Generation Z Artists

Chapter 38 Tomorrow will be better

Fang Xinghe stayed up until midnight in the waiting room, put the manuscript on his backpack, finished writing down his thoughts on today's training, and got on the bus to sleep.

After getting off the bus, I took a long bath as usual. While soaking in the pool, people surrounded me and chatted with me.

Oh, I'm famous now.

The people chatting with him included a young thug with tattoos, a middle-aged civil servant with a bulging belly, and a college student with a childish face.

In this small town, he is no longer a nobody and has a little reputation.

The gangster was excited and agitated: "Mr. Fang, look at my hairstyle. It's exactly the same as yours! Isn't it handsome?"

Fang Xinghe gave a thumbs up: "Ugly in a unique way, but very confident."

The other person touched the back of his head and grinned foolishly.

The college students were proud of him: "My classmates all asked me if I was from the same place as you. When I said yes, the girls exclaimed in surprise..."

"When school starts again, tell them that we know each other well and find a partner. Come on!"

The other person lowered his head shyly, his eyes wandering around embarrassedly.

It's obvious that you have someone you like, so I wish you good luck.

The middle-aged civil servant was concerned about his family affairs: "Have you dealt with your uncle? My buddy is from the police station, he can help me!"

Fang Xinghe laughed and scolded: "Come on, in two years, your leaders will have to pour wine for me. Today you treat me to a bath, and then I will praise you to the leader, how about that?"

There was a burst of laughter in the pool, with jokes and arguments, and everyone was having a great time.

Although Fang Xinghe only had one work at that time, everything was different after he received Ba Jin's praise and took first place in the provincial high school entrance examination.

And the future will be even more different.

……

I packed up, went home to drop off my things, and headed straight to school.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw a big red banner hanging on the railings -

[Warmly congratulate Fang Xinghe, a junior high school student and the first prize winner of the first New Concept Composition Competition, for achieving a huge breakthrough in the history of our school's high school entrance examination with his excellent result of first place in the entire examination area! ]

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Fang Xinghe always feels that the two words “Grade 8” seem to be slightly larger than the others.

You wouldn't do that, would you?

As soon as he opened the door of the Chinese language group's office, Lao Fang rushed over, hugged him and slapped him.

"Good boy, you are really good! You really make me proud!"

After letting go of Fang Xinghe, he was annoyed again: "I'm so annoyed. Why is the school on holiday? I wanted to take you to visit all the grades..."

"You really don't mind being hated."

Fang Xinghe was amused. He sat down on his desk and joked, "Who wrote that banner outside? Fortunately, our school's wall is long enough. If it were one meter shorter, it wouldn't be able to fit."

When Teacher Fang heard this, he laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh.

"Why do you think it's so precise? Director Huang personally measured it and calculated the number of words. Principal Liu worked on the words one by one, and he wanted it to be a perfect match from beginning to end!"

"Wow, you are so cocky."

"Oh my, my top scholar, you come back and tell your teacher to plot against me!"

Liu Dashan suddenly appeared at the door, touching his belly and smiling. Instead of blaming him, he took out a Zhonghua cigarette from his shirt pocket.

"Come on, Lao Fang, you've worked hard, have a cigarette! Great talent, are you ready to be honored?"

Fang Xinghe waved his hand decisively: "Don't expect me to give a speech on stage or anything like that. I don't like it. But if the Education Bureau wants to hold a meeting, I authorize you to go on stage for me."

After these words were spoken, Liu Dashan laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared.

But he still shook his head and said politely, "I also got an award. Yours is yours, and mine is mine..."

"It's all the same." Fang Xinghe continued to insist, "Don't bother two people with one thing. You just need to be in the spotlight and I will take the benefits."

Liu Dashan immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes. The school has already held a meeting to discuss this. No. 5 Middle School is going to provide you with a special education reward of yuan. Go and apply for a bank card, and the finance department will transfer the money directly to your card."

Fang Xinghe was stunned: "Does everyone have that thing now?"

Teacher Fang smiled and said, "It was just launched this year. We don't need a passbook anymore. It's very convenient."

"Okay, I'll do it tomorrow."

Liu Dashan immediately reminded: "Tomorrow the Education Bureau and the Propaganda Department will come to interview you. The time is about 2 pm. When we go to your house, remember to pack up."

"OK."

Fang Xinghe nodded lazily: "Anything else? I've done it all in one go."

"Choosing a high school." Teacher Fang gave a concise reminder.

Liu Dashan also coughed dryly and said shamelessly: "The experiments in our county are very good, and the teaching staff is strong..."

"Conditions." Fang Xinghe interrupted directly, "Do something useful."

