Generation Z Artists

Chapter 19 I didn't surrender! [New Year's Day chapter, happy new year! ]

Li Qigang didn't waste any time. He took out Fang Xinghe's manuscript and piled it in front of Han Han.

"Look."

The one on the top happens to be "Another Day When I Want to Grow Up".

When he first started flipping through the book, Han Han was very cautious, but the more he flipped through it, the more relaxed he became, and the more confident he became.

After reading it, he chuckled and said, "That's it?"

The young man's face was glowing with strong confidence, his eyebrows were raised high, and he sat with a straight back, leaning back in the chair and shaking the manuscript.

"The writing is indeed very smooth, but what else is special about it? This kind of campus style is quite suitable for his age, but I was too lazy to write this kind of thing when I was in sixth grade..."

"Don't worry."

Li Qigang smiled meaningfully and motioned him to continue reading.

"That's just an essay. I didn't put any thought into it. Look at something else."

"Ah!"

Han Han curled his lips, put "Growing Up" aside, and picked up the next one.

After seeing the question, his nonchalant expression suddenly changed and became more serious.

It was the composition topic for the semi-finals, "Knowing but not following, my destiny should be determined by myself, not by God - Thoughts after looking at a bitten apple."

From the perspective of literary common sense, people who can write good essays may not necessarily be able to write good novels or essays, but the most basic appreciation ability is common, and there is no need to question the sensitivity to words themselves.

Therefore, Han Han could naturally feel the grand spirit of the entire title.

He subconsciously sat up straighter, perked up, and read carefully.

The room fell silent for a moment.

After turning to the last page and reading the last word, Han Han remained silent for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand to rub his cheek.

Li Qigang asked with a smile: "How was it? Did you feel like you had met a soulmate?"

"Okay."

Han Han pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

"If I get the same topic, I can also write it."

Having said that, his voice was clearly much lower and his eyes were somewhat hesitant and vague.

Can I write that well?
Han Han wasn't sure. He felt that it was roughly okay, but he wasn't very confident. He intuitively thought that the sublimation part was a bit beyond the scope.

So this is not intentional bragging, but a kind of cognitive confusion of "I should be able to do it too".

“I also believe you can write it.”

Li Qigang echoed, then suddenly changed his tone: "But 'Seeing People in a Cup' is indeed not as good as 'Knowing but Not Following'. The structure is far different. You still rely too much on instinct when writing."

Han Han stroked his long hair irritably and wanted to refute, but in the end he said nothing and just let out a long breath.

He is a man of dignity and doesn't want to be stubborn without any basis.

"we'll see."

Muttering softly, he put "Knowing but Not Following" aside and picked up the next one, this time it was "Damn Youth".

Before he started reading, he moved his chair forward and stopped leaning against the back of the chair. Instead, he lay on the table and concentrated on reading.

His shoulder-length hair fell down, covering his entire face, leaving only his frowning brows exposed to Li Qigang.

Old Li smiled secretly and lit a cigarette leisurely.

As an old friend of Han Renjun, he felt that he had a responsibility to guide Han Zhongzheng's mentality. The method...

Isn't this what it is?

Not long after, Han Han finished reading the opening word by word, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and scratched his hair hard.

"Damn it, man, you really don't tolerate anyone..."

The whole article of "Youth" is just about two words: please.

At the very beginning, he calls himself the "boss", scolds the predecessors of the pain school as impotent, and also criticizes all those born in the 80s in one fell swoop, revealing his arrogance and sharpness.

Looking further ahead, it becomes more and more ferocious and wild.

Until the last paragraph, Fang Xinghe's writing style was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made Han Han dizzy and numb.

There was a phantom pain as if a dump truck was running over my body, which made my breathing stop.

"Fuck!"

Xiao Han slammed the table and stood up, dumbfounded: "How dare he write like this?!"

"He just dares." Li Qigang spread his hands, "And he enjoys scolding, but I feel very uncomfortable and have to give him a high score."

To be honest, Han Han also felt like sitting on pins and needles.

