

There are as many as nine qualified short stories for submission to "The Human Chair", which is a much higher proportion than "The Bus Driver Who Wants to Become God". Gu Lu concluded that Japanese culture is still in the Asian cultural circle.

“But there is a small problem with submitting these articles to Story Club.”

Another question that Gu Lu is thinking about is whether or not to localize Kogoro Akechi.

If it is not localized, it would be weird for Gu Lu to write these things since he has never been to Neon.

"Wait, maybe this is the way..."

Gu Lu thought of a method, but it required a computer. He would go to the fat boss's place the day after tomorrow to check on the computer.

When we arrived at the school, Teacher Li also brought good news. "Echoing Shadow" successfully represented the junior high school department of No. 37 Middle School in the Ye Shengtao Cup.

"You may have a chance to get into high school," Teacher Li encouraged. "I'll talk to the teachers of each subject and I won't assign you any homework."

There was another boy in the class who was pursuing classical dance, his name was Wang Hongming. He had to train regularly, and Teacher Li exempted him from homework. So Gu Lu was not an exception. If a student had other ways to get into high school, Teacher Li would give him convenience.

"In addition..." As he spoke, Teacher Li took out a set of books from the drawer, which included several works by Lao She and prose poems by Gibran.

"Read more of these books. Gibran is the one who can write the most beautiful English, and Lao She is the best writer in our country," Teacher Li suddenly asked, "What was Lao She's original name?"

What a sudden test, damn, so mean! Gu Lu responded, "Shu Qingchun?"

Teacher Li nodded with satisfaction. "When I taught Winter in Jinan in the first grade, I mentioned this knowledge point. The information about writers like Lao She, Lu Xun, and Ba Jin is the test point for the high school entrance examination. Although you can be exempted from the high school entrance examination if you succeed, you still have to remember some things after finishing junior high school."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Li." Gu Lu nodded and took the book from the teacher.

There are also several famous writers in the Republic of China who were blown away by butterflies, which is a pity. Fortunately, Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba and Cao are all here... Let me add that the order of these six words is basically the order of the status in the current literary world.

Double happiness came, everything was getting better, everything was getting better, Gu Lu even walked with a lightness in his voice.

"Wait, why does this light feeling seem so familiar?" Gu Lu recalled, "Oh, before, I was so hungry that I walked lightly, but today I'm in a good mood, it's completely different."

Gu Lu was interrupted while thinking by a girl. Gu Lu looked up and saw that it was Zhao Juan.

He was in a good mood, so he was much more patient with people.

"You ignored me these two days. Is it because you were scared because Wang Wenjun came to cause trouble for you before, so you stayed away from me?" Zhao Juan asked.

"No." Gu Lu shook his head. It was not so much fear as fear of trouble.

"That's good," Zhao Juan continued, feeling relieved, "I turned around and left before because I was unhappy, and I was worried that you would hate me because of this."

This girl - plays straight? Gu Lu looked at Zhao Juan, as if he was meeting this female classmate for the first time.

It is no exaggeration to say that when two parties are unhappy about something, the one who is willing to take the initiative to speak up and clarify the matter is simply the angel of this relationship. Note: this applies to lovers, friends, or colleagues.

"First, he didn't do anything. Second, even if he did, there is always someone to blame. I don't want to find a way to get revenge on the person who hit me, so why should I be angry with you?" Gu Lu said.

"That makes sense," Zhao Juan said. "But generally speaking, emotions will implicate others. This is natural. Just like if my father makes my mother angry, I will definitely keep silent to avoid being implicated."

"Maybe it's because of different customs. We don't usually vent our anger on others here." Gu Lu said. The customs here? Zhao Juan didn't understand what this meant. She thought her parents were both from Fog City, but she didn't delve into it. She put on a refreshing smile on her face again, "It's much better to know that you don't hate me because of this."

"I'm going to help the teacher correct the papers." After saying this, she left. In the third year of junior high school, there were more and more test papers left in class, and the teacher certainly couldn't correct them all, so he asked the class representative to help share the burden.

Gu Lu saw Zhao Juan's back, and she was hopping like a rabbit when she walked. He looked away and sighed that it was no wonder that the student days were the days that most people missed the most.

Why is it the vast majority of people, and not everyone? If Gu Lu had not traveled through time, the original owner probably wouldn't have any good memories of his junior high school years, but of course he wouldn't have any bad memories either, because he hadn't been bullied.

What would time look like if it were visualized? The visualization of time in my school days would be bright sunshine, whether it was dusk or dawn, with light shining through the window onto the desks.

At this time, the windows were equipped with relatively old-fashioned anti-theft guardrails, which divided the sunlight into strips. Gu Lu and his classmates played Gobang on their homework books for a while.

"Chenchen, won't you give me some food?" Outside the window, classmates were eating snacks. The girls didn't know what was going on, but the boys bought a bag of snacks. Many people would gather around during the break, and the bag of snacks seemed like being surrounded by corpses and zombies.

Well - this description is a bit like, no appetite, anyway, that's how it is understood. "Eating alone will make your butt rot" and "Anyone who sees it gets a share" are also often said by male classmates.

Go to the old place at noon.

"I can change my name to Gu·Planning·Lu!" Gu Lu found what he wanted.

All the short stories about mystery in this collection of Edogawa Ranpo have been submitted to the country's first original mystery magazine "Years of Mystery". Other strange ones can continue to be published in "Story Club".

The biggest difference between "Years of Reasoning" and "Story Club" is that the former has contracted writers.

This is the development path that Gu Lu has found for himself. It is too difficult to become a well-known writer by relying on short stories at present, even after a few years, when the era of short videos arrives.

If you want to gain both fame and fortune, you still need to write a medium-length or long novel.

"The October Revolution and Mentor Lenin, what kind of novel is it? I hope it's a long novel." Gu Lu thought of his actions yesterday.

Yesterday, Gu Lu rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home, touching things left and right, trying to see if he could trigger the novel synthesis sequence, but unfortunately he didn't.

"Camel Xiangzi" and "Four Generations Under One Roof" were the books given to him by Teacher Li, and Gu Lu spent the whole afternoon reading them.

Seriously speaking, when you read Lao She's works, you can't really feel his writing style. But if you think about it carefully, pick a sentence at random from the book and see if you can use fewer words to describe the effect achieved by the original text.

Using concise words to express the effect you want to express is called writing power.

"A bowl of sausage, cold noodles, and tofu pudding, right? Okay, no problem."

"No bean sprouts, okay? Okay."

In the afternoon, Gu Lu helped the monthly subscribers bring food from the back door. Another important thing to say is that the tofu pudding in Wudu is spicy.

Meat sausage is starch sausage. Although you can't taste the meat, the taste of childhood comes up when you scratch it. Yes, Gu Lu also bought a bunch for himself, one dollar.

It’s true. Gu Lu can resist everything except the temptation of delicious food.

(End of this chapter)

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