Generation Z Artists

Chapter 17: Knowing but not following, my fate should be decided by me, not by God [Thanks to TEMPEST]

He read the long article of more than 2000 words in one breath without anyone interrupting him.

But as soon as the last syllable fell, the room was immediately engulfed in chaos.

New Concept Writing Competition is different from science competitions in that there are no fixed standards, so who writes the best essay and who is not eligible for the prize all depends on the judges to argue, in other words...arguing.

This was not the first time that an argument broke out in the conference room, nor was it the first time that they had argued with each other, but this time it was particularly intense.

Yu Hua immediately rushed to Teacher Cao and said, "Give me the manuscript. Your vague Beijing accent is not Mandarin! Let me take a closer look."

Cao Wenxuan's face fell and he handed the manuscript to Su Tong.

Su Tong took the manuscript with a smile, then turned away from Yu Hua and said, "You know nothing about this, just wait!"

Han Shaoyuan watched them making a scene and shook his head, "This isn't a middle school student's composition."

Fudan tutor Chen Sihe humorously replied: "It's not a college student's essay. I know best what level my students are at."

Zhao Changtian sighed, "An article called Youth and another one called Apple in the Semi-finals. They are both written in the same vein. They describe the wildness and rebelliousness of teenagers..."

"That's more than just rebellion."

Ye Zhaoyan immediately objected: "That is the echo of the family being squeezed by society in many ways! From the perspective of a child, everything is real. I even think that what he describes is a common phenomenon."

"Yes, this is not just whining, it is very real and very heavy."

Teacher Tie Ning had a solemn expression and even began to reflect on herself: "My son is in adolescence. I feel that I am not considerate and respectful enough in educating him. I am often rude to him, so he often confronts me. Now, after reading Xiao Fang's article, I am really touched."

The female writers suddenly had a lot to say, one sentence after another.

"Children today are indeed difficult to manage. You can criticize them, but you must have a clear and correct reason. If you criticize just for the sake of criticizing, the situation described in the article will definitely occur."

"My son is more worrying. He doesn't resist, but he doesn't communicate either. He doesn't tell us anything. It's exhausting!"

"That's easy to imagine. You must have hurt his pride at some point, and then you didn't pay attention and just ignored it."

"In fact, we had self-respect back then. When I was a kid, I was severely beaten for lying, but I really didn't lie. It's just that they refused to listen to my explanation. Decades have passed, but this is the only thing in my childhood that I still remember vividly..."

"How did Fang Xinghe's brain develop after missing out on a childhood? That's a really good summary."

"Oh, educating children is so difficult. You really have to pay attention to it in the future, otherwise you may end up raising them in a wrong way without even knowing how."

Lao Zhao frowned tightly, very unhappy: "Too alarmist! Do parents completely kill their children's spirituality by beating them? Which of us didn't grow up under the sticks of our parents? The article is very good and very inflammatory, but this child is too extreme and too utilitarian!"

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't bring this up to the author himself."

Chairman Wang Meng took control of the situation and prevented several older editors from continuing to take advantage of the issue.

He commented: "Although it is indeed a bit extreme in inciting confrontation and encouraging revenge, this kind of real, natural and vivid response is what we want in New Concept. I am personally very happy to see this article."

Ye Xin agreed immediately: "Cai Yuanpei proposed that literature should have humanistic and aesthetic functions, be able to shape people's souls, cultivate people's spirits, and nurture humanistic sentiments.

Fang Xinghe achieved all of these in a small essay. I think this is a very remarkable thing. He is also a very remarkable young man. "

Old Xing pursed his lips and insisted, "I don't like it. This kind of article will lead teenagers astray."

Li Qigang immediately tried to smooth things over and change the subject: "This kid is really weird. How come he has even read Baopuzi? Has anyone among you read that stuff?"

There was a burst of laughter in the room and everyone shook their heads.

"I do not have."

"I do not have either."

"I'm the worst. I don't even know who Wen Kang is."

"Hahahaha!"

"Okay, let's get down to business. Who wants to comment on his article?"

"I me me!"

"I'll do it. I have to do it!"

This was exactly the scene that Wang Yali and the other two saw when they returned to the office.

A group of great writers and professors were crowded together, arguing loudly, and no one was willing to give in to anyone else.

"What's going on here?"

Tie Ning looked helpless: "Everyone is vying to comment on Xiao Fang's composition... Look at Yu Hua!"

Yu Hua was tugging Su Tong's arm, but Su Tong refused to let go. He held Fang Xinghe's manuscript high up and shouted, "Have you ever written a preface for someone? Do you know what a review is? Let go, let me go first!"

