In the evening of self-study, the five members of the communication group of the Oak Literature Society finalized the draft in the classroom. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Zijian sat alone at the second table of the three groups.

The third table and the fourth table were merged and became the world of the literary club, and Wang Yun, Qian Li and other four people sat together to write.

After Yang Zijian drew up the framework of the newsletter, he asked them to fill in the content separately, and the content in each subheading was written by Qian Li, Wang Yun, and Zhang Yimin. Zhang Yimin is the representative of the Chinese class, ranking first in the first week of the test composition, and has a good foundation in Chinese; Qian Li has a rich imagination, don't look at her gentle appearance, she is actually very shrewd and pragmatic; Wang Yun is influenced by his family and is sensitive to policy vocabulary.

With these three talented women writing manuscripts, Yang Zijian is very relieved.

As for Lin Yi, this guy is now too poisonous in martial arts novels, and Yang Zijian asked him to take a copy of "Xinhua Dictionary" to proofread typos and sick sentences word by word.

As for Yang Zijian himself, he was busy reading the letter.

Since "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge" became famous in Nanjian City, more than a dozen pen pal letters and fan letters have been sent every day, half of which are students from Nanjian No. 1 Middle School of our school - obviously just throw it to him, but you have to put a stamp and then turn it around, what a waste!

After browsing it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there are no "confessional" love letters in this era, they are all pen pal letters that he wants to communicate, but he can not reply, and most of them are boys, of course Yang Zijian has no time to reply. In this era when newspapers and periodicals are king, editors have the power to kill, readers have little role, and there is no e-mail in this era, and the cost of writing letters is too great.

At eight o'clock, Wang Yun and the other four copied the newsletter and handed it over to Yang Zijian, the editor-in-chief.

Yang Zijian quickly read it, deleted a few places, and then handed it to Wang Yun and said: "It's okay, show it to Director Wang in the evening, and hand it over to Teacher Lin tomorrow, and then ask him to help call and recommend it, and it should be published next Thursday." ”

Wang Yun looked at the manuscript in disbelief and exclaimed, "That's it?" ”

"Alright, that's good."

"I mean, so it can be published?"

"That's right!"

"It's that simple?"

Yang Zijian smiled: "How difficult do you think! This kind of communication is the least creative genre, and it is the least creative, as long as there are no mistakes in the policy text and data. Chengxi relied on your connections to accept interviews, and Youth Daily relied on Mr. Lin's connections to agree to publish, we are just a hand, and in the whole process, we are not important to a few young reporters-" He scratched his head and smiled, "This kind of report doesn't make much sense, and not many people read it, it's just a need for political performance, and your father will understand it anyway." ”

Wang Yun immediately glared at him unhappily and said, "We are writing so hard, you say it's meaningless?" My dad's job is also meaningless? It also makes no sense for newspapers to spread the voice of the government? ”

Yang Zijian wanted to slap himself in the mouth, seeing that you were cheap, he sighed, raised his hand and said: "I was wrong, President, this report is of great significance, your father is dutiful, we are also dutiful, everyone is contributing to the construction of the four modernizations!" ”

Wang Yunfen punched Yang Zijian's shoulder, and then put away the political commissar's frame and taught: "Count you as acquaintances." Yang Zijian, sometimes you have a bad ideological consciousness, too self-righteous, and have individualistic tendencies......"

Oh my God!

I can't afford to provoke, can't I still hide?

Yang Zijian picked up the textbook and workbook to escape Wang Yun's nagging, strode to the desk in front of Zhang Jin, pulled out the stool and sat down, and began the daily routine process of doing homework and asking questions.

Zhang Jin was very pleased, feeling that Yang Zijian had resisted Wang Yun's "temptation" and was on the right path of "studying hard and making progress every day", and always tried his best to answer questions that Yang Zijian did not understand.

At this time, Lin Yi returned to his seat and said to the sulking Wang Yun: "President, this is my seat!" ”

Wang Yun glared at Lin Yi fiercely, and then took the manuscript materials, but did not sit back at her four groups of five tables, but went to Yang Zijian's side at the sixth table, pushed Yang Zijian's shoulder and asked him to move inside to sit, and then she sat in Yang Zijian's original seat.

Yang Zijian was tossed so much that he couldn't cry or laugh, and he couldn't get rid of it between the two girls, but fortunately, it didn't hinder his learning, and the fragrance was bursting, refreshing.

For next week's unit exam, he continued to do exercises, and asked Zhang Jin if he didn't understand. Wang Yun's grades are about the same as his, they are all around fifteen, which is not comparable to Xueba, so Yang Zijian naturally won't ask her.

After the bell rang for the second evening self-study, Wang Yun got up and said, "I'm going home, Dad is working overtime at night, and he will pick me up at half past eight." ”

He said he was leaving, but the president's footsteps didn't move half a minute.

Yang Zijian understood, stood up helplessly and said, "OK, I'll send you?" ”

"Good!" Wang Yun smiled proudly at Zhang Jin, took a step to the right with a ponytail, walked through several empty tables, and left through the back door, while Yang Zijian followed helplessly.

Teacher Du, the biology teacher on duty, sat in front of the podium and glanced at them, shaking his head slightly.

The two of them crossed the Furong Road on the right side of Taoli Garden, and the road to the school gate was quite straight and spacious, with five or six street lamps erected on both sides shining bright silver light, and under each street lamp stood a few students reciting books, and the mosquito-like "buzzing" sound and the overflowing fragrance of flowers became a unique scenery at night.

Wang Yun suddenly said, "Actually, I should come to the boarding." ”

Yang Zijian asked a little strangely: "Many of the students in our class in the city also board, your home is so far away, and your father works nearby, why don't you board?" ”

"My mom works in a bank and has a lot of entertainment, and my dad needs me to take care of her." Wang Yun said proudly.

Yang Zijian said with a smile: "You have an excessive sense of responsibility, how can your father take care of it!" Perhaps, Director Wang felt the need to take care of you and had to go home on time every day. If you live on campus, you may be able to spend more time with your colleagues and your superiors. ”

Wang Yun tilted his head and thought about it, and said with a smile: "Well, what you said also makes sense. However, I used to go for a morning run with my dad every day. ”

Yang Zijian somewhat understands that this girl has a bit of a father-love complex.

The night breeze is slightly cool, and thousands of lights are shining.

Yang Zijian and Wang Yun waited for a few minutes at the school gate when a Volga police car drove up from the south and stopped on the side of the road.

The car window was pulled down, revealing Director Wang's iron-faced and majestic face, and a pair of indifferent and stern eyes swept onto Yang Zijian's body, with a thick warning like a wind knife and frost sword, making Yang Zijian uncomfortable.

"Goodbye!" Wang Yun smiled and waved his little hand with Yang Zijian, walked to the passenger door, opened it and sat in.

Volga turned around and headed south of the road, quickly disappearing into the confusion of the night.

Yang Zijian felt Director Wang's warning gaze, and sighed slightly bitterly: "One Volga, two worlds!" ”