Chapter 153 Science Fiction Short Chapter!

Chapter 153 Science Fiction Short Chapter!

Chapter 153 Science Fiction Short Story! ( words)

"You still want to go to school? I won't even go to the classroom." When Fan Xiaotian heard Wang Junjie talking about how lawless he was in class, he suddenly interrupted.

"The teacher at our technical secondary school was very crazy and he would call the roll every day," Wang Junjie explained, proving that he was not a coward.

"We still want it, but so what? We can just ask our classmates to help us shout it out." Fan Xiaotian said.

Good students talked about their clubs, average students talked about their high school romance gossip, and poor students used their disobedience as a way to show off. Undoubtedly, Fan Xiaotian, who only went to the classroom a few times a week, became the most handsome boy in the room.

"You're awesome. You've made it big. Where are you going these days?" Chen Xue hugged Fan Xiaotian without any hesitation.

"That's nothing. We had fewer National Day holidays before, and we even went on strike. By the way, there are a lot of pretty girls in our school..."

Other students showed two reactions to this kind of showing off. Some were envious, after all, the academic performance and competitiveness of high school were better than those of junior high school. Some were disgusted...

Let's see if you are still so proud after a few years. Some classmates thought to themselves. As high schools have changed, the unity we once had will no longer exist.

In the past, Xiaotian didn’t dare to speak in front of people he didn’t know well, but now he is a little bolder and even dares to brag without thinking.

The moment Chen Xue hugged Xiaotian, the latter's face froze and he was obviously shy. Gu Lu saw it clearly.

[A masterpiece of youth campus] [Let the novel stage shine into the city] [The author's only representative work]

"What is this?" Gu Lu pondered. Please forgive him, his first reaction was the youth pain literature "Left Ear" and "Grass-like Years".

But I soon realized that it was utterly impossible. It could not even be called a masterpiece of youth campus life. Moreover, it was exaggerated to let the stage of the novel shine into the city. Few novels in China could do it.

The authorities have built a bronze gate in Changbai Mountain, which can be regarded as the novel "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" coming into reality. However, how can a youth campus novel be so grand?

In summary, it is most likely a foreign novel, American or Japanese...

Gu Lu's previous life's huge reading volume played a role. Was it "The Fault in Our Stars"? Adapted from Wendeline Delahannan's novel, and this author seems to be only famous for this one work. After being made into a movie, did it meet the requirements of letting the novel's stage shine into the city?
King Gollum's meditation was interrupted. Chen Xue, Wang Junjie, Fan Xiaotian and others spoke very loudly, almost the same as the voice of Lu Ping F4 at the beginning of the school year.

Some people also spoke in a low voice.

"Is Model United Nations fun?" Zhao Juan asked Zhou Lin.

"It's fun. We played a competition with Bashu some time ago and we won." Zhou Lin explained how the club prepared the materials. His expression was proud at first, and then his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.

Because Gu Lu stood her up. He said he would come to see her, but he didn't.

"What about you? No. 3 Middle School should also have clubs, right?" Zhou Lin asked.

No. 138 and Bashu, the four best high schools in the Fog City, definitely have official financial support and all have these activities.

"I usually work as a volunteer, and I'm a little behind in math, so I don't have time to participate in school club activities," said Zhao Juan.

During the Thursday club activities, she usually finds a place to practice questions. For science subjects, the strategy of doing a lot of questions is still useful.

Zhou Lin was curious, "What volunteer?"

"The volunteers of the Qingjiang Action are responsible for picking up garbage on the river bank," said Zhao Juan.

"It's quite meaningful." Zhou Lin said.

Zhao Juan said, "But I think the publicity should also keep up. Many people go to the river to play, but they don't have the awareness to take away the garbage."

"That makes sense. When I become the Secretary-General of the MUN in Fog City, I'll give you a question..." Zhou Lin said, "When cleaning up the garbage in the Yangtze River, is prevention and publicity more important, or is cleanup more important? Whichever side wins will get publicity."

"Then you really need to work harder and let us relax a little," said Zhao Juan.

There was no dinner arranged for the first reunion of Class 5. Gu Lu originally planned to treat the classmates to dinner.

Considering the current consumption level in Fog City, 400 yuan per table is quite good. For more than 20 people, three tables are enough.

A thousand yuan is not too much for the current King Guru, and he can show off a little bit if he makes money...

