Chapter 116 Bring Her Eyes
Chapter 116 Bring Her Eyes
Take Her Eyes
Details: Liu Cixin's collection of short stories, with grand and magnificent imagination as wings, flies across thousands of years of human time.
Finally appeared!
As Gu Lu guessed, it was Liu Cixin's science fiction short story collection. But this bunch of osmanthus? Which article did it come from?
Hearing the Truth in the Morning, Rural Teacher, Bring Her Eyes, Earth Fire, Wandering Earth, Supporting God, Supporting Humanity, Poetry...
Big money, big money! For Chinese science fiction short stories, Gu Lu only read He Xi and Liu Cixin.
Gu Lu was ecstatic in his heart, but he suppressed the expression on his face very well.
"Thank Auntie for me." Gu Lu accepted the flowers. At the same time, he was thinking about how to guide the writing.
In his previous life, he had also read many books about writing, such as "People's Daily Writing Class: Writing with a Sense of Sophistication", "What is Writing", "Save the Cat", etc.
Haven't eaten roast suckling pig, haven't seen pork? Gu Lu already had a general teaching direction in mind.
"This is a pot of osmanthus that my mother likes very much. She has been planting it since September and named it Xixiang." Lu Ping said, "I'll try my best to take good care of it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Isn't Xixiang another name for osmanthus? Gu Lu was puzzled, but he didn't say it out loud.
While the two were talking, another male voice interrupted:
"Gulu, my mom asked you to come for dinner this Saturday if you have time."
The speaker was Li Guyuan. He originally wanted to talk to her in private after school or get out of class, but when he saw Pingtou giving her flowers, he felt uneasy.
There is no doubt that as the twin stars of Class 10, he is Gu Lu's best friend.
I have to admit that I was still childish in high school and cared whether my friends were my best friends... I didn't do that anymore when I grew up, because after entering society, I was lucky to have friends.
"Will it be too much trouble for Auntie?" Gu Lu's expression changed, and he thought of the "Strange People in the World" that might be triggered.
Don’t blame Gu Lu for looking at the basin while eating from the pot. Who doesn’t want to save two more good works?
"It's no trouble. This week's history, politics and geography can be consolidated. Remember to bring your history book." Li Guyuan said.
He inadvertently revealed two pieces of information. The first was that Gu Lu and I were already making progress together, and the second was that Gu Lu was also very familiar with my mother, so your mother sending flowers was nothing.
"Tangyuan, how is your plan going?" Lu Ping didn't get it at all and started chatting with Li Guyuan instead.
The students around them saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, so they all withdrew their attention. It was more interesting to talk about what happened to them or their classmates at the parent-teacher conference.
Li Guyuan was confused, "What plan?"
"The third year of high school has retired, and the first year of high school should be established. In the year of Renchen, the world will be blessed with good fortune!" Lu Ping said with certainty.
Good fellows, what are you going to do? Gu Lu thought about it and it seemed that 2012 was really the Year of the Dragon.
"I will strive to become a key player this semester and be elected as the vice president of the basketball club next semester," Lu Ping said. "Tangyuan, didn't you say you wanted to demolish the literature club?"
So you guys really want to "revolt"?! Gu Lu found that his classmates were all very energetic. On the contrary, he, who only wanted to grow taller, seemed lazy.
"Ahem, it will take some time." Li Guyuan first glanced at Gu Lu, and when he found that the latter didn't react, he started talking about the plan.
He boasted, "Our literature club produced the "Tree Man Monthly", but unfortunately it was aborted after only three issues were published at our own expense. I plan to solicit articles from the entire school and then restart the "Tree Man Monthly."
The idea was good, but Gu Lu saw through it at a glance. The monthly magazine was discontinued because it was printed and given to students for free. The funds were all allocated by the school and lacked the ability to generate revenue.
There are so many clubs in No. 8 Middle School, and they won’t give out so much funding for free every month.
However, Li Guyuan was obviously a little excited and didn't think too much. He was just busy describing the "future" with Lu Ping.
Gu Lu put away his thoughts on eating melons, returned to his seat, and studied the short story collection he had just compiled, "Take Her Eyes".
The words that Mr. Gao said about promoting books at the opening ceremony had a lot of overlap with those of the rural teachers.
As for "Osmanthus"... Gu Lu thought, it should come from wearing her eyes, and it was not the flowers like osmanthus that triggered it, but the flowers that were "named". "Don't panic, these science fiction short stories are my trump cards." Gu Lu made a little calculation in his mind.
Currently, Fu Sheng’s stories are being serialized in “Years of Mystery”, there are still two or three stories that have not been published in “Story Club”, and there are two stories in “Horror (New Edition)”.
If we take into account the two stories that are still under review by Youth Digest, the efficiency is very high.
"After these short stories are published, and after Horror helps me publish a collection of short stories, I will start science fiction depending on the situation—"
"After all, the twenty articles of "Bring Her Eyes" can basically be written. The works of Chinese authors are more suitable for the physique of Chinese babies."
The progress cannot be any faster, any faster would be inhumane, Gu Lu thought.
Every time Friday comes, I feel that time is passing extra slowly, but no matter how slow the time is, it will pass.
Entering the holidays.
On Saturday, there was a game between the basketball teams of No. 8 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School. Gu Lu was very calm at first. He didn't even want to watch the NBA, let alone a student game.
On weekends, there were only a few students watching the game on the playground of No. 3 Middle School.
Most of the people who came in groups of three or four were friends of the players, and the overall atmosphere was not good.
But halfway through——
"Is the president okay?" Lu Ping was a little anxious. "Is he still okay?"
It’s time to catch up!
Lu Shangtong, a strong and muscular senior student from the basketball club, was sitting on the ground holding his ankle.
He had sprained it before, but Lu Shangtong had been enduring the pain before, but now the pain was unbearable.
"Let's change the substitutes. If they go on the court when they are injured, it will easily cause further injury," said coach Zhu.
The instructor of the basketball club is a retired center of the Sichuan Provincial Basketball Team. He is more than qualified to coach the high school team.
"No, I can lose to anyone but not to No. 3 Middle School!" Lu Shangtong gritted his teeth, "I can still fight."
"Don't joke with your body," said Coach Zhu.
"Teacher Zhu, the president will definitely be fine."
"Yes, Brother Lu is in such good health."
"Our team cannot be without Brother Lu, otherwise we won't win."
The players are full of fighting spirit and want to win whether they are the starters or the substitutes.
"Teacher, please give me another chance, I can do it." Lu Shangtong repeated.
There is no need for a competition! There is no prize money or award. Health is more important. Gu Lu's ideas are incompatible with the performance of the students in the No. 8 Middle School team.
"Come on!" "Brother Lu is a real man, his arms can run a horse!" "Kill No. 3 Middle School!" "The east wind blows and the drums of war beat, who will beat who in this world?!"...
A dozen audience members from No. 8 Middle School cheered. Originally, the audience from No. 3 Middle School were lazy and lacked passion, but these few cheers were like lighting a fuse!
No. 3 Middle School was unwilling to be outdone, "No. 8 Middle School's basketball team is rubbish, they always lose", "Leading by 10 points is not enough, we need to win by 20 points!" "No. 8 Middle School is a loser"...
"Gu Lu, hurry up and shout, don't lose your voice to the other side." said a classmate from the same club.
Gu Lu howled too.
(End of this chapter)