Chapter 89 A burst of inspiration
Chapter 89 A burst of inspiration
It’s easy to help introduce classmates, so Li Guyuan and Qi Caiwei still helped.
Wan and Gu were having a "secret conversation" in the corner of the corridor. The bright sunshine outside could not penetrate the corner, so their conversation seemed as if it could not be seen in public.
"President Wan Bai is very responsible," Qi Caiwei praised. "He even came to give us a manual a few days ago."
"Indeed, running around." Li Guyuan pushed the frame of his glasses, but the position of the president should be held by the virtuous!
Why does Li Guyuan want to become the president? His purpose is very simple, he just wants to attract the attention of girls.
The result will come out in a few minutes of private conversation, because there is only ten minutes between classes, and the teacher will say a few more words, so there is not much time left for students. They must be brief and get to the point.
Wan Bai walked out from the corner with a calm expression. Gu Lu agreed to help with the original script, but did not agree to transfer to another company. However, it was still a good result.
"How's the matter going, President?" Li Guyuan asked.
"Not bad." Wan Bai responded, and then said to Li Qi and the others, "Prepare your works well. I look forward to your performance at the club's freshman meeting next week."
After saying that, Wan Bai quickened his pace and left. He still had to go pee. After all, he didn't have a friend like Fan Xiaotian who could help him pee, so he had to do this little thing by himself.
Gu Lu did not agree casually, but after a moment of thought. Because in the future, he could rehearse the stage play of "The Little Prince", and in the future, he could write another script. Many stories in the previous life of "Wonderful Stories of the World" are suitable.
In fact, I don’t remember it very clearly. It’s more about the stories that left a deep impression on him, such as “Diary from the Past”…
The last time Gu Lu exercised his subjective initiative was when he wrote an essay.
"Gulu you..."
"Don't talk yet, I have something to do." Before Li Guyuan finished speaking, Gu Lu spoke first and walked back to the classroom in two steps.
Class 5 of No. 37 Middle School, if Li Hong's speed is the speed of sound, then Gu Lu is the charge god! That magical speed reappeared, and before Li Guyuan could react, the figure had disappeared from his sight.
"What's the hurry?" Li Guyuan glanced at Qi Caiwei, who also turned and left.
Why are you in such a hurry? During the conversation with Wan Bai just now, Gu Lu seemed to have touched upon something that was hard to explain, which could be collectively called inspiration.
To capture inspiration is like looking for loaches on the edge of a field. Once you catch a glimpse of it, you must act immediately, otherwise you don’t know where it will go.
Gu Lu returned to his seat and began to sort out his thoughts. What did he think of? The president of the literature club, Wan Bai, came to him, and he had the confidence...
"Yes, it is the confidence. What triggered me was "Wonderful Stories of the World". Two days ago in the head teacher's office, the work that triggered me was most likely "Yesterday's Park", which was adapted twice by Shiqi." Gu Lu thought of the specific work.
The label [The best story in Japan in 2005] made Gu Lu initially think it was "The Devotion of Suspect X" or "Train Man", one of the pioneering pure love works in Japan.
They all seem to be published in 2005, but the authors cannot be equated with literary geniuses. It would be more appropriate to call Keigo Higashino a reasoning genius.
More importantly, there is no content related to Sherlock Holmes' "Five Orange Pips" in either book.
"'Yesterday's Park' should appear. Yes, it did!" Gu Lu affirmed himself, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
Human memory is like this, the clue is like a key, once opened, more familiar memories emerge overwhelmingly.
"In the story of Five Orange Pips, Holmes's carelessness led to the death of his client. Yesterday's Park implies that no matter how many times the boy reincarnates, his friend is doomed to die."
If you take a look at the resume of Zhuchuan Mouto, the author of Yesterday's Park, you will find that he is indeed worthy of the title of a literary genius.
"The story of Yesterday's Park has been hailed as the best story of 2005, and that's fine."
Gu Lu was very grateful that he loved reading in his previous life, because he even thought of suitable quotes from books that could be used for synthesis, and a plan quietly took shape in his mind.
The bell for class interrupted Gu Lu's thoughts. He looked at the class schedule copied on a piece of white cardboard in his stationery bag.
This class was Chinese. Gu Lu was very happy when he took out his Chinese textbook, because he just didn't have any novels to publish, and now he had hope. Teacher Gao's face was gloomy when he walked into the classroom. Even though the teacher was usually serious, he was not so cold.
Who offended the teacher? Gu Lu restrained his smile and reduced his personal presence.
Putting down the textbook, Teacher Gao said nothing, but just lowered his head to look through the textbook.
For a moment, the classroom was filled with panic.
"Wei Lili, what did you do in the dormitory yesterday? Do you want me to tell you or do you want to tell me yourself?" Teacher Gao spoke.
Performance artist Wei Lili was the one who knelt down in the corner on Gu Lu’s first day of school.
What happened today? What kind of performance art did you perform in the dormitory?
"Reading novels..." Wei Lili said in a low voice.
"You are really good at avoiding the important issues." Teacher Gao said, "The lights in the dormitory are turned off, and you are reading online novels in bed with a flashlight. I applaud you for your concentration."
Teacher Gao clapped his hands slowly. No. 8 Middle School can provide excellent extracurricular books, but in the teacher's eyes, online novels are not excellent and cannot even be considered books.
"If the dormitory supervisor hadn't gotten up at night, I really wouldn't have noticed it. How could something so beautiful be seen?" Teacher Gao asked again, "Why do your parents pay so much tuition every year to send you to school?"
"To stay up late at night reading online novels."
The person involved, Wei Lizhi, remained silent, but Zeng Jie, who was sitting by the window in the back row, spoke up.
His mouth is faster than his brain. After finishing what the teacher said, Zeng Jie immediately regretted it. He thought that his lousy mouth would sell him out sooner or later!
It's too late to regret. Sometimes it's not that the teacher has a bad personality, but when they meet this kind of students, low blood pressure will definitely be cured.
Teacher Gao's chest could be seen rising and falling. After a few seconds, he suppressed his emotions and said coldly, "Zeng Jie, stand at the back of this class and listen."
"Wei Lili, this is the first time." Teacher Gao said, "In my opinion, the first time is forgivable, but I think there is no such thing as a third time. If it happens the second time, I will ask your parents to come to the school to talk to me."
"Did you hear that? Wei Lili!"
"Listen clearly."
Then the matter was over, and the person involved, Wei Lili, was not punished to stand, but Zeng Jie was.
However, Gu Lu understood what Zeng Jie said, saying that classmates and teachers are equal.
"Open the Chinese textbook. Today we are going to learn Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree." Teacher Gao began the lecture.
The beautiful modern poetry made Teacher Gao feel a little better, and his tone of voice improved slightly during the lecture.
Taking a peek, the next class is history, and Gu Lu is silently calculating.
As long as it is not the world of science, Thursday will be Friday.
This Saturday, Gu Lu looked for a place, and then made an appointment with Zhou Lin to play ball outside on Zhou Tian. Why Zhou Lin? Because his friend Fan Xiaotian couldn't be called out, and his classmates were even more helpless.
"Why did you choose this place to play badminton and exercise?" Zhou Lin asked.
The location is a section of highway, but the road in front has been broken for several years and has not been repaired, so it has become an empty lot and not many people come here, so there are a lot of fallen leaves on the ground and no one cleans them up.
It’s for this dish of vinegar-wrapped dumplings.
(End of this chapter)