But the words never came out of his mouth, because Gu Lu knew that if he wanted to have a second gathering, it would be better not to do this.

As a result, there were fewer and fewer students in the park, and they left one by one to go home. At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yudong was also about to leave.

Zhang Yudong first took a photo with Gu Lu alone, and then said, "Come on, let's take a group photo of the park alliance."

The alliance is only one person away from completing the group photo!

As the setting sun reflected on the sky, there were more elderly people in Dukou Park. In "Yesterday's Park", Gu Lu changed the park into Tianchen Park, but the description of the park in the novel was subconsciously based on Dukou Park as a template, which was not deliberate.

In addition, there are also place names such as Suokou Hill, Cuiyuan, and Ganghua that appear in short stories. I wonder if Dukou District can become a literary check-in point in a few years...

Gu Lu and Chen Na were the last to leave the park. The former wanted to stay a little longer and watch her former classmates leave one by one, while the latter was the organizer, who not only had to see her classmates off but also had to make sure of their safety.

[Bibabu Chewing Gum (Chen Na): Let me know when you get home. Let me know when you get home.

Under the Mei Zhi Sword (Wang Han): We’re here.

Tick-tick’s mind is full of books (Xie Fangqi): Haha, I feel like Sister Nana is still our class monitor.

Qiaocheng Xiaoxue (Chen Xue): I was in the car, and I was planning to ask for Gu Lu’s autograph, but I forgot about it.

[…]
Chen Na kept checking her phone, and her classmates frequently changed their QQ names. Some even changed their avatars and names more frequently than they changed their clothes.

I don't know why, Gu Lu and Chen Xue didn't communicate much, but they were very impressed. There was no parent at home and he had a hot temper, he had the naivety of a student but was very realistic, and he often considered things from the perspective of money.

If I remember correctly, Chen Xue had no intention of attending the junior high school graduation party. She only went because Zhang Yudong helped her pay the fee.

Why is it so impressive? Maybe it’s because Chen Xue is somewhere in between being sensible and not sensible.

Last time it was Chen Xue’s birthday, I heard from her grandmother that whenever the family encountered any problems, it was Chen Xue who stepped forward. She knew that her grandmother worked hard so she was filial to her. This is sensible.

But he didn't study seriously and didn't even get into high school, which is also ignorant.

That's why people are anxious, Gu Lu thought.

"There are not enough classmates coming, even though many people have promised to come," said Chen Na.

"It's already very good. Organizing a class reunion doesn't bring any benefits, but it's still a waste of time and effort," said Gu Lu.

"The teacher also said that I have strong organizational skills, which is also a kind of training." Chen Na asked with a smile, "Is there anything that can be improved in this party?"

Huh? Why did you suddenly ask for advice? Seeing Chen Na's serious expression, Gu Lu also put away his smile.

After some thought, he said, "Overall very good, but an emergency contact can be identified."

"It would be too chaotic to contact 10 or 20 people, and you might not have time to answer the phone when you pick someone up," said Gu Lu. "So you can find a classmate who arrived early to be your emergency contact, so that if you can't be contacted, you can find someone else."

"That makes sense." Chen Na nodded to indicate that she had learned it.

"Did you join the student council in high school?"

"No, high school students would be too - too playful, so I want to wait until I go to college."

The two chatted while Chen Na sent Gu Lu to the station...

It is seventeen kilometers from Cuiyuan Station to Jiafuyuan, and more than three thousand kilometers from Fog City to Ice City. Far outside Ice City, there is also something related to Gu Lu.

"Dad, why don't you help me publish a collection of short stories? It's obvious that all my articles are up to publication standard." Wang Ban was unconvinced.

His parent is the vice president of the New Youth Publishing House, but he himself has difficulty even publishing a book. Is that justifiable?

"Your work is indeed worthy of publication," President Wang said calmly, "Then why did you publish a collection of short stories?"

This question is really a question. Publishing a collection of short stories must be for the purpose of publishing a book! Wang looked at his father half-uncomprehendingly.

"We don't need these things, so we don't need you to publish books to make money." President Wang said, "Then publishing a collection of short stories is either to summarize your own writing or to summarize the short stories you are very satisfied with. Which one do you belong to?"

