Chapter 28: You Are My Man

All the teachers in the language group are no longer planning to ask questions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The purpose of their test of Yang Zijian is to verify his composition level, poetry and prose poetry are originally non-exam content, they are elective, middle school students do not have to master them, Cui You teacher asked questions to test poetry, but because Yang Zijian's debut novel is poetry, as for prose poems, it is enough to have "School Scenery" to prove it.

However, the director of the teaching and research department was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to ask questions, and he had a feeling that Yang Zijian might become famous all over the world in the future, and what happened today might also be recorded in biographies and memoirs such as "The Autobiography of XX" and "My Campus Life".

Therefore, he pretended to be atmospheric and said directly: "Lilies are our city flowers, you can write a prose poem on this topic." ā€

Yang Zijian was a little speechless, maybe this proposition is a little difficult for people who rarely write, but for people like him who have been writing for many years, it is easy, so he immediately wrote: "The red Danxia Mountain, the lilies as white as jade grow on the cliff......"

This prose poem on the theme of "elegance and purity" is very short, just over two hundred words, and it was written in five minutes.

More than a dozen language teachers watched it and thought it was ordinary and excellent, not as amazing as the previous "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" and "My Pride, My No. 1 Middle School". The director has some regrets, but it is understandable that Yang Zijian has been tossed for more than an hour to create two masterpieces, and his energy and aura are almost exhausted.

More than a dozen teachers in the language department of the department finally decided to agree that Yang Zijian would not indicate that the class would freely submit articles to non-student newspapers and periodicals, because he had the ability to write about it, and if the editorial department of the newspaper came to inquire, the school would explain and provide a guarantee for him. But there are two requirements that Yang Zijian must do:

First, Yang Zijian must pay more attention to student publications, and all student essay competitions must participate.

Second, Yang Zijian should inform the school of his works published in newspapers and periodicals, and the teaching and research department will make a special file for him to collect all his published works.

At the same time, the teachers of the high school of the Chinese group also held a meeting and decided: Lin Kechun and Cui You will take the lead, and every once in a while, among the works published by Yang Zijian, select some of the students' excellent works - in fact, they are suitable for students to read, and after obtaining the consent of each city newspaper, they will submit them to the national "Language Newspaper", "Middle School Student Daily", "Juvenile Daily", "Juvenile Monthly", "Literary Youth", "Juvenile Literature and Art", "Children's Literature", "Campus Literature", "Sprout", and "Selected Essays for Middle School Students" and other juvenile student journals are highly recommended.

Finally, the principal took the time to come over to read "Lilies" written by Yang Zijian, and delivered a concluding speech:

"Comrades, Yang Zijian is a rare and outstanding student with a talent for writing. However, Nanjian No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in Nanjian City, and we cannot cultivate partial talents, but must develop in an all-round way. In the future, comrades should supervise Yang Zijian's study of other disciplines, and this is your responsibility. If our 'student writer' fails in the college entrance examination, it will become a big joke, and society and parents will blame us! ā€

The teachers all nodded yes, as a No. 1 middle school teacher, they are most proud of the promotion rate, and students with expertise can only be regarded as the icing on the cake, so they are deeply convinced of the principal's warning.

Only Yang Zijian smiled bitterly, a little incomprehensible, was the principal for or against his writing? But I also understand that the future will not be easy, unless the results in all subjects are excellent, otherwise the teachers will be controlled.

Halfway through the fourth math class, Yang Zijian hurriedly came back and stood at the door and said to the head teacher on the podium: "Report to duty." ā€

There was a small commotion in the class, and everyone turned to look at him.

"Come in!" Head Teacher Li kindly beckoned to him and said, "Is that essay test still going well?" ā€

Yang Zijian smiled triumphantly and said, "It went very well, and the principal also participated, and he was very satisfied." ā€

"That's really good!" Head Teacher Li said happily, his eyes became more kind.

Yang Zijian walked to the second table of his third group with brisk steps.

Xie Xiaoqin in front squeezed his eyes happily, Lin Yi on the left gave a thumbs up, Qian Li in the back also gave him a rare look, and as for Wang Yun at the fifth table of the four groups, he stared at him with burning eyes, and when he saw him paying attention, he immediately puffed out his palms a few times.

After glancing at Wang Yun gratefully, he found that another, more concerned gaze was looking at him, it was Zhang Jin at the last table of the four groups, and she actually looked at him rarely.

"Alright, students, please be quiet, and now the class will continue. Xie Xiaoqin, you can show Yang Zijian the notes from the first half of the class. Teacher Li finished instructing to continue the class.

Twenty minutes later, the bell rang.

After Teacher Li left, Wang Yun immediately rushed over like a foal, flicked his big ponytail, made a roundabout, ran to the right side, and brought a good smell of incense, driving away the other curious students.

She asked eagerly, "How was the last prose poem written?" ā€

Yang Zijian spread his hands and said, "Very ordinary." Then he said to himself, "But there should be no problem with publishing it in the Nanjian Daily." ā€

Wang Yun condescended, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "That's already very good, you are now Kong Ming of the Oak Literature Society, and you are like a corps." I decided to hold the inaugural meeting of the Literary Society this Thursday and go to collect wind on Sunday. ā€

"Yes, after you collect your manuscript, I will edit it, and I will also write an article."

"OKOK, it's all up to you. Well, Yang Zijian, you remember, you are my person now, if there is any difficulty in life, just tell me, I will definitely help you. Wang Yun said sincerely with big beautiful eyes.

Are you my man now? Yang Zijian felt that this sentence was a bit of a tragedy of Journey to the West, and couldn't help but complain: "Then can you return the moonlight treasure box to me?" ā€

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Yang Zijian then remembered that "Journey to the West" had not been filmed yet, and this stalk couldn't be played, so he smiled: "I'm joking." ā€

Wang Yun looked at Yang Zijian a little lonely, she found that she didn't know what Yang Zijian was thinking at all, don't look at her big grin, in fact, it was quite lonely, his parents were busy with work and often did not go home, and she habitually loved to pose as a propaganda commissioner, even when chatting and joking, she couldn't do political and ideological work for people at every turn, so that her friends were a little annoyed with her, and the result was that there were few friends around her.

Yang Zijian also found Wang Yun standing aside, his eyes were confused, and he couldn't help but look up and say, "Don't worry, I will always stand by your side." Wang Yun, whatever you want to do, just do it, I absolutely support you! ā€