Wang Yali and Chen Danya had not yet seen Fang Xinghe's work for the semi-finals, and they looked at each other in surprise when they saw this.

"Is it that good?"

“It’ll be better than you think.”

Wang Yali and the other two were becoming more and more impatient, but they couldn't squeeze in, so they had to ask for some details to satisfy their curiosity.

"So, what did he write?"

Tie Ning casually handed over the draft paper before copying. The first time Chen Danya looked down, she saw a natural and magnificent spirit coming towards her - "I know but I don't follow it. My fate should be decided by myself, not by God - Thoughts after watching a bitten apple"

"hiss……"

Chen Danya took a deep breath and felt numb all over.

……

The next morning, Fang Xinghe received the expected notice.

I won the award and went to the hotel conference room to receive the award this afternoon.

First prize in Group B, easily.

He smoothed his clothes in front of the mirror, buttoned the collar of his Zhongshan suit carefully, leaving only the edge of his white shirt exposed, and then used hair wax to comb his hair. He immediately became as handsome as a red lightning bolt.

But the scheming boy still felt that the impact was not strong enough, so he wore the carefully selected sterling silver earrings on his left ear.

While wearing it, he cursed: "That damned Young and Dangerous, it has led so many kids astray!"

Thanks to the small place of Nong'an, there are only ear piercing shops but no good tattoo shops. Otherwise, with Xiao Fang's arrogance at the time, he would have definitely invited the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger to possess his body long ago.

I can only say, I'm lucky.

Compared to tattoos, ear piercings are really just a piece of cake.

In fact, Fang Xinghe himself doesn’t like wearing jewelry, but preferences are preferences and work is work, and being responsible for one’s image is the professional ethics of a star.

Since you have decided to become a star, there is no need to be shy. Everything should be done to attract fans.

So he ran to all the jewelry stores in the county, cursing and swearing, and carefully and calmly picked out many sets of matching clothes.

This is called professionalism.

In the later era of diversified aesthetics, earrings as an important styling component can still consume a large part of exclusive preferences. Even now, their power will only be stronger.

After all, the greatest rebellion of young people at this time is still at the level of Haonan hairstyle, cross necklace and bell-bottom pants, which are not as good as the non-mainstream of the next generation.

And Mr. Fang is at the next level.

When I finally packed up and went out, I happened to run into the girl from the opposite room. The girl looked up, her face turned red, and she immediately lowered her head, then walked forward along the wall, as if she was running away.

Hehe, what a lovely era~~~
Obviously, the effect is indeed outstanding.

The King of Showoff raised his chin and walked towards the meeting room with a good mood.

Along the way, no matter who saw him, they would take a deep breath and eat the cold noodles. Xi'an's annual production was consumed by them in just a few minutes, followed by all kinds of whispers.

"He's so handsome!"

Too conventional.

"He doesn't look like a good person..."

you know too much.

"Look, he is Fang Xinghe!"

Huh? Has the name spread so widely?
"Oh my god, don't stand next to him when you receive the award later. I can't stand it."

Haha, we are all buddies, why should men make things difficult for other men?

Fang Xinghe turned his head to glance at the guy who was muttering to himself, and decided that if he had a choice later, he would take a photo next to him.

This is not a hardship, this is a test.
When we arrived at the conference room on the second floor, banners had already been hung and the venue had been decorated.

The staff were busy, the judges were doing their jobs, and the only two reporters holding cameras were next to Chen Danya.

The moment Fang Xinghe walked in, the eyes of female judges including Wang Yali, Chen Danya and Yuan Min lit up.

But there were also a few older male judges who frowned.

This is called gain and loss. Being prominent can get more attention, but more criticism will follow.

But overall, the vast majority of the judges were quite enthusiastic about him, and many of them smiled and nodded when they saw him, and were very kind.

The award ceremony was unremarkable. Many first prizes were given out. A group of people held their certificates and lined up in two or three rows under the banner, waiting for reporters to take pictures.

Fang Xinghe "passively" stood in the middle.

He didn't grab the C position, but the reporter taking the photo deliberately directed traffic: "Student Su, please stand in the middle!"

OK, cooperate.

Then when he walked to the middle, the two guys next to him moved to the side with fear on their faces, taking small steps, one step, two steps, like the pace of a devil~~~
Click click click.

With the sound of shutter clicks, the picture freezes.

　The third leader TEMPEST makes a brilliant appearance, let's spread the flowers~
　　Thanks to daolin, 丶zang丶 for the reward.

　　Thank you for your monthly tickets, it's hard work

　　
　
(End of this chapter)