Songping Municipal Party School. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Jiang Pingping called back, it was already about 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

High school afternoons are generally three periods.

Daylight saving time ends in October, and the first class in the afternoon usually starts at 1:50 p.m. and starts at 2 p.m.

It was already half past four in the afternoon when the three consecutive classes ended.

Jiang Ping called back at this point, and he should have gone to the bookstore in the school just after class.

Jiang Sicheng is no stranger to Hongzhong, he himself is an alumnus of Hongzhong, so he naturally knows these situations.

When he received the call, before he could speak, he heard his daughter's rapid voice coming from the microphone.

"Dad, do you know that Tao Tao is in the newspaper. ”

"Newspapers?

Jiang Sicheng didn't turn a corner for a while.

Lin Tao was in the newspaper, and he heard it clearly, but his daughter Pingping didn't say it clearly when she said it in a hurry.

"It's the middle school students' essay newspaper, this morning our class sent the first issue of the newspaper in November, and there is a column written about Taotao, which is written about Lin Tao in Songping 6 Middle School, as well as the essay he wrote in the last Dongjiang Cup final. ”

This time, Jiang Sicheng finally understood what was going on.

Lin Tao is a middle school student essay!

There was a sudden burst in his heart, and Jiang Sicheng couldn't tell what it was like.

Hung up the phone in a hurry, and called Lin Tao's house without saying a word, Jiang Mei didn't know about it at this time, Jiang Sicheng hung up the phone without saying more to her.

From the kitchen came a choking smell of chili peppers.

Jiang Sicheng coughed a few times, but the look on his face looked a little anxious.

Liu Hongxia happened to come out of the kitchen with an apron.

"What's wrong with you?

Jiang Sicheng looked up at Lin Tao and his aunt, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

Although he is not a person in the education field, Jiang Sicheng knows the influence of the middle school students' essay newspaper in the education circle of Dongjiang Province, and he has been running the newspaper since he was in middle school.

After decades of wind and rain, it has not fallen, and its influence can be imagined.

If it is an ordinary essay that is published in the newspaper, although it is also remarkable, it will not make him so shocked after all.

But what her daughter Pingping said on the phone was that her nephew Lin Tao actually went to the newspaper in the name of "columnist", which is very remarkable.

As the vice-principal of the Party School of the Municipal Party Committee of Matsudaira City, how could he not understand what the column meant.

It's just that his nephew, who has always been wooden and introverted, really has this talent?

Immediately thought of Lin Tao's previous win in the Dongjiang Cup finals, and a look of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Tao Tao is in the newspaper, and the middle school students are writing in the newspaper. ”

Jiang Sicheng's made Liu Hongxia stunned.

She also went to school, so she naturally knows what a middle school student essay newspaper is.

I also know what it means to be in the middle school student essay newspaper.

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6 in.

It seems to be only a blink of an eye.

Lin Tao became popular again.

This time it became popular and different from the last time I won the first prize in the final of the Dongjiang Cup, but it was like a hurricane.

Lin Tao was also a little surprised.

After all, it is indeed a bit surprising to be able to appear in the middle school student essay newspaper as a columnist, which is actually tantamount to a pie suddenly falling from the sky, and it is definitely not only passers-by who are stunned, but also Lin Tao, the lucky one.

Even Zhao Honggui.

In the morning, after seeing the content of the column in the newspaper, he immediately reported the matter to the principal's office, and the propaganda department of No. 6 had already made the content of the propaganda board almost before the end of the four Chinese classes.

Banners have even been erected in front of the school gates.

"Warmly congratulate Lin Tao, a student from Class 1 of the second year of high school, for winning the title of "Columnist Writer" in the Middle School Student Composition Newspaper!"

"A writer is a writer, a little writer!"

Bang!

kicked away the mineral water bottle in front of him that he didn't know which immoral ghost threw down from downstairs, and Lin Tao spit out a line of words in his mouth.

Ye Fei gave him a blank look.

The blue jeans with the edge have broken a hole at the knee, and Lin Tao doesn't know when "ragged" became popular.

In short, on the campus of 6 Middle School, you can use the excuse of being fashionable to wear a pair of hole pants without worrying about strange eyes falling on you.

"You can get it, beware of being struck by lightning. ”

Although it was late autumn, Ye Fei was still wearing a hooded thin shirt on his upper body, and his strong chest muscles could be faintly seen with the neckline open.

Lin Tao didn't have much feeling about being famous, and he was far less surprised than Ye Fei.

He could have described Lin Tao as an omnipotent genius behind his back, sleeping in class, never doing homework, but he could still take the first place in the whole grade, win the first prize of the Dongjiang Cup, and become a columnist for the middle school students' essay newspaper.

Little writers, of course.

Lin Tao, on the other hand, was more immersed in a new problem.

After the middle school students' essay newspaper published their names and works in the name of "columnists", they got in touch with them as soon as possible.

The opinion in the newspaper is clear.

It is hoped that Lin Tao can regularly contribute to the composition newspaper, and even offered conditions that are very different from the previous contract.

One of the most surprising is "no genre limit".

It seems that they suddenly realized that this teenager has a superhuman talent for writing, and the editors of the composition newspaper do not want to use those so-called rules and regulations to limit Lin Tao's creative ability.

An article "You Are by My Side" also seems to classify Lin Tao into the ranks of those who have the ability to "create".

But they didn't know that the name of "little writer" seemed to Lin Tao to be a bit of a distaste, even redundant, and disgusting.

"You're just called cheap and good. ”

Ye Fei's words had a sour taste.

I believe that Ye Fei is not the only one who feels this way in 6.

Sometimes, we go from one extreme to the other to complete an overall metamorphosis from quantitative accumulation to qualitative change, although it does not seem very difficult.

But Ye Fei knew.

A month is too difficult.

He didn't know how the dead friend completed this leap that was almost impossible to succeed in the eyes of others, but Lin Tao finally succeeded in counterattacking.

From the soft light in Zhao Honggui's eyes, it can be seen that this is not just a false name and gimmick, but a capital worthy of showing off and promising potential in the era of high school students.

Lin Tao didn't even have to dig out his mind to bury his head in silent calculations every time Zhao Honggui walked through the classroom window, pretending to be immersed in the vast sea of books.

Not to mention like Wu Bo, who deliberately left the classroom at noon every day and pretended to meet Zhao Honggui on the road--

In a high school classroom.

Lots and lots of these stories are piled up into a rolling thing called youth.

And Lin Tao is also like every teenager who struggles to move forward, dreaming of becoming famous at a young age.

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