Chapter Seventy-Three: I Want the Image of a Genius

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The watermelon seed face hated his peer to death at this time, you are a adult, don't you know the severity of the matter! You're in your thirties and you're alive to be a dog?

"Paralyzed!" Rarely burst into foul language, watermelon seed face slammed the newspaper in his hand to the ground, this is what people do? He never thought that an adult would be so naΓ―ve that you, a little writer, would dare to offend the vice governor and the mayor of Kotoshima?

Literati? Uncle Wen! What are you pretending to be high!

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In class 24 of the second year of Moshi No. 1 High School, Yu Yan sat in his seat, took out a pen and paper from his desk and wrote frantically, since he has been in the newspaper, it is likely that a publishing house will come to him soon.

Chatting with Liu Qi on the road before, Yu Yan thought back to what happened after the author of "The Death of the Red Rabbit" in his previous life published this article, and he estimated that the publishing house would probably find himself to publish a collection of essays.

I have a copy of "Kong Yiji" in my hand right now, and it will definitely not work if it is to be published as a collection of essays.

Yu Yan thought about it for a long time, Kafka's must not be understood, I really can't remember a few other people's short stories, anyway, the composition is not a requirement for novels, try Lu Xun's essays yourself, I can't remember it at a lower level, it's painful.

Many of Lu Xun's essays actually look like essays, and they are not long, and it is impossible to completely memorize the words and sentences, but there is absolutely no difference in ideology.

In fact, as a student of the Chinese Department, Yu Yan knew that Lu Xun's artistic achievements were also quite high, but they were only overshadowed by ideology.

In other words, the ideological rating of Lu Xun's essays is S-level, and the artistry is S-, which is higher than the vast majority of writers, but it is ignored by everyone because it is slightly inferior to ideology, which is quite unfair to say.

The pen was written quickly, and two essays were quickly completed, and Yu Yan stopped, and now there are four essays in his hand with "The Death of the Red Rabbit", which can be used as the first draft, just two novels and two essays, and the essays are regarded as argumentative essays.

Although "The Death of the Red Rabbit" is very well written, Yu Yan didn't expect the publishing house to sign a contract with him based on this article, and the first draft of four essays is almost enough.

And the reason why Yu Yan didn't write a little more and directly finalized it, well...... Because of my tired hands, I haven't written so many words for a long time except for the monthly exam a few days ago.

Leaning on the seat and resting for a while, the students came to the classroom one after another, and Yu Yan was about to accept praise at the beginning of the fifth class, when Principal Liu knocked on the door at the front door of the class, and the whole class looked at the door.

Principal Liu looked at Yu Yan with a pleasant face: "Mr. Yu, an editor from a publishing house has come to you. ”

Behind him was the editor of the Qi Provincial People's Publishing House, who thought he was talented and lucky, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard President Liu's words, and Yu ...... Mr. Yu? That's not the right headmaster, isn't it...... Moreover, why do you feel that this principal seems to be a little flattering to this student......

This, this is really the principal? He remembered that when he said that he was the editor of the publishing house, the other party was a little enthusiastic, and then he said that he came to find Yu Yan and reacted quite enthusiastically, and he always felt that something was wrong...... Could it be that this kid is very powerful in his family?

Yu Yan listened to a joy, sure enough, he got up and took the four articles in his hand directly out of the classroom door, and said hello to the principal first, although Principal Liu has some flattery to himself, but he is not a child who counts, of course he must have the politeness he should have.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the young editor: "Hello, what do you call it?" ”

"Your surname is Zhao, and your single name is Lun," the editor said with some arrogance, "the editor of the Qi Provincial People's Publishing House." ”

Yu Yan looked at him a little strangely, aren't you just an editor of a publishing house so proud, he thought to himself I didn't ask your surname, you don't have a hairy ...... While thinking about it, he didn't show it on his face, and nodded: "Hello, my name is Yu Yan." ”

"Do you want to go to my office to talk?" Seeing that the two of them finished greeting, Principal Liu said in a timely manner.

Yu Yan was just about to say no, but Zhao Lun spoke: "Then thank you, Principal Liu." ”

Afterword: "......"

He was a little speechless, why was this person so unkind, how could Yu Yan know that this Zhao Lun had always thought highly of himself, and to be honest, he looked down on people like Principal Liu.

"You're welcome." Principal Liu said, I really don't feel very comfortable in my heart, at least you have to be polite first, how can you just say yes. Besides, I'm asking Yu Yan and not you, what are you talking about...... This person really thinks of himself as a character, it's really funny.

When he arrived at the principal's office, before Zhao Lun could speak, Yu Yan asked first: "Essay collection?" ”

Zhao Lun was stunned for a moment, nodded, and just about to say something, Yu Yan directly handed over the three articles: "The overall level is like this, you can see if it's okay first." These three articles are "Kong Yiji" and two essays, anyway, what I remember is Lu Xun's essays.

Zhao Lun didn't answer, and shook his head: "We have a set of topics and directions. ”

After all, publishing is a commercial act, so publishing houses rarely accept manuscripts for publication, and usually give ideas to ask writers after determining the highlights and topic selection directions, because the risk is small and it is not easy to lose money.

Yu Yan nodded, knowing about this, and withdrew the three articles in his hand: "What direction?" ”

"Rebel alternative direction," Zhao Lun said, "we want to portray you as a rebel under this traditional test-taking education, so we need you to write this style of writing." This point of view is exactly the same as what Liao Wei thought.

Yu Yan sighed, and said in his heart, isn't this Han Han's way, to be honest, he is not too willing, after thinking about it, Yu Yan spoke: "I want the image of a genius." ”

Zhao Lun was stunned: "Huh? He didn't seem to expect that answer.

"I want the image of a genius," Yu Yan repeated, "a genius under traditional examination-oriented education and a genius of literature." ”

Zhao Lun looked at Yu Yan strangely and then laughed, a mocking laugh intentionally or unintentionally, genius? It's ridiculous, I don't know the genius under the exam-oriented education, but this traditional literary world no longer allows geniuses.

"Do you know the criteria for genius? At least your "The Death of the Red Rabbit" is too far off. "Zhao Lun hates this so-called genius high school student, in fact, is the article "The Death of the Red Rabbit" really far behind? Not necessarily, but of course he belittles and says whatever he wants.

(Genius, don't think about the next chapter and slap your face right away, it's impossible, I want to write a little more realistic.) Small things can be reflexively pretended to be slapped in the face in an instant, big things are forgotten, too fast and too brainless, I want to have a little brain, a little bit on the line, of course, there are still small slaps in the face. οΌ‰