"Uh..." Wang Ban was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that he had just graduated from college and wanted to publish a book to show off, right?
"If we don't even know why, we are just creating new physical garbage," said President Wang.

After thinking for a few minutes and not being able to find a reason to refute, Wang Ban said, "I think I am quite satisfied with the short stories I selected."

"Like this?" President Wang held up "Yesterday's Park" in his hand and said, "This is the first draft of a collection of short stories written by Gu Lu. Gu Lu, you know this, right?"

"I don't know." Wang Ban shook his head.

President Wang reminded, "Gu Lu from The Little Prince."

"Oh, I see. It's the fairy tale novel that was highly promoted some time ago. I read it and it's pretty good." Wang Ban came back to his senses immediately.

The book is more famous than the person.

"He is only sixteen years old and still a freshman in high school. If the collection of your works can surpass his collection of short stories, I will publish a book for you. How about it?" President Wang dug a hole.

Based on the brilliance of these twelve stories, President Wang believes that they can be ranked among the top five short story collections published in China in the past five years.

Is he so kind? No one knows a father better than his son. Wang Ban knew that his father was a kind-hearted person.

Wang Ban asked, "Is this Yesterday's Park really written by Gu Lu alone? Or is it a collection of works by other authors?"

"What are you thinking? This is Gu Lu's collection of short stories. How can a father lie to you?" President Wang said, "How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"

Twenty-five-year-old Wang Ban has his own job and writing is a part-time job. But even as a part-time job, he has been immersed in this field for thirteen years.

Besides, his family has a long history of learning and his grandfather is a big shot in the publishing industry. How could Wang be afraid of a high school student?

"You're not scared now, are you? That's right, Gu Lu is a talented writer..." President Wang said as if it was a matter of course.

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about!" Wang Ban said immediately, "Bet! Why not bet? I'm just worried that there is no best writer. It's obvious that I write better than him, but you just don't admit it. What should I do?"

"How about letting Aunt Zhang judge?" President Wang said, "Isn't that fair?"

Aunt Zhang, also known as Zhang Kangkang, is a famous writer from Northeast China. She has many well-known works. Her most famous work is "The Symbols of the City", which has been included in elementary school textbooks and has a high status in the literary world.

"That's no problem." Wang Ban nodded and agreed, "Then send my collection of short stories to Aunt Zhang."

"You should take a look at it yourself first." President Wang handed the first draft of "Yesterday's Park" to Wang Ban.

Then Wang Ban just took a look, but with a confident look on his face, he took the book and went to other rooms.

Wang Ban’s confidence was not for nothing, mainly because he had read “The Little Prince”, which is said to be a fairy tale, but is more like a philosophy book, a low-profile version of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”.

The "I" of Zaratulli went to the Happy Island and made sharp and harsh criticisms of sympathizers, missionaries, moral people, scholars, prophets and others.

Just as the Little Prince meets all kinds of people as he passes by different planets and "criticizes" them, the only difference is that the Little Prince judges rather than criticizes.

"Just watch it in the living room, and don't take pictures with your mobile phone," said President Wang.

"Of course, Dad, do you think I'm a fool?" Wang Ban said immediately. He would not cheat his father.

Writing a short story in the style of The Little Prince? Wang Ban thought his chances of success were 100%. He looked at the first one and saw Hua Hua Fan.

"What does the name Huahuafan mean?" Wang Ban read on and knew that it was a "delicious meal" made by children using sand and flowers and plants when playing house.

This is where the name of Huahua Rice comes from.

I found that my younger sister, who was in elementary school, could suddenly write very complicated words. When I asked her, I learned that my younger sister, Gu Lu, seemed to have awakened the memories of her past life.

In her previous life, my sister was a working woman who lived to her thirties...

Unable to bear my sister's pleading, I took her to the small town to look for her "previous life" family.

Gu Lu asked his brother to pass the flowery rice that he loved to make in his "previous life" to his father in his "previous life".

"Huh? Why is the narrative style completely different from "The Little Prince"? " Wang Ban sensed something was wrong.

In the previous life, the father was devastated after losing his beloved daughter. He was eating and drinking well when his daughter died, and the guilt made him unable to eat anything. He could only drink milk, juice and other things to stay alive.

Why did he want to stay alive? Because he wanted to visit his daughter's grave.

When my father in the previous life received the colorful rice handed over by "me", the old man recognized it at a glance.

