The classrooms are quiet, which is one of the characteristics of the exam room.

Looking around, after sighing, "The literary club is really not so easy to enter", Chen Feng buried his head in hard thought and meditated.

For him, who has participated in a youth literature contest and serialized "I'm crazy about songs", it is easy to write an excellent propositional essay.

It's just that he is considering whether to deliberately lower the level of the article, so as not to write too well and make people too shocked, which violates his creed of being a low-key person.

He may have traveled over, perhaps because he was accustomed to the ordinariness of his previous life, so he was a little resistant to the extraordinary days destined for this life.

Of course, after constantly encountering a series of incidents such as the strong praise of the organizing committee of the Youth Literature Competition, the deliberate suppression of the high-level of the Squirrel Literature Network, the courting of Bai Ming, the editor-in-chief of "Jianghu Ke", and the "heart-to-heart" of Li Ye, the son of the official eunuch.

In just a few months, his mentality has changed dramatically, and the universal values that he had shaped in his previous life for more than 20 years have taken on a state of fragmentation.

His heart and bottom line are still there, but the definition of the future has changed greatly.

Chen Feng began to think about whether it was really worth it to suppress his self-suppression for the sake of the so-called "plain is true"?

After all, when he turned his head and thought about it, as a traverser, his life trajectory in this world could not be ordinary, so why hide it and pretend to be a posture?

On the road of literature, he can show his skills without scruples, and he does not have to be as restrained and confused as the official and military roads, and the unique social system has guaranteed his status to a certain extent.

Looking at the present with such a mentality, Chen Feng feels that this game is a good opportunity for him. That's what made a splash. Start with the Literature Club of Jinling University. created an image of a "genius boy" who was born out of thin air, and built his own personality charm.

Chen Feng suddenly thought of the chicken soup lectures given by those successful people in his previous life in college.

In this talent-rich Jinling University, he has to dig up a few shovels to recruit some partners for future plans, and the necessary "fame" will make him go more smoothly in this regard.

Zhang Ailing once said: "You have to be famous early, if you come too late, you won't be so happy." ”

Thinking about this, Chen Feng's heart moved. Combining the young people's pursuit of "fame" with the mentality of these proud students in the university who are both eager for success and greedy for enjoyment, they splashed ink with enthusiasm.

“…… A university at hand, a future far away; We are constantly making choices between dreams and reality, and we are constantly struggling with the depravity of happiness and the sublimation of pain......"

From a stylistic point of view, he wrote a piece of prose, which can be compared with ordinary prose, and has some more substantive content.

The scattered words carry a faint sense of melancholy and struggle, as well as a subtle story.

It's quite a Wong Kar-wai movie.

It's just from Chen Feng's "superior" perspective. His "strength" was a little overdone, and what was hidden under the thick ink was a disease-free moaning paleness. It's nowhere near as deep as the King of Sunglasses.

However, such an evaluation is unreasonable, and the traces of Chen Feng's self-humility and self-damage are too obvious.

Judging from the speed of his writing and the ease with which he finishes writing, he is generally satisfied with this article, in just two hours, 3,000 words in one go, Chen Feng's state is a few points stronger than when he wrote about Tibetan Buddhism.

Even he himself felt satisfied, and if he showed it to others, he would be embarrassed again.

At this moment, the classroom is more than half empty, no, it should be said that there are only a few people left, and the time set by the literary club for the assessment is three hours, in fact, for most freshmen, more than one hour is enough.

4:43 a.m.

In September, the sky was still bright, and it was almost five o'clock.

From a purely chronological point of view, after five o'clock is considered evening, and after seven o'clock it is night.

Song Jia, the president of the literary club, began to inspect one classroom after another, and explained to the members of the literary club who invigilated the exam what happened after the exam.

Eleven classes on the third floor.

She stood in the doorway and tapped lightly on it.

The senior, who was sitting on the podium, followed the prestige, and his face suddenly showed an expression of joy and excitement, and walked to the door.

"President Song, you, why are you here?" This senior, who is one year higher than Song Jia, is as restrained as a student in front of the teacher at the moment.

"Well, it's going well." Song Jia asked.

"It's going well, there are less than ten people left, I guess I can't write it, I'm grinding it." Senior 1510 reported.

"It's been hard these days, remember to go to the reward banquet held by the club in the evening, and I'll go to other classes to have a look." Song Jia smiled and asked, and went to the next class alone.

She stopped as she passed the second window.

Through the window, she saw a somewhat familiar figure, and after a little thought, it should be Chen Feng, the guy who impressed herself when she was a freshman.

Although she had also heard from the people around her that there was a freshman named Chen Feng who was in the limelight at the military parade, Song Jia's impression of this junior was already very weak.

If she hadn't happened to see it, she would have almost forgotten that on the road that day, Chen Feng said that she wanted to join the literary club, and she casually made an agreement to invite to dinner.

Song Jia frowned slightly, she remembered what the senior said just now, what has not been written yet, nine times out of ten it is grinding.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill her promise.

Chen Feng didn't pay attention to the window, and he didn't know that someone was "peeping" at him, he read his article from beginning to end very seriously, and carefully experienced the whirlpool inner struggle.

Writing and reading are two completely different feelings, but both can make him happy.

Chen Feng got up, handed in the papers, and walked out of the classroom.

At the top of the stairs, he saw the back of a girl, one foot on the first step, ready to go upstairs.

"Senior Sister Song?" Chen Feng recognized it immediately, but for the sake of insurance, he still used an inquiring tone.

Song Jia turned his head and glanced at Chen Feng.

"The junior brother is also here to participate in the assessment of the Literature Club, what do you think?" Song Jia asked politely, and she felt that there was a sense of embarrassment in her tone.

"It's okay, it won't be long before I'm a little minion under my senior sister." Chen Feng didn't feel the embarrassment, and teased himself, faintly and a little complacent, for him who wrote a good article, the joy in his heart could not be hidden.

Maybe it's a good idea to find someone to talk to.

"Congratulations, uh, I have something to do now, you see." Song Jia said pointedly.

"I'm sorry."

Chen Feng bowed his head and apologized, and watched Song Jia walk up to the corner of the stairs. (To be continued.) )