Chapter 122 Seeking Help from a Big Shot
Chapter 122 Seeking Help from a Big Shot
How big of a deal? Gu Lu listened attentively.
"He has applied to Teacher Wu to restart the Shu Ren Monthly." Wan Bai revealed, "Teacher Wu has submitted the application and is waiting for the school's approval."
It's really not just talk. Gu Lu's mind rang with a slogan: The third year of high school has been retired, and the first year of high school should be established. In the year of Renchen, the world is auspicious.
After recording the park mentioned by Gu Lu, Wan Bai trotted away. He had to go back and continue to share the joys and sorrows with the club.
Every student has his or her own goal. Gu Lu has felt the youthful vitality of high school students from his or her classmates more than once.
One more thing to add, the basketball club does not need to perform on stage. Instead, a shooting event will be set up in the playground during the school anniversary, and there will be prizes for the number of shots made.
These prizes were purchased by the basketball club from the handicraft club, completing the sales loop.
"Is high school life so colorful? Fortunately, I didn't go to a technical secondary school like in my previous life." He thought to himself and walked out of the school.
In school, every student indeed has his or her own goal.
"Zebra, why are you working so hard to learn dancing?" Qi Caiwei asked curiously. Lu Yi in front of her was not a dance student either.
Lu Yi treated Qi Caiwei to a lot of snacks. Qi Caiwei was overjoyed and had to serve as a sparring partner for two weeks, as her hands and feet were exhausted.
"You've been studying and practicing dancing these days," Qi Caiwei continued, "If it's for the school anniversary, your level is completely sufficient."
It's not that she can't work hard at dancing, but the level of effort she puts in is already the same as her own, as she has been dancing since she was a child. It's unnecessary and will only harm her body.
"Could it really be because of the passion for it?" Qi Caiwei didn't believe it. Dancing is so hard to practice, how could anyone really like dancing?
"I...I just want to be more fashionable." Lu Yi responded in a low voice.
“?” Qi Caiwei felt that she didn’t understand Chinese.
What? Is dancing fashionable?
"My grades in junior high school were good, and I was always in the top three in the school." Lu Yi's voice was low, as if he was telling someone else's story. "But when I graduated, I found that I didn't have any close friends. The best memory of my entire junior high school was going on stage to receive an award."
"So," Lu Yi suddenly raised his voice, "I want to be a fashionable person."
The word fashion still sounds strange, but Qi Caiwei understood what Lu Yi wanted to express, "You mean, you want to be a more lively person."
"Not only do I want to be lively, I also hope to make a lot of friends in high school and have good popularity." Lu Yi said, so she took the initiative to compete for the class monitor, cut her hair, and joined the dance club.
Qi Caiwei understood that this was the "fashion". She said, "Okay, please spare some time during the club activities tomorrow and I will show you a detailed look."
Lu Yi was stunned. This was too troublesome. The two of them were not in the same club. Even with a sugar-coated bullet, it would still be very troublesome.
"On the school anniversary stage, I will definitely let you shine, and then boys will line up to pursue you and girls will line up to make friends with you." Qi Caiwei said.
Lu Yi was so touched that he didn't know what to say to thank him. He just rushed up and gave him a hug.
"Caiwei, if you have any problems with your studies, you can ask me. I can handle most of them!" Lu Yi said in return.
Qi Caiwei had no doubt about this, but she already had a deskmate in the liberal arts department to help her.
It's Wednesday again in a blink of an eye. More than a dozen members of the special club "Model United Nations" have solemn expressions.
Because the instructor just announced a bad news, "Only Bashu Middle School and Southwest University Affiliated Middle School can enter the MUN in Fog City." As mentioned before, the National Flag Guard, Time Radio and MUN are the three most special clubs in the school. The special thing about MUN is that it is a global club.
From regional middle school model United Nations to national and then to global university student model United Nations, the main purpose is to allow young people to join in discussions at international conferences, imitating the procedures of the United Nations League of Nations. Different students or different schools, representing diplomats from different countries, discuss issues such as global health and monetary policy.
It may seem useless, but this activity is very helpful in broadening the international perspective of young people. No matter how much you teach, it is not as good as letting students collect information themselves and have a real fight.
"I'll go find Principal Chang..." Mi Zan, the president and secretary-general of the Model United Nations of No. 8 Middle School, stood up immediately. As an impatient person, he couldn't hold back for even a second.
If No. 8 Middle School cannot enter this year's Fog City Model United Nations Conference, wouldn't it be equivalent to them just closing the door and playing by themselves? What's the point then?
"It's useless," the instructor said. "Schools across the country have been organizing Model United Nations since the beginning of the 2000s, but the MUN in Fog City was only established this year, and it was initiated by these two schools."
"So what?" a community member responded.
The instructor sighed. He just didn't want to make it clear. If the school couldn't take the lead, there would be no motivation to move forward. No. 8 Middle School has always been striving for the first place.
"Is there no other way, teacher?" Zhou Lin asked.
"Any other options?" the instructor said, "Go find the Fog City Middle School Student Model United Nations Association and sign up, but the chances of success are slim."
"Small is better than no class at all," Zhou Lin said. "We'll all try to figure out if we can get in this year."
Without a doubt, Zhou Lin is the most active member.
China will surely dominate the world! Zhou Lin’s view is so simple, so she joined the Model United Nations since high school, and then step by step became the Secretary-General of the Fog City Model United Nations, the Secretary-General of the Global Model United Nations, the Secretary-General of the Asian Model United Nations...
Since the Model United Nations was initiated by American University in the 1950s, the secretaries-general of the 23rd Global Model United Nations Conference currently being held are all American students.
No one knows where the girl with super powers gets her belief from. She believes that the Secretary-General of the Global Model United Nations should be a Chinese, so the first step cannot fail.
The instructor was not optimistic about the students' voluntary registration. He himself was a small clerk in the United Front Work Department of Wudu, and his part-time job at the school was also a department task. It was very leisurely, and the only bad thing was that he could not receive two salaries.
After all, the education of middle school students cannot be taken lightly. Unless we find an extremely influential person, we will have to wait until the next class.
Because of the bad news brought by the instructor, the members who were originally preparing for today's simulation on the "South China Sea problem" were all listless.
After the members' activity was over, Mi Zan found the member who was the most excited in the meeting.
"Zhou Lin, do you have any ideas?" Mi Zan asked. He also wanted to join the city-level Model United Nations.
"I want to ask a former classmate of mine..." Zhou Lin said.
Before he finished speaking, Mi Zan sighed, "Then there is probably no hope, because I just asked the instructor, and he said that the chances of a student applying on their own being successful are basically zero. If the school doesn't push, there is nothing we can do."
“You can still go and ask.” Zhou Lin said.
"Does your classmate have a powerful background?" Mi Zan's expression moved and hope ignited, and he thought of a possibility.
"Probably not, but he was a celebrity in our junior high school. Everyone in the school knew him. He was very powerful," said Zhou Lin.
How powerful can it be if the ignited hope is extinguished? No matter how powerful it is, it is just a student. Mi Zan did not say anything to pour cold water.
"It's really helpful. Thank you very much regardless of whether it succeeds or not," said Mi Zan.
Zhou Lin also saw that the president didn't believe it, so he didn't say much.
(End of this chapter)