[…As he spoke, the old man took the chopsticks in his hand and repeatedly made the movements of picking up food. “Pah, pah, ah, it’s so delicious.” The old man twisted his neck, and his movements of pretending to eat food were so skillful and his acting skills were so superb that it was absolutely the same as eating real food.]
The old man felt so guilty that he couldn't eat any real food, but he devoured the flowery rice made by his daughter.

Wang Ban was deeply touched. This article "Hua Hua Fan" did not have any twists and turns, but it was full of emotions, especially the subsequent content.

What followed was what really made Wang Ban's heart turn from being touched to being heartbroken. Now Gu Lu is no longer the person from her previous life, but she has a brother and relatives in this life. What should she do?

"...What a heart-stopping story." Wang Ban finished reading it and did not turn the pages any further. The emotion of the story took him more than ten seconds to recover.

“Past lives and present lives can be said to be a story that has been written too much, but the subsequent development really makes this novel stand out from the crowd. It’s wonderful!” Wang Ban has been immersed in books since he was a child, so he has some appreciation ability.

"No!" Wang Ban suddenly woke up. With this level, he was better than a chicken feather?

The old thief is insidious! Wang Ban suddenly looked at his father who was drinking tea leisurely in the study, and walked quickly into the study.

"Don't worry, maybe it's just the first story that's out of character." President Wang spoke first, "Read it first, and then we'll talk. I'm your father, how can I harm you?"

Obviously, President Wang had expected this. When he first read the story of "Hua Hua Fan", he also liked it very much and believed that Gu Lu was definitely destined to be a writer.

In just a few words, the author vividly describes a guilty father.

Just looking for the creativity of the previous life, "Flower Rice" is 6 points, and the subsequent reaction of the brother "I" makes the article 9 points. Supplement, the full score is 10.

So when President Wang was typesetting, he deliberately put "Hua Hua Fan" first, and then "Yesterday's Park" as the finale.

Sorting a collection of short stories is truly a science.

"..."Okay! Wang Ban returned to the living room and continued watching.

"The Bus Driver Who Wants to Be God", "Iron Pillar", "Shoes", "Owl Man", one after another, until the end.

"Hehehe." Wang Ban grinned.

Look how happy he is smiling.

This is nothing. Wang Banzhen laughed. Based on the standard of this collection of short stories, 99% of the short stories would not meet the publishing requirements.

Wang Bandong went to the study room, only to find that no one was there; his father had gone out.

[Your mother and I are going out to eat. I won't disturb you because you are so engrossed in your reading. There are some leftovers at home, so you can make do with what you have. Also, put "Yesterday's Park" in the study after you finish reading it, so it won't get damaged.]
When he took out his cell phone and was about to make a call, Wang Ban saw the text message from Lao Wang.

“……” Wang Ban was silent for a few seconds before he started to cook instant noodles.

While eating, Wang half-thought, "But Dad really found an unusual collection of short stories."

"The only question is, is Gu Lu a group of two students?" Wang Ban thought, just like the Quinn brothers, the two of them created together, because from looking at the collection just now, it is obvious that they have two different writing styles.

Wang Ban searched the Internet and actually found a clue, which came from the news on Wudu Hualong.com.

The caption is "Entering the mysterious student writer Gu Lu——", and the interview content comes from reporter Wang who is very familiar with Gu Lu.

It explains why the topics written by Gu Lu are so broad.

[Gu Lu wrote a short story called "Inhuman Love", and his inspiration came from the clay dolls in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

The clay doll tells a love story of love that moved heaven and earth, and the underworld allowed the deceased husband to possess the clay doll.

Inhuman Love is also about a man’s love for a puppet, but it is more realistic. In the story, the puppet is a dead object that cannot be resurrected, and this kind of fetish plot will ultimately not be recognized, so the ending is that the protagonist and the puppet die for love.

Gu Lu has read many books and has a strong divergent thinking, which is why he can come up with stories on various topics.

At the same time, he is also very imitative, which leads to his varied writing styles…]
In all his life, this was the first time Wang Ban had heard of a writer whose writing style could change at any time.

He bought a story collection and read "Inhuman Love", which was completely different from the two writing styles in the short story collection.

I didn’t feel the literary style of “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio”, but the story does have some of the ghostly spirit of “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio”.