How can I sit still like this?
He raised his buttocks, strode to the window, leaned on the windowsill with both hands and looked into the distance.

The chair he knocked away made a sharp creaking sound on the ground.

Li Qigang said nothing, neither criticized nor paid attention, and continued to smoke comfortably.

The devastated Han Shao took a deep breath for a while, finally adjusted his mood, turned around and leaned against the windowsill, standing there and silently reading the last article.

Sex, Violence, and Lies

For the next ten minutes, the silence in the room was deafening.

After reading the last word, Han Shao hung his head, tightened his chin, and stood there for a long time. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, with a bitter and confused expression.

I am not as good as him.

These four simple words were stuck in my throat, turning around and around, but I couldn't say them out.

Shame, guilty conscience, entanglement, regret...

All kinds of unprecedented negative emotions repeatedly hit that confused heart.

Li Qigang stood up and walked over, took the manuscript from him, put it together again, then put his arm around the boy's shoulders for the second time and said lightly, "Let's go home."

Han Han went downstairs in a daze, got into the car in a daze, returned home in a daze, and locked himself in the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, the middle school boy, who was unwilling to accept the world and was resentful of everything, felt for the first time in his life what it meant to be overwhelmed by talent and impacted by wildness.

He is still proud, but not confident enough.

What the hell is this monster?

In comparison, am I a little... too weak, too pretentious, and too floating?

Once reflection begins, it will not end easily.

In a daze, Han Han suddenly realized that he was now a pretentious child in the pain of puberty.

The groundbreaking words in "Youth" came back to his mind, and he slapped himself in annoyance, pounding the bed and cursing.

"Grass!"

"You're such a bastard, asking for trouble!" But even though he regretted it, he still forced himself to get up, sit at the desk, and start imitating the article "Youth".

This is not surrender, nor is it cowardice; it is the joy of seeing the prey and the mutual respect for each other.

The article is indeed quite interesting. I don’t want to learn from it, nor do I want to delve into it. I just, just, uh… just appreciate it.

He easily convinced himself, and the middle school boy began to read the article, feeling depressed and no longer able to be proud.

……

Fang Xinghe didn't know that his good brother had been hit so hard that he had gone crazy.

He is quite busy here, busy showing off.

In the eyes of these candidates, Fang Xinghe was extremely excessive. Not only did he directly reject the big pie that fell from the sky, but he also did it so coolly.

"Now is probably not the right time to be thinking about where to go to university. I'm only 13 and have achieved such a small amount of success."

Yan Ba's face was full of calmness and restraint, and he was not arrogant or presumptuous, but his frivolous attitude was even more arrogant than anything else.

"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, I am not particularly interested in the Chinese Department, even though it carries the name of Peking University."

Teacher Wu and Chen Sihe looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Well, the little madman rejected both of them at once, because the special recruitment for literature can only go to the Chinese Department, there is no other possibility.

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry."

Old Wu decided to postpone the discussion and quickly ended the topic: "You should study hard first, and we'll see in a few years. The situation is constantly changing!"

Fang Xinghe nodded and said goodbye politely: "I'll leave first, thank you again."

Old Wu and Old Chen looked at Fang Xinghe as he walked towards Chen Danya, with their hands on their hips, and sighed in unison: "Ah..."

I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon is too cold and looks down on me.

Who can understand the pain here?
Chen Danya couldn't figure it out anyway, so she just asked tactfully, "Don't you like Peking University?"

Fang Xinghe shook his head: "It's a professional problem, not a school problem."

"Oh."

Ms. Chen, who didn't quite understand what was going on, didn't talk about it anymore. She said in a negotiating tone, "Xiao Fang, our reporter wants to do an interview with you. Is that convenient?"

"Of course." Fang Xinghe said casually, "Although I don't think there is any significance in this interview."

The reporter laughed when he heard that. "I heard Editor-in-Chief Chen praise you for being mature. It's true. I'm Wang Tong, a reporter from Xinmin Evening News. Let's find a place to sit down and chat slowly, okay?"

"Then go to my room."

Fang Xinghe turned around and led the way, while Chen Danya and Wang Tong followed behind, chatting in low voices.

