Song Wenbo's status and popularity in the literary circle are definitely higher than Jiang Ming's, so much so that I don't know where to go.

But anyone who knows a little about the literary circle knows that the editor-in-chief of "Zhiya", a former genius of the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, worked in "Zhiya" as soon as he graduated, and finally took on the position of editor-in-chief.

The status of "Zhiya" in China today is due to Song Wenbo's contributions.

Song Wenbo smiled and said, "I didn't expect anyone else to know me?"

Song Wenbo walked in, Chen Yuan strode forward, looked at Song Wenbo with some excitement and said, "Editor-in-Chief Song, why did you come to a small place like ours?"

The editorial office of "Zhiya" magazine is in Beijing, far away from Qingyang City.

After all, Chen Yuan is also from a liberal arts background, and he is an admirer of Song Wenbo.

Song Wenbo smiled: "I'm here to discuss things with Jiang Ming." ”

After Song Wenbo finished speaking, he broke free of Chen Yuan's hand, walked towards Jiang Ming, and said, "Jiang Dacai, you really surprise people all the time. With your article, it must be a shame for countless writers who write science fiction. ”

Who knew that people would use science fiction to express the theme of environmental protection?

Song Wenbo seemed to be still reminiscing, and said: "I don't directly point out the harm caused by human beings destroying the environment and throwing all the garbage into the hole, but just say that a stone flew out of the hole, which really responded to the sentence 'Hey, come out', and will come out in the future...... Pondering makes people's scalp tingle and thought-provoking. ”

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "It's just a game, and Editor-in-Chief Song has a reputation." ”

Song Wenbo shook his head, where is his reputation? This article is indeed excellent, it is better to publish it in their "Zhiya".

Jiang Ming said: "Editor-in-Chief Song, my class for them is not over yet, if you have something to do, I will talk about it when I am done." ”

Chen Yuan's eyes widened.

Do you know who you're talking to? And let Editor-in-Chief Song wait for you?

When Song Wenbo heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Then it's good to dare to be kind, why don't you let me listen to how Jiang Dacai gives composition lessons to this group of students." ”

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched, and he ...... Just this reaction?

Chen Yuan followed and said: "In this case, I will also listen in the back and learn Teacher Jiang's class style." ”

He wanted to see what flowers he could teach.

Chen Yuan and Song Wenbo sat directly at the back of the classroom.

Twelve students sat on pins and needles, in front of a hidden master Teacher Jiang, and behind sat two teachers, one of whom was also the editor-in-chief of a well-known newspaper, which was simply fatal.

Jiang Ming pulled a stool and sat down in the middle, and said, "Everyone has finished writing, read them one by one." ”

Chen Yuan was a little surprised, and said in a low voice: "He doesn't even have a board book?"

Wang Shangwei was pushed out directly, and Wang Shangwei stammered and read his composition.

Jiang Ming frowned and said, "A total of 672 words, if I ask you to write eight hundred, you will shrink me." ”

Wang Shangwei almost peed in fright.

How does this Mr. Jiang know how many words he has written?

Jiang Ming looked at Wang Shangwei's expression of being about to cry, and said with a smile: "Just write it." Although poorly written, 36 points are okay. ”

Thirty-six is a passing score in a sixty-point essay.

Wang Shangwei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, this Teacher Jiang is still very good at talking.

The ten students were honest, and this time they just scribbled and didn't check the essays on the Internet.

Jiang Ming listened to Mao Yifan's stumbling and looking forward to the composition in his hand, and suddenly felt a little surprised: "This composition is well written." ”

Mao Yifan trembled when he heard this, and almost cried: "Teacher Jiang, this is really written by me, not copied by me." As soon as Mao Yifan heard Jiang Ming say that he wrote well, he automatically brought it into the scene of the first day, and thought of him cleaning up Master Jimmy in the Agarwood Pavilion, and the whole person was fine.

Chen Yuan was puzzled, when did this group of students become so obedient?

Even Song Wenbo applauded and said: "Although the words of this article are too rusty and naïve, the idea and writing style are very good. ”

Mao Yifan's article is written about a very magical world, everyone lives in the underground world, lives in the underground world and learns to eat, there is no difference from real life, except that you can't get out of the dungeon. As the protagonist's little girl, she longs to go out, but her parents, teachers, friends, and friends all warn her that she can't go out, and it's dangerous outside.