"Rather than saying that he is good at imitation, it is better to say that Gu Lu chose the most suitable writing style according to the type of story."

After learning this conclusion, there was only one number in Wang Ban’s mind - 6!

It takes two bus transfers to get home from Cuiyuan in Dukou District, and the total fare is six yuan.

Gu Lu took the bus, but instead of going directly to the bus stop downstairs, he got off several stops ago to pick up the birthday cake he had ordered in advance. "Hello, boss. Is the cake I ordered yesterday ready?"

"Here's the receipt."

The store picked up a gold ingot cake, which Gu Lu had ordered was a 10-inch cake, so that he could finish it and not waste it.

Gu Lu got on the tricycle and went to the Baile Grocery Store.

"Wu wu wu——" The three-wheeled engine makes a very loud noise, and the roar of the engine always gives a sense of fatigue.

Gu Lu, who had been running around today, didn't seem tired at all.

"It's not as good as I imagined, but not as bad as I imagined." Gu Lu commented on this class reunion.

Even if the synthesis list is not triggered, there is no loss, let alone if it is triggered.

"What I triggered in the grocery store was the item sequence, and now what I triggered is the line sequence." The trigger point was that the classmates were discussing interesting things in school. They talked too much and I didn't know what triggered it.

Therefore, it is impossible to determine whether it is "The Fault in Our Stars" based on the content.

"Wait, grocery store - grocery store." Gu Lu looked at the three key words in front of him [Amazon's best-selling books in 2017] [Central Public Opinion Literature Award] [Atypical Representative Works], and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right.

"Could these three labels be 'The Convenience Store of Sorrow'? This book seems to have been written in 16 or 17." Gu Lu analyzed, "Higashino Keigo writes mystery novels, so this book is an atypical masterpiece, my friend, there's nothing wrong with it!"

"Then why was it triggered? Li Guyuan shared half of the grocery store with me? So that's it?" Gu Lu thought about it and felt that the possibility was not high. "Then there is only one other possibility. Is there a promise or bragging in the book?"

"All I got was bragging and promises?" Gu Lu could no longer remember the content of the book, and probably only remembered a shop that traveled through time and space.

Even if he wasn't 100% sure, Gu Lu still wanted to give it a try.

“If there is a hole in a person’s heart, beautiful things will leak out through this hole.” This is the only quote from “The Convenience Store of Sorrow” that Gu Lu remembered.

Don’t ask, the only thing I know is that I was a signatory on NetEase Cloud Music.

How can we guide people to say this?

While I was thinking, we arrived at Parker Grocery Store.

If it is not a "tenth" birthday, usually there is no big celebration. For example, today, no other relatives were invited, and in order to ensure that the store does not close, the birthday party was even held in the store.

"Xiao Gu is here? Come in quickly."

"Come if you want, why buy a birthday cake? He's already grown up, why should he eat cake?"

"Li Guyuan! Come out quickly! Gu Lu is here."

……

Today is Mr. Li’s birthday, and he indeed prepared a lot of delicious dishes. Add to that Gu Lu’s cake, and you can’t finish them all.

A satisfying day.

"Gulu, we may have to temporarily stop the club's affairs recently." Li Guyuan was relatively silent when sending Gu Lu home.

"The final exam is on January 1th. My mother gave me a strict order that I must do better in the final exam than in the midterm exam, otherwise she would deduct my pocket money," said Li Guyuan.

The New Year's Eve of 12 is February th of next year, so the final exam time will be a little earlier than usual.

"Yes, I must focus on studying," Gu Lu nodded. "Speaking of which, Tangyuan, I have never known what kind of competition you are participating in?"

"..." Li Guyuan was speechless, "Oh my god."

"Bio Olympiad is the Biology Olympiad?" Gu Lu guessed that he really didn't know that there were competitions in biology.

"Why ask a question? Mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology are the four major mainstream competitions!" said Li Guyuan.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Gu Lu heard this, "Then you are really hard-working. You have to join the club, write articles, and improve your grades. In the end, you can't fall behind in the biology competition."

It feels like Li Guyuan is busier than him.

"Yes, I feel like I don't have enough time. I have to stop writing for the time being. I have to study biology and review during the holidays." Li Guyuan said, "I really envy you."

"Are you jealous that I don't have to compete?" Gu Lu asked.

