Everyone looked at Song Zimo one after another, only to feel that a thunder in the sky was not so terrifying.

Lin Rui closed his mouth, Song Zimo wanted to go, he wouldn't go, as long as someone presided, it would be fine.

"What? Am I ashamed to go? Song Zimo looked at the suspicious eyes of all of me, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.

He didn't want to show this face, but as soon as he heard Wu Hua say that men and women were not tired of working together, and remembered the scene of Liang Yishan and Lin Rui standing on the stage, he couldn't help but speak, he couldn't understand when he was so nosy.

"It's not a shame, but it depends on whether Yi Shan is happy or not." Wu Hua said fearing that the world would not be chaotic, in fact, he had just deliberately stimulated Song Zimo, but he didn't expect this guy to be so steady on weekdays, and he still couldn't bear it when he met Liang Yishan.

Song Zimo also looked at Liang Yishan expectantly.

Liang Yishan is slightly flustered, Song Zimo wants to share the stage with her? To be honest, she was very disgusted and even a little repulsed, but she thought that no one was hosting, and she really wanted to go on stage, so after thinking about it, she should make do with it.

"If you are happy or unhappy, you will be satisfied." There was disgust in his tone.

Song Zimo didn't care about her either, he knew that Liang Yishan couldn't spit out any good words.

"Then it's such a happy decision, Zimo, I'll host the manuscript for you later, and you take the time to find Yishan to match the manuscript." Wu Hua said.

The bridge is built for you, the Lord does not take the initiative, and it depends on you whether you succeed or not.

"Do you want to host the draft?" Liang Yishan was obviously unhappy, she didn't want to be alone with Song Zimo.

"If you don't want to, don't blame me for dropping the chain at a critical moment." Song Zimo also said angrily: "The host won't be ugly."

The implication is that if you don't want to make a fool of yourself, you can be casual, anyway, the host has the script in hand, so there is no difficulty.

"You dare to make a fool of me!" Liang Yishan looked at each other angrily, "I want you to look good!" ”

"Love doesn't come." Song Zimo didn't have the time to talk to her, it was already his bottom line to be able to host, and he wanted him to beg her to come.

"You-" Liang Yishan was very angry, but she didn't dare to attack, after all, she had to rely on others to support her.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find you to get the right draft!" Liang Yishan held back her anger and said through gritted teeth.

In addition to the top ten winners of the essay, there are also some seedlings with good writing, and Wu Hua also sent an invitation to them. The contestants were originally interested in joining the Literature Club, and this time the Literature Club relaxed the requirements, which is an excellent opportunity for those who have not won awards but are still in the middle and upper ranks. So in the end, in the end, the first phase of the Literary Society's essay collection increased by a total of 36 members.

When the number of people increased, they couldn't always be crowded in a conference room with the student union, so Wu Hua asked Song Zimo to come forward and apply to the principal for the entertainment room where the lecture was held before, as the base camp of their literary club.

The literary society's award-winning essay has achieved a great impact, and it has also indirectly enhanced the popularity of Jiangcheng University. Wu Hua has outstanding ability, and he is not in the limelight, and he takes all the credit on Song Zimo, which is what the principal appreciates Wu Hua more, so supporting Song Zimo is equivalent to giving Wu Hua face.

The first meeting of the Literary Society is scheduled for a Monday in mid-December, and the winter break will be in a month, and Christmas Eve is not popular in China now, so the nearest holiday is New Year's Day on January 1.

In addition to the mutual introduction and acquaintance between the members, Wu Hua also asked Song Zimo to arrange a literary club task for everyone, New Year's Day is approaching, each person writes an article about New Year's Day, and then makes a selection in turn, publishes the outstanding works into a collection, and pushes the first issue of the literary club to the school book reading room.

Everyone was completely shocked by Song Zimo's idea, the development model of the literary club was beyond their imagination, if it weren't for the previous novel and unique award-winning essay, they would probably be frightened by Song Zimo's thinking mode.

"Do we have to pay for the anthology?" He Wen asked.

He had previously submitted articles to other newspapers to learn some insider information, and those newspapers that claimed to be soliciting publications, under the banner of discovering talents, actually collected money from authors in this way, which is why he preferred to transmit his novels at school rather than to other big newspapers.

"The Literary Club has funds, and there is no need for members to pay for it." Song Zimo explained that when it came to this, he had to admire Wu Hua, because the funds for this activity were paid by Wu Hua himself.

"So good?" He Wenwen was slightly skeptical.

Liang Yishan couldn't help choking, "I don't need you to pay, what are you worried about?" ”

"I'll just ask, since there is no charge, it would be better." He Wenwen was not angry, he just wanted to understand clearly, and the province was cheated in the future without knowing it.

"Anything that costs is illegal." Wu Hua stood up and looked at the crowd: "The Literary Society will not charge any fees, on the contrary, if there is a particularly good work, the Literary Society can also pay him to publish a novel for free."

