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Outside the window, it finally rained heavily, and a cool breeze with rain strands blew through the dark green camphor leaves, blew up a thin white screen, and landed on the small table next to the conference room.

The autumn wind and autumn rain did not extinguish the fierce "struggle" in the small conference room.

"Leader of the prose group, I think Zhang Yimin is the most suitable!" Wang Yun looked at a few of the competition letters.

There are not many students competing for the leader of the prose group, because Zhang Yimin's advantages are too great, whether it is ability, qualifications or talent. This little chubby girl is very good in all aspects except for some cleanliness, from the second year of junior high school to the first year of high school, she won the third prize of the "I love Nanjian" essay three times in a row, and she is the best essay in the first middle school except Yang Zijian, and she also wrote one essay and two newsletters in the Youth Daily.

Yang Zijian hurriedly said, "I agree." ”

Cui You smiled: "I also agree." ”

Teacher Lin said seriously: "Then choose Zhang Yimin, but unfortunately her average score in each subject is about the same as Yang Zijian, everyone should help her improve her grades in other subjects." Okay, next. ”

Everyone passed each other the competition book of the poetry group.

After a while, Wang Yun frowned and said: "I think Zhou Shengli is good, his poetry has a Pushkin's style, this time it was published with me in the "Nanjian Youth Daily", many students like his "Mood of the First Year of High School", I will read it-

I'm excited,

The threshold of entering the first year of high school

Happily busy on the campus trails

Begin in the season of youthful sprouts

Conceiving beautiful dreams ......"

"Ahem, cough, cough" Yang Zijian began to hurt his throat from his shoulder again, and coughed sharply.

Cui You sneered: "Hehe, Pushkin, this is a Russian poet who passed away almost two hundred years ago, for modern poetry, Pushkin's poetry is too lyrical and too shallow. And Zhou Shengli imitated it unsuccessfully, as white as a saliva poem. Poetry is the crown of literature, and you can't let a student with half a bucket of water be the editor, that would be a joke! I think Hu Jiqi should be the leader of the poetry group, his poetry language is novel, the imagery jumps, fresh and connotative......"

There are the most people running for the head of the poetry group, there are actually fifteen, and Mr. Lin is still comparing these fifteen competition books, very serious and meticulous.

Yang Zijian finally stopped coughing, as if he was being hypnotized, and said with blank eyes: "I respect Teacher Cui-"

"Stop!" Wang Yun immediately interrupted Yang Zijian's nonsense, pulled him to the balcony of the small reception room, the cold wind was blowing, her beautiful eyes shot out of anger and said: "You can't support Teacher Cui, that Hu Jiqi in Class 7 is very bad, he is the team leader, I, the president, may not even have the opportunity to publish poetry, in the second batch of members, Teacher Cui's students account for eleven people, Hu Jiqi will definitely pick Teacher Cui's students as editors, and only use their own works!" ”

Yang Zijian comforted: "This is impossible, you and I are both editors-in-chief, only we have the power to be the editor-in-chief, how can the editor-in-chief dare to card the editor-in-chief's article?" ”

Wang Yun was anxious, and his voice was a little big: "You don't know, this Hu Jiqi often says bad things about me, he has ridiculed me in many classes for my low level of poetry, and I am not worthy of being the president, and also said that the poems I publish are limericks, saliva poems, and children's poems!" ”

Of course, Lin Kechun and Cui You heard Wang Yun's voice, Lin Kechun's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, this Wang Yun is a cadre who has been cultivated and supported by him, how can other students be so demeaning and slandered?

Teacher Cui was also a little annoyed by Hu Jiqi's unconcealed words, but he is only a fifteen-year-old student, how much self-control can you give him, these children are impulsive, they will say whatever they think, he said loudly: "Hu Jiqi is irresponsible and groundless when he talks like this, I will ask Hu Jiqi to apologize to Wang Yun, and promise never to do it again!" ”

Wang Yun pursed his lips inside, and said with some grievances: "Hmph, Hu Jiqi also confirmed in front of many people that all comments such as 'limerick poems and saliva poems' were said by Mr. Cui!" ”

"Huh?" Teacher Cui then remembered that when he was tutoring a few students, he did say playfully, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "This is my responsibility, I will review." However, let me make it clear that limerick poetry is not a derogatory poem, even Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Guo Moruo have written, such as Lu Xun's 'My love is on the mountainside, I want to find her The mountain is too high, I can't tear my robe when I bow my head'. As for Mr. Guo Moruo, he wrote many political limericks in the 60s and 70s, such as "It is better to dance a ballet than to endure the hardships of the Long March; It's better to play table tennis than to bow your head and be willing to be a son of a cow', many of which are still published in the mass daily! ”

"Hehehe-" Yang Zijian coughed again, mainly because he laughed so much that he was about to hurt himself, so he had to cough to cover it up, because poetry has no standard, so he often makes jokes, including celebrities.

Wang Yun originally listened to Teacher Cui You's disguised apology, and he was relieved and wanted to go down the steps, but when he saw Yang Zijian's appearance, he was annoyed and angry, and immediately said coquettishly: "I don't agree with Hu Jiqi, I vote for Zhou Shengli!" ”

Yang Zijian saw that Wang Yun was like a rampaging female leopard, and thinking of her combat effectiveness, he hurriedly trotted back to his seat and sat next to Teacher Lin to be safer.

Cui You said: "I choose Hu Jiqi." ”

Yang Zijian said: "I respect Mr. Cui's opinion, and I also choose Hu Jiqi. ”

Teacher Lin felt that Wang Yun was a little excessive, Cui You, as a teacher, had already put down his figure, and also made Hu Jiqi apologize, why was he still so stubborn, he wanted to beat her, he couldn't be too willful, so he also said: "I read Hu Jiqi's poetry works, and he is a creative writing talent, and I also agreed to let him be the leader of the poetry group." ”

Wang Yun was angry, calmed down, and calmly accepted failure, after all, she was a habitual cadre since she was a child, and she had the bearing, but she just glared at Yang Zijian, made a note in her small notebook, and punished him when she was free.

In fact, Yang Zijian still agrees with Taizu's words very much: there is no party outside the party, imperial thought, no faction in the party, and there are all kinds of strange. With Hu Jiqi, a catfish, the pool of water in the editorial department can come alive.

After that, the leader of the "Fairy Tale and Novel Group" was Liu Qiaomei, the representative of the Chinese Department of the first class of high school, the leader of the "junior high school composition group" was Jiang Yinghang, the composition master of the second class of the first year of high school, the leader of the "Letter First Group" was You Wei, the leader of the second class of Ji Gao, the leader of the first group of correspondents was served by Lin Yi, and the leader of the second communication group was served by Qian Li, all of whom were the first batch of members.

Then there are the four "correspondent card" places in the daily newspaper and the youth newspaper, and there is more soup and less porridge, how should it be distributed now?

In order to appease Wang Yun, Yang Zijian said with a smile: "The president is anxious for justice and righteousness, and has a sense of social responsibility, of course he has to be a daily newspaper correspondent, and Qian Li is also a daily correspondent." Lin Yi and Zhang Yimin are correspondents of Youth Daily, OK? ”

Teacher Lin and Cui You nodded in agreement.

Wang Yun smiled at this time, she actually wanted to be a reporter, to understand the society, to repay the society, and to realize her dreams, but she was reluctant to write poetry for a while.