"I envy you for having such a reliable friend like me." Li Guyuan took out two notebooks. "The red notebook is a phased achievement of the publication company. Gulu, take it back and have a look."

"The blue notes are for the difficult points in the final exams of politics, history and geography. They are the places where mistakes are easy to make. Although they are definitely not as good as those marked by the teacher, they are definitely helpful." said Li Guyuan.

"Thank you. I will study hard and live up to the reputation of the Gemini Stars." Gu Lu said with a smile.

As they were talking, they reached the street corner. Li Guyuan stopped and Gu Lu took a tricycle home.

"So many flyers?" Gu Lu took away the flyer stuffed on the door handle.

It is not known whether it is true or a rumor, but Gu Lu saw a saying that many thieves judge how long it has been since a household has returned home by distributing flyers.

Ordinary people would probably throw away flyers when they see them, but if there are a lot of flyers piled up on the door handle, it means no one has been there for a while.

When he got home, Gu Lu's originally straight back suddenly became hunched, and his neat steps became sluggish from the moment he stepped over the threshold.

After taking a shower, Gu Lu sat in front of the computer.

Before starting to type, he always likes to do this and that. Anyway, as long as he doesn't type, everything is fun. Currently, Gu Lu is looking at Li Guyuan's two notebooks.

He opened the blue notebook and was stunned. Wow! Tang Yuan's handwriting was really messy, but fortunately it was within the legible range.

[The meaning of the patriarchal system: using the closeness of paternal blood relations to maintain political hierarchy.

Note: Do not leave out the paternal line, blood relationship is a wrong answer.

Characteristics of the patriarchal system: the system of primogeniture and the distinction between large and small clans.

Note: Don’t worry about what big and small are, they are relative anyway, remember they are relative.

The influence of the patriarchal system: It has had a significant impact on China's traditional social structure.

...]
The first page is densely packed with words, with blue and black gel pens used to distinguish between questions and answers.

Gu Lu realized that Li Guyuan was making notes from the perspective of possible mistakes made by students, and it would be more accurate to say that it was a "collection to prevent mistakes."

"You're too serious." Gu Lu flipped through the pages quickly. To be honest, he could probably only fill up a notebook like this in a semester.

"You really treat me as a friend..." To be honest, if it was Gu Lu, it would be no problem to lend money to buy exercises, but if you want help copying... Goodbye.

No wonder the handwriting is so sloppy, because Li Guyuan doesn’t have much time.

Not wanting to let Tang Yuan down, Gu Lu made up his mind, "In the final exam, I must do better in geography, politics, and history than in the midterm exam."

Gu Lu put away the blue notebook and prepared to read it carefully in class. He looked at the red one again and found that there were not so many words.

[No. 1, 3, 8, 29…

Among all the high schools in Fog City, only Bashu Middle School has its own school magazine, so we have the advantage!

We have reached a preliminary cooperation with the No. 1 Chinese Literature Publishing House. It is mainly a case of the fox borrowing the tiger's power to bully others (you are the tiger). As long as our "Eight Kinds" is published, the No. 1 Chinese Literature Publishing House will help promote it and call on students to submit their articles. In exchange, they want a review quota.

No. 3 Middle School has reached a half-agreement. Currently, they only agree to give "Eight Kinds" for free to help promote after publication. They do not allow students from No. 3 Middle School to submit their works, on the grounds that their instructors do not allow it? (I doubt it. I suspect they want to start a new school magazine themselves.)

...]
In a month, Li Guyuan had contacted seven high schools. Those with literary clubs contacted them, while those without literary clubs contacted the managers of the school libraries.

"Can Tangyuan perform the art of splitting himself into two? Isn't this efficiency too high?" Gu Lu sighed.

Anyway, if it were Gu Lu, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Excellent!
Turning to the end, Gu Lu saw——

[Regarding the number of reviewers, I am thinking of forming an inter-school "Editorial Council" headed by the editor-in-chief. The council would have about ten seats, and they would be elected once a year.

In this way, even if you and I graduate and our publishing house no longer has the students who can support it, the schools with conference quotas will still support our "Eight Kinds".

At the same time, what we need to do is to make "Eight Kinds" the best school magazine in the Fog City. In this way, the fame will attract ordinary students, and the parliament will get support from good schools. With this double moat, our "Eight Kinds" can achieve sustainable development!

