Chapter 85 What kind of god?

Chapter 85 What kind of god?

Chapter 85 What kind of god?
After flipping through one or two pages of paper three or four times and making sure that there was no student writer Gu Lu mentioned by the school before, Wu Du's face turned from sunny to cloudy and then to overcast.

Wan Bai, president of the Shuren Literature Society, looked at the instructor's face and wondered, could it be that the teacher is unhappy with the list of new students?
When Wan Bai entered the school, he was a student in the experimental class, but he did not perform well in the exam and was dropped to the parallel class. After entering the third year of high school, he was elected as the president, which means he was very active in club activities.

"Teacher Wu, do you have any questions?" Wan Bai asked in a low voice.

"Is the recruitment meeting over?" Wu Du asked.

"There are basically no people left. All the new leaders of various clubs have left." Wan Bai said.

Could it be that young writers don’t want to participate in club activities? Wu Du put himself in their shoes. If he could sign a contract with “Years and Reasoning” and “Literary Youth” when he was studying, he would have been very proud.

"Qi Caiwei, Wei Jiao, and Li Guyuan, these three students are from Class 10, right?" Wu Du suddenly spoke.

"Yes, teacher. We are both in Class 10," Li Guyuan said. "I like writing very much. My articles have been published in Mengya."

Don't wonder why Li Guyuan always talks about it. Students who have loved writing since childhood should have experience. I can't wait to circulate the stories I wrote in my little notebook to the whole class, let alone the texts that are published in newspapers and magazines? I really should be proud of it.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the students present, including the president Wan Bai, looked up to the "slender" man with glasses.

"Not bad, it seems that there are quite a few outstanding students among our freshmen." Wu Du also smiled and praised, and then he changed the subject, "Is there a student named Gu Lu in your class, Gu from the Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage, and Lu from the Three Kingdoms Grand Commander Lu Xun."

A little transparent person who is walking and reading? Li Guyuan didn't understand why the teacher suddenly mentioned this name, but still responded honestly, "Gu Lu is in our class. Is Teacher Wu looking for him?"

"Then please... Li Guyuan, right? Then please ask Li Guyuan to ask Gu Lu if he is interested in joining the Shu Ren Literary Society." Wu Du said.

"?" Whenever Li Guyuan had a question mark in his mind, it was not because there was something wrong with him, but because the other party's behavior was too strange.

Who is Gu Lu who is walking and reading? Li Guyuan thought about it a lot, but he still agreed to his instructor verbally.

Qi Caiwei and Wei Jiao looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Even though the Shuren Literary Society is not a T0-level society in No. 1 Middle School, it is still T-level. Why would it actively invite a freshman to join?
The story was told, and instructor Wu Du gave the C position to president Wan Bai. The latter had some questions in his mind, but still wanted to get down to business.

"Today, the recruitment activities of our Shu Ren Literature Society have come to a successful conclusion. The freshman meeting of our literature society will be scheduled for the school-wide club activities next Wednesday. Students can return to their classes." As the president of the society, Wan Bai disbanded the team.

The new students gradually dispersed. To add some knowledge about the clubs, the "Shu Ren" in Shu Ren Literature Club has nothing to do with Zhou Shu Ren, because No. 8 Middle School was originally the Shu Ren School founded by Mr. Yang Ruoyu. It is estimated that the school name was taken from the saying that it takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to grow people, so the name of the club naturally follows the old school name.

"Teacher Wu...is the freshman named Gu Lu very good?" Wan Bai couldn't help but feel confused after the senior student left.

"That can't be said to be amazing, it's quite amazing. I won the first prize in the national Ye Shengtao Cup. I think I'm the first student in Fog City to achieve this achievement. Now I'm serializing articles in "Youth Literature" and "Years·Mystery" magazines. I'm a contracted resident writer for both magazines." Wu Du didn't hide it.

"!!!" Wan Bai's pupils suddenly contracted, and three exclamation marks were enough to represent his shock.

Wan Bai felt that the first half of the Ye Cup first prize was just average, because he had never participated in it, so he didn't know the intensity of the competition. Besides, there is a connection between writing a good composition and writing a good story, but they cannot be equated.

The second half of the sentence... This is the last glorious era of physical literature, with magazines flourishing everywhere, including well-known reading materials such as "Youth Digest", "Reader", "Maxim", and "Yilin".

There are two students in the club who have published articles, plus Li Guyuan, there are only three in total. In comparison, Gu Lu, who has become a contracted writer for two magazines, is really too amazing.

What kind of god is it?
"Is it true, Mr. Wu?" Wan Bai said, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's mainly..."

"I understand. Don't say more. I understand." Wu Du interrupted Wan Bai. His eyes showed that everything was self-explanatory.

"It's 100 percent true. This is the information the school gave me. It is for these reasons that Gu Lu was specially recruited by No. 8 Middle School." Wu Du gave an affirmative response.

Why wasn't Gu Lu the freshman representative at the opening ceremony? Wan Bai thought, but the next moment he understood that the Eighth Middle School should still focus on the admission rate and learning. Zhou Lin, who scored 741 points in the senior high school entrance examination, is indeed more suitable.

"So what do you think? Should we invite Gu Lu to join the company?" Wu Du said.

"Indeed!" Wan Bai said firmly. The Shuren Literature Society would be like a fish in water and a tiger with wings if they invited this immortal...

Wan Bai even thought, if the invitation was unsuccessful, should he offer bribes?
At last year's school anniversary, the "Romeo and Juliet" rehearsed by the Shu Ren Literature Society was widely acclaimed. This year, the school required original works, and not only the instructor Alexander, but also Wan Bai, the president of the society, was quite anxious.

"Oh no, I forgot to give the club's handbook to the freshmen." Wan Bai came back to his senses and caught a glimpse of a thick stack of booklets next to him.

That is the club's internal manual, which describes the club's rules, as well as its main activities and directions. It is written very clearly, and freshmen can basically have a general understanding after reading it.

"Student Wan Bai, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet." Instructor Wu Du asked Wan Bai to calm down. At this point, let's have dinner first.

However, the latter still hurried away with the booklet. Wan Bai had a list of more than 20 new members in his hand, so he just had to deliver it to each class one by one, which wouldn't take much time.

If you are not active in eating, there is something wrong with your brain!
When you step into the cafeteria of No. 8 Middle School, what catches your eye is the very friendly and familiar one-piece chairs, dark blue plastic table tops and stools, and black painted metal supports underneath.

Four people can sit at one table. In most cases, students from the same class who have good relationships sit together. It is rare for students from different classes to sit together.

The students lined up to get their meals, and the queue looked like a loach, crooked and twisted.

I can only say that this class of freshmen is really rude. They run very fast while eating. Those in the front are basically freshmen in the first year, while the second and third years are lagging behind.

"Jiaojiao, do you think Gu Lu got promoted through a composition competition?" Qi Caiwei suddenly spoke up. She speculated, "Our class ten is an innovation class, and all students participate in competitions. It's possible that he won a grand prize in a composition competition, so the teacher from the literature club asked."

That makes sense, Wei Jiao said, "Weiwei, if you are curious, you can ask him directly. He is right in front of us."

Looking around, Gu Lu was about seven or eight places ahead of them.

(End of this chapter)