When the little girl walked out of the dungeon and breathed in the real gray air of the outside world, she died.

As Song Wenbo's editor-in-chief said, the writing technique is very rusty, but the idea is quite good.

Song Wenbo asked with some curiosity: "Classmate, do you usually read?"

Mao Yifan replied with some embarrassment: "Sometimes I look at the Internet." ”

Jiang Ming thought for a moment and said, "Forty-six points is okay." ”

Mao Yifan almost shed tears of excitement, this is the first time he has relied on his own strength to get a score.

After Li Tianchen and Yang Rui read it, Jiang Ming said lightly: "Bullshit." ”

Li Tianchen was furious: "You-"

Yang Rui also looked at Jiang Ming with an angry expression.

"Do you want me to read out where you copied it from?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile.

They still don't believe it, does he really know?

Wang Shangwei, who was sitting on the side, kept giving Li Tianchen and Yang Rui a look, don't die.

Li Tianchen was unhappy and asked, "Wang Shangwei, your eyes are sick, right? Why do you keep blinking at me?"

Wang Shangwei didn't speak when he heard this, but just looked at him with a sympathetic face.

But this time, Jiang Ming didn't even have the idea of dealing with Li Tianchen and Yang Rui.

Jiang Ming coughed and said, "Chinese composition is the best place to score, and it is also the most difficult place to get a high score. If you don't have a chance to get a high score in other courses, then you can, with a high score, or even a full score in Chinese composition. ”

Chen Yuan almost laughed crazy when he heard this.

Let this group of garbage students get high marks on their essays, or even full marks? Is it true that Teacher Jiang didn't come out of a pyramid scheme den?

"Make-up institutions say that essays need routines, that is, they say that they have enough templates and bring the materials collected in advance to put them inside. I can't get a high score, but there's no problem in my forties. ”

Jiang Ming shook his head and added, "The most important thing in composition is the idea and the way to express it. The eternal argumentative essay on the exam paper makes the marking teacher numb, you just need to express a complete idea to make the marking teacher's eyes shine, so that you can get a good score. ”

This is why there are always elementary school students' essays that make countless adults feel ashamed. The writing of elementary school students is naïve, but the ideas and ideas expressed are moving, which is the most important thing.

Jiang Ming looked at the thoughtful student and said, "So, the next class is still writing." Class. ”

A group of students suddenly wanted to kneel for Jiang Ming.

Still want to continue writing essays?

Song Wenbo and Chen Yuan walked up from behind, and as soon as Chen Yuan wanted to speak, Song Wenbo sighed and said: "Mr. Jiang's words are better than ten years of study." From ancient times to the present, the most important thing in making a fuss is intention. Whether it is an essay for the college entrance examination or a long essay, it is always the same. Mr. Jiang's words are really golden and good. ”

How many literati try to write gorgeous sentences for the sake of the article to look beautiful, but forget the importance of the idea of the article after returning to the basics.

Chen Yuan's words in his throat were swallowed back again.

The editor-in-chief of "Zhiya" said so, can he still say that Jiang Ming is not good? Isn't that a slap in the face to Song Wenbo?

Chen Yuan was a little embarrassed, and said goodbye to them and left.

Jiang Ming asked with a smile: "Editor-in-Chief Song, you came to me this time, it should be for the publication of "The Monarch", right?"

Song Wenbo nodded: "That's right, it won't be long before this book will be published." ”

Jiang Ming asked, "How much is the first print?"

Song Wenbo: "10,000 copies." ”

Jiang Ming's brows furrowed, a little incredulous: "Editor-in-Chief Song, I'm not a newcomer anyway, am I? I think the first printing of 10,000 copies is a bit too little." ”

Song Wenbo smiled bitterly: "Jiang Ming, you are not a book, it is impossible for so many people to buy it." And if you want to make a splash in the literary world with this book, I can only tell you, it's difficult!"

Jiang Ming squinted slightly.

Jiang Ming is now a joke in the literary world. A joke by a gimmick.

Song Wenbo patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder and said, "If you can make a name for yourself in the literary world before this book is published, then this book should be useful." ”

Song Wenbo groaned and asked, "Jiang Ming, do you know the Huaxia Youth Poetry Award?"