This is just my idea, we will discuss the specific situation later.]
“……”Gu Lu felt that Tang Yuan should be the editor-in-chief, considering his future graduation.

Gu Lu had never thought of publishing some of his works in the school magazine. This was a very stupid thing to do. The key point was that just one or two articles could not support a school magazine. Not all stories had the same powerful storytelling as Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Moreover, when martial arts novels were popular, there were no other entertainment activities. Now in 2012, games, mobile phone chats, and online games are all booming.

It is totally unfeasible, but the double moat proposed by Li Guyuan is extremely feasible.

For example, every time there is an exam, every school and even every grade will have a full-mark essay. The vast majority of full-mark essays do not meet the submission standards of regular magazines, but if they can be published in the school magazine, students will definitely be very happy!

Gu Lu finished reading the red notebook. Although the format of the progress report was very amateurish, from looking at the step-by-step progress, he could tell that Li Guyuan was really running the club.

I feel that if Tangyuan is given another three months, he will be able to pass most high school exams.

"It makes my blood boil. I'm going to write 10,000 words today!"

Gu Lu lowered his head and started fighting with the keyboard. He was not just talking casually like Mao Sanning.

After four hours of hard work (with a break in between, of course), Gu Lu wrote 10,000 words, which, combined with the previous accumulation, totaled four science fiction short stories.

"Supporting Humanity", "Supporting God", "Take Her Eyes", "Full-Band Blocking Interference"

"It's time to submit your article!" Gu Lu stood up and twisted left and right.

I found Deputy Editor Li of Story Club. [Well, I don’t know the editors of Science Fiction World, and they don’t usually hang out with us.]
"!!"

Gu Lu was very surprised, as if he saw the sun rising from the bed. There was also an editor that Editor Li didn’t know?

It doesn’t matter. Gu Lu quickly found the magazine’s general submission email address on the Internet.

Since I added Editor Li’s Penguin account, I have never used ordinary channels to submit articles.

However, Gu Lu believed in Liu Cixin's science fiction, and he was not in a hurry for money at the moment, so he could wait for the review period.

[Teacher Gu, can you give me an autograph for The Little Prince? I will send the book to you. My relatives like it very much. Sorry for the trouble.] After a while, Lao Li sent a message. From the text, it can be felt that Lao Li was quite embarrassed.

In fact, Old Li was indeed quite embarrassed. He had originally planned to ask Gu Lu for an autograph today or tomorrow. With their relationship, it would be easy for him to do so.

But before he could say anything, Gu Lu came over to help, and the key was that he couldn't help.

Old Li saw three messages from the other party: [Hmm?] [Picture] [I sent you a signed copy of The Little Prince two weeks ago. The address is in the picture. Editor Li, did you not receive it?]

The content of the picture is the express delivery information. Gu Lu filled in the story meeting front desk, but the mobile phone number and name were filled in as Editor Li. Logically, he should be notified, and the express delivery information here shows that it has been received.

"Huh?" Old Li thought carefully and it seemed that the front desk clerk did call him a few days ago.

However, because I was too busy reviewing, I forgot about it.

Well, what concerned Lao Li even more was that Gu Lu actually sent him a book.

I was very happy, a kind of happiness that I was remembered by others. Lao Li felt his hand beating as he held the mouse.

Lao Li immediately said that he would go to the company tomorrow to take a look.

[Okay, if not, tell me and I’ll call the courier company to ask. The item can’t be lost.] Gu Lu responded.

He sent copies of his first book to everyone who had helped him, including Teacher Li and the fat boss.

And Lao Li was his first editor.

Even if the manuscript can be passed, it is because the quality of the short story is good enough, but it is also the first bite of food in an emergency, and Gu Lu will definitely be grateful.

After chatting with Lao Li for a while, Gu Lu finally submitted the manuscript to Science Fiction World, turned off the computer, and climbed into bed.

"What should I do if Science Fiction World also asks me to sign a resident author contract?" Gu Lu thought to himself before going to bed.

"Liu Cixin's novels are so wonderful! I'm not a monster. I just happened to choose "Put Her Eyes On". I didn't mean to kill anyone." Gu Lu fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, Sunday.

Gu Lu thinks that there is an unreasonable arrangement to attend evening self-study on Sunday.

The atmosphere in the classroom is a little different today.