Liu Dashan remained calm and smoothly changed his words: "All fees are free, and there are various special privileges. Finally, I will give you 10 yuan!"

Wow, you really spent a lot of money?

The 5 yuan offered by No. 8000 Middle School is already a huge investment. The national average annual salary for employees this year is only more than 5 yuan, and it will take six years to save up yuan.

Being able to give 10 for the experiment shows that he is really wealthy.

However, Fang Xinghe just smiled and did not feel anxious because of this exaggerated number.

Liu Dashan tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing that the number one scholar did not respond at all, he had to say goodbye regretfully and sensibly.

As soon as he left, Lao Fang immediately gave Fang Xinghe a thumbs up. "You are really stable. Fortunately, fortunately!"

"Why, has a school asked you to offer better conditions?"

"Wanshun High School." Lao Fang didn't keep the secret and said directly: "12, plus all other privileges."

Well, each one is more willing to give than the other.

Fang Xinghe remained unmoved and continued to chat: "What about No. 10 Middle School and Municipal High School?"

"No. 10 Middle School is holding a meeting. I don't know what the city means, but I guess the Normal University Affiliated Middle School and Jilin University Affiliated Middle School will definitely take action in the next few days."

The times now are different from those in the future.

Nowadays, high schools in the same province can recruit students from other places, so any good talents below will basically be snatched away by the higher-level cities at high prices.

In terms of money and resources, how could Nong'an possibly compete with the provincial capital?

Fang Xinghe had no concerns about where to go to study, even if it meant leaving the county. He was annoyed by the sight of his uncle's family of three.

But in the end it depends on the conditions. It's my money, so there's no reason not to take it.

"I'm not in a hurry, so let's wait and see."

"Yeah." Lao Fang nodded approvingly, "You are a famous person now. The school doesn't care how good your college entrance examination scores are. Just being admitted is the best recruitment advertisement."

"clear."

Fang Xinghe casually swept away all the newspapers on the newsstand and walked out.

"Then you keep busy. I'll go back and see what the current public opinion is like."

In fact, there is nothing new.

The popularity of Chen Jiayong has faded, but the educational discussions stimulated by Good Big Brother are in full swing.

If we count from the time of the high school entrance exam, this trivial matter has been going on for a month and there is still no sign of it ending.

As for it?
As for.

Young people living in the new era will never understand how confused all sectors of society were in 1999.

This kind of confusion is not the whining cry of literary young people, but the real unknown that exists in every corner.

For example, in education, Zhiyin praised Japanese students for their high quality, Yilin praised German children for being rigorous and respectful of science from a young age, and readers boasted every day that only the quality education of Beautiful Lighthouse can promote great civilization.

If you are a member of Generation Z surfing the 6G network, you will just find it ridiculous. What the hell is going on?
But right now, many educators themselves are schizophrenic.

Is our education really working?

Don't ask, it just won't do.

What's wrong?

do not know.

How to change that?

Start arguing.

Study the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, and Japan, and stick to the original route without wavering, or actively explore an education route that is more suitable for the national conditions...

There are as many as seven or eight directions alone, and when it comes to specific details, there is no consensus even within the same direction.

The most outrageous thing is that these days, even the third brother's family has people bragging...

Fang Xinghe read through the discussions in the newspapers, but found very few valuable things. Instead, he witnessed another anti-intellectual carnival.

"What's the point of studying?"

“You can become successful without going to college!”

"Examination-oriented education restricts people's development."

The southern newspapers and periodicals fought against each other, seemingly fair and just, but they successfully set the pace.

The rest of the stupid and evil media quickly followed suit, allowing this lively quarrel to spread to every corner of society.

Han Han was swept up and became a banner, standing at the center of the storm.

Did he realize it himself?

I'm afraid not.

Fang Xinghe vaguely remembered that until the filming of the movie, Haoda Ge had always been pushed to the forefront and used as a gun by the public intellectuals.

The southern media awarded him a series of awesome titles.

Then this guy became complacent and claimed to be extraordinary, but later he reflected on himself: I am a very failed example and not worth emulating.

All I can say is that it takes time for people to mature.

The immature and resentful Han Han is very suitable to be the teenage idol of this era.

In fact, the image that Fang Xinghe deliberately created is the same, except that he wants to stand on the opposite side of "being angry for the sake of being angry, and being angry for the sake of being angry."

After working so hard for so long, it's time to reap the fruits of victory.

Probably, tomorrow.

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　You guys don’t know how to settle accounts.

　　Now there are two small chapters every day, with an average update of 5000 words. After it is put on the shelves, there is a big chapter every day, basically 4000 words. Which one is more?
　　In fact, I wrote two chapters of 6000 words many days, and my fingers became broken.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)