"Actually, there's really no point in interviewing right now. Maybe you could put the manuscript on hold and wait for it to germinate?"

"Let's talk about it first. Even if it's just a draft, I have to have more materials than others. After all, he's your favorite person, Sister Chen!"

Chen Danya was very satisfied and said with a smile: "If necessary in June, I will help you apply again. What's yours is yours, and no one can snatch it away from you."

Fang Xinghe suddenly asked: "What will happen in June?"

"You are the only one who is smart!"

Chen Danya cursed with a smile, then explained: "Chen Jiayong has received a recommendation from Peking University. The next step is to wait for the admission letter. Once the matter is actually confirmed, relevant reports will follow up immediately, probably in mid-to-late June."

Fang Xinghe immediately realized that the academic and media communities were truly prepared to use new concepts to bring about a new trend in Chinese language.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Good winds help me soar to the sky, this is the pulse of the times.

Once again, I would like to thank all the teachers for their energy and efforts in teaching Chinese in middle schools. It has allowed me to see that today's literary world still has character, is still speaking out, and is still doing things.

It’s not appropriate for me to say this, but I do have more respect for teachers from the bottom of my heart.”

Wang Tong's eyes lit up instantly: "This is a very broad-minded statement with a high level of vision!"

Chen Danya was not satisfied and asked angrily, "Just a few points?"

Fang Xinghe insisted with a smile: "Three points is not a small amount, five points can only be given to Sister Chen, I am too proud."

"People are big devils!"

Chen Danya burst out laughing, and it was obvious that she was extremely happy.

But she didn't talk about herself at all, she just said: "The teachers will be very pleased to know your opinions. When you really enter the literary world, you can talk to them more. They have all read your articles and are very impressed by you."

Fang Xinghe followed up with a joke: "You didn't mention whether it was a good impression or a bad impression. I think it must be mostly bad impressions."

"Hahaha! You kid!"

Chen Danya couldn't help laughing, and then sighed: "You have such red hair, and you still expect those old-fashioned people to like you?"

Wang Tong smiled and said, "No? I think except for a few people, most of the teachers praised Xiao Fang."

"What a good article!"

Chen Danya couldn't stop praising and her face was beaming with joy.

"The essay competition is about talent. Xiao Fang's writing is so brilliant that everyone who reads it is delighted. The president of Fudan University wanted to recruit him as soon as he saw his essay, but later he gave up when he saw that he was too young..."

Wang Tong immediately kept this sentence in mind and even thought that he could use it as the title of his interview.

What a great breaking point!

Then, I suddenly began to wonder: How good were those articles to earn so many people’s praises?

Feeling itchy, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you still have drafts of those articles? I want to see them."

Fang Xinghe shook his head: "No, the drafts for the preliminary round are all at home, and you are not allowed to bring out the drafts for the semi-final."

Chen Danya immediately rejected it for him: "It has to be kept secret until the book is published. Xiao Wang, wait until the anthology comes out before reading it. You will feel more deeply when you read it quietly."

"That's all it can do."

Wang Tong felt very sorry, but there was nothing he could do, so he continued the interview.

"Xiao Fang, let's continue with the previous topic and talk about your views on the New Concept Competition?"

Fang Xinghe pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

“The motivation was good, the process was good, the result may not be good, but it was ultimately an influential, meaningful, and groundbreaking attempt. As one of the beneficiaries, I will always be grateful for this experience.”

"Wow, you really talk..."

Wang Tong couldn't help but exclaimed, and then he was stuck there, not knowing how to describe it.

In the end, he could only say a very pale sentence: "You are the most thoughtful teenager I have ever seen."

"right?"

Chen Danya was extremely proud, and it looked as if Fang Xinghe was her son and son-in-law.

"Don't be fooled by Xiao Fang's bad boy appearance. He actually has something special in his mind!"

The entire interview revolved around this point, and it was finally confirmed, resulting in a manuscript that Wang Tong couldn't wait to send out.

But it’s not enough, he still has to endure and wait for the wind.

(End of this chapter)