It seems to be mixed with gunpowder.

Gu Lu sneaked into the classroom and asked Tian Xiao silently, "What's the enemy situation?"

"In Sunday's basketball game, our No. 8 Middle School lost again. This time we lost to Bashu. If we lose again, we might lose to No. 29 Middle School. In the end, we have nothing to lose." Tian Xiao said.

The strongest basketball teams among all the high schools in Fog City are Qiu Jing School (not a spoof, just Qiu Jing) and No. 8 Middle School. To put it simply, they are Hainan and Shoyo, and No. 8 Middle School is Shohoku.

And Bashu is Buri, the kind that could be easily defeated in seconds, but this time it lost.

"Then Zeng Jie added fuel to the fire and started quarreling with Lu Ping. If the squad leader hadn't persuaded them, they might have fought," said Tian Xiao.

No wonder!
It seemed that he was the only one in the basketball club in the class, so Gu Lu walked to the side and said, "Don't be angry, Flathead Brother. Even masters make mistakes sometimes."

"It wasn't a mistake. They just didn't take it seriously and thought Bashu was a weak team. So they played randomly and lost." Lu Ping said, "It's OK if we can't win, I won't be angry, but I can't accept that we can win but lose because of teammates' problems."

This is a lie. In fact, Lu Ping would be even angrier if he couldn't even defeat Bashu.

"Just win it back next time." Gu Lu comforted dryly.

"It's very difficult." Lu Ping said, "In fact, the more important reason why I was so angry was that the instructor and the main players of the basketball club didn't care about the loss at all. After the game, they just discussed the exams. The instructor also said that we shouldn't care and should focus on the final exam."

Why did Gu Lu's first reaction be that the instructor was right? And his second reaction was that Lu Ping trained very hard, and was basically the most serious of all the members.

"Which one do you think is more important, the football game or the final exam?" asked Gu Lu.

"..." Lu Ping looked up at Gu Lu. He didn't expect the other party to ask this question. Fortunately, they had a good relationship, so he suppressed his anger.

Lu Ping explained, "It's not what's more important, but if you spend time and effort, shouldn't you take it seriously? Just like when I practice track and field and want to be a sports student in the future, I also train hard."

"Playing a game is to test your results, which is similar to a final exam. What's the difference between not taking it seriously and just writing casually in the exam room?" Lu Ping also criticized his teammates harshly.

That makes sense, it really does. Gu Lu originally planned to talk about the old saying that the key to being a student is still learning, and clubs are just entertainment activities.

Now Gu Lu was convinced, "I don't think I really stand in Lu Ping's shoes, so I can talk without any pain in my waist."

After criticizing himself in his heart, Gu Lu apologized, "I'm sorry, I just used my own thinking to cover your thoughts, and wanted you to accept my ideas."

"Uh..." Lu Ping was not used to such a formal apology. He immediately said, "No, no, you are not me. You definitely don't know how much effort I have put in..."

When Lu Ping said this, he seemed to understand something. He looked up and said, "Wait a minute, Brother Gulu, I'm going to be out for a while. I have something to do."

After saying that, Lu Ping left the classroom.

Not long after Lu Ping left the classroom, today's broadcast actually sounded. It was from Time Radio.

"Hello everyone, this is Time Radio. We have added a time slot to our broadcast schedule. We will also broadcast a short segment for everyone when evening self-study begins on Sunday."

The voice on the radio was Zhang Liwan's, and it sounded very pleasant.

But they were all trivial matters. The only thing that caught the students' attention was at the end -

"Finally, I'm going to tell you about a major campus event at No. 8 Middle School! We have our own campus wall, and any student from No. 8 Middle School can post an article on it."

Finally, Zhang Liwan read the Penguin Number on the wall of No. 8 Middle School three times.

Gu Lu looked at Lu Yi, the campus wall has begun!
The first message on the campus wall was——

[No. 8 Middle School Wall: How to report the class teacher? Our class teacher is very nice to the parents (she pretends to be nice in front of the parents, but privately favors boys over girls and says girls are money-losing goods)
Then she particularly hates poor students (other teachers certainly don’t like poor students either, but she is particularly severe with them). She physically punished a student yesterday and also doesn’t allow classmates to talk about it elsewhere.

Then in this case, how to change the head teacher? ］
(End of this chapter)