Wu Hua feels that the encouragement model of the 21st century is suitable for any era.

"Great, the welfare of the literary club is so good."

"There is a future for following the president."

"It's a good thing you didn't go to the music club, the literature club is much better than the music club."

"What I'm good at is literature, of course I don't go to the music club, last time I just went to the Qi Qin meeting. But now it seems that the backstage and background of the literary club are stronger than that of the music club. ”

"That's it, follow the president to have meat to eat."

After hearing this, everyone expressed their opinions one after another and argued endlessly.

"Okay, then let's go ahead and try to do a good job in the first mission."

Song Zimo saw that the time was almost up, so he ended the meeting.

After the other members of the Literature Club left, Wu Hua and several other core figures stayed, and He Wenwen also hesitated to Wu Hua.

"Wu Hua, is it really possible to publish novels for free?" He Wenwen was still tempted by this benefit.

He knew that Wu Hua was the backbone of the Literary Society, and Song Zimo was just a façade.

"If you have the ability, it's not impossible." Wu Hua did not answer positively, but pushed a Tai Chi and threw the question back.

"As long as you don't declare your personal vendetta, I have confidence in myself." He Wenwen snorted coldly, he still felt that Wu Hua and the others were targeting him.

"He Wenwen, do you still feel that we are targeting you on purpose? Haven't you thought it's your own problem? Are you so confident that your writing can take the first place? Wu Hua didn't know why, he wanted to count him down when he looked at He Wenwen.

"I naturally know my writing, and those who have read my articles have nothing bad to say." He Wenwen is still obsessed.

Wu Hua sneered, and did not refute, but picked up the document he had received before, put it in front of Song Zimo, and said, "Read more of other people's articles and see where you are better than others."

Wu Hua didn't dare to say it too bluntly, but he believed that He Wenwen would understand after reading it, He Wenwen had good skills, but he had been immersed in his own world, and he only had his own words in his eyes, which was fatal for a literati.

He Wenwen looked at the stack of manuscripts and didn't understand Wu Hua's intentions.

"Life is finite, learning is boundless." Wu Hua forwarded the golden sentence given to him by Wang Lao to He Wenwen.

Although He Wenwen didn't know what Wu Hua was doing, he still took the manuscripts and said to Wu Hua: "I don't believe that there is a better one than me."

Then, he hummed angrily and walked out of the literary club with a stack of manuscripts.

"This He document is really self-righteous." Zhou Min couldn't get used to it.

"He's trapped in a cage by himself, and he can't get out on his own, and he won't let anyone else in. Over time, it becomes self-serving. Wu Hua said.

"Actually, he has a good foundation." Song Zimo also appreciated.

If he really wants to develop, he must read more other people's articles, especially good articles, so that he can sublimate himself from them." Wu Hua said without reservation.

"Wu Hua, don't you hate He Wen? What did he do to you and Zhou Min at the beginning? Liang Yishan asked with a little curiosity.

Wu Hua chuckled, "Why hate him, if it weren't for him, there would be no existence of our literary club, on the contrary, I have to thank him." ”

Liang Yishan was stunned when she heard it, and she didn't know what Wu Hua was talking about, "It's good if you're happy, I really don't understand you." ”

"It's good if you understand Zimo, I don't need you to understand." Wu Hua said teasingly.

Liang Yishan blushed at Wu Hua's explicit words, raised her eyes to look at Song Zimo, but saw that Song Zimo just looked at herself, looking at each other, Liang Yishan only felt that her face was hot. Wei stomped his foot, walked to the side, and snorted coldly: "If you talk nonsense again, I will leave the burden and quit."

"Haha, just kidding." Wu Hua smiled heartily, "Zimo is happy to coax." ”

Song Zimo glanced at Wu Hua, who was afraid of not messing around, and did not move, so he would not be stupid enough to touch the nail at this time.

The activities of the electrical appliance store are imminent, and Liang Yishan and Song Zimo also put aside their grievances and are in intense rehearsals.

The recreation room became the place they went to the most.

"Song Zimo, can you change this line?" Liang Yishan listened to Song Zi's lines silently and had some problems.

Song Zimo paused his voice and asked, "What's wrong with this line?"

"It's too long, I'm annoyed when you read it." Liang Yishan deliberately found fault, she just couldn't look down on Song Zimo.

Song Zimo saw through Liang Yishan's mind at a glance, and she disliked him in a convenient way.

"You can choose not to listen." Song Zimo resolutely did not change his lines, so he would not let her succeed.

Liang Yishan was sullen, snorted coldly, and stopped pressing.

Song Zimo saw that Liang Yishan was silent, so he continued to pick up the manuscript and read it.

"Song Zimo, can you be louder, haven't you eaten?" Song Zimo had just finished reading half of the sentence when he was interrupted by Liang Yishan again.