Generation Z Artists

Chapter 59 Han Han: Are you crazy?
It may be the same in high schools across the country, with the last two classes in the afternoon being self-study classes.

Fang Xinghe turned around and found Class 10 of Grade . He walked past the front door and went straight to the back door. As expected, he soon saw his good brother in the back row.

My brother is so miserable.

All his former classmates and friends have been promoted to the second year of high school, and they continue to play together happily. He was held back to the first year of high school, and was secretly stared at by a group of children...

When Fang Xinghe saw him, he was lying on the table, staring at the toilet paper in a daze.

"Hey! Han Han!"

Fang Xinghe shouted softly, waking up his good brother - he was not fully awake. He looked back blankly with a dazed look in his eyes. He had no idea who this person was or why he was calling him.

"You are……"

"Come out and talk."

Fang Xinghe hooked his fingers and raised the fruit bag in his hand for the third time: "I brought some fruit to see you."

"Who are you?"

The good brother muttered to himself as he pushed his chair away and walked over in a nonchalant manner.

There was no teacher supervising the class, and the first-year high school students in the back all turned their heads and kept whispering.

It was not because they were talking about Fang Xinghe, but because Han Han was restless.

Very good, big brother is so cool wherever he goes~~~
When Han Han walked out the door, Fang Xinghe pulled down the mask a little bit, revealing his complete nose and eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes.

"I came to see you specially. Are you touched?"

"Fuck me!"

Han Han cursed and almost jumped up in fright.

Even though there were only eyebrows and eyes, how could he not recognize it?
Ever since they first met, this jerk was like a nightmare, jumping out to scare him from time to time - this time, he even jumped right to the classroom door!
"No, why are you here?!"

"Go out and talk."

Fang Xinghe put on his mask again and left through the back door.

"Does your school have any groves, rooftops, smoking corners, or other places that would be convenient for disposing of bodies?"

"Fuck! What do you want to do?"

The rebellious kid who had never fought before was frightened and looked alert: "I'm warning you, our Shanghai is different from your place. The consequences of hitting others are very, very serious!"

Look how self-aware he is.

The words used are all about hitting, not fighting.

"Okay, look at your courage."

Fang Xinghe laughed at his good brother unscrupulously and was in a very happy mood.

"I'm here to shoot a commercial. I'll be back tomorrow. I have nothing to do, so I just came to see you."

"Look at me?"

Han Han was excited again, and it was obvious that he was flattered, and his expression became a little awkward.

"Thank you, thank you... I can't believe someone like you would... um, I'm not very good at talking, so thank you anyway."

See it.

The ability of good brother to express himself without thinking is indeed very average, it has always been like this.

But he is smart and knows what the priority is now.

"Come on, I'll take you to where they smoke secretly, otherwise you'll be in big trouble if someone finds you later."

Fang Xinghe asked with a smile: "Am I also very popular in your school?"

Han Han thought about it and replied: "Not also, but more."

"Oh, thank you so much."

"No need!" Han Han rolled his eyes, very angry, "It has nothing to do with me!"

Fang Xinghe discovered that his elder brother had a very quick mind and could understand half of a sentence quickly and accurately.

That's right. In fact, racing requires very high thinking skills. Han Han's talent is unquestionable as he was able to win double championships in racing at the young age of 18.

This is a good thing, as it allows us to be more open when communicating.

The smoking corner for the students of No. 2 Middle School is behind a garden, sandwiched between several rows of big trees and the campus wall. It is very quiet.

The environment was so beautiful that it would be a bit of a spoilsight if he didn't smoke a cigarette, so Fang Xinghe took out a Hongtashan cigarette, put one in his mouth, then rushed to his good brother with the opening of the box, motioning him to take it himself.

Han Han looked embarrassed.

“I’m a sports student…”

"I am a martial artist."

Fang Xinghe's pouting expression was so sarcastic that Han Han gritted his teeth and took out a cigarette. He choked and coughed at the first puff after lighting it.

Hahaha, this dude is really funny.

The smirk on Fang Gou's face suddenly disappeared and became serious.

“How does it feel to be famous?”

"That's all. Besides, I'm not very famous."

"Which do you prefer more, focus or response?"

"..." Han Han was silent for a while, "Respond, it's too tiring."

"You can't write a long story with this mentality."

Fang Xinghe's firm tone hurt Han Han. He turned his head sharply to look back, but Fang Xinghe just leisurely blew out a smoke ring.

The dreary heat of midsummer created a thick ring around the smoke ring. The lazy evening light passed through the left half, revealing a bit of crystal reality, while the right half was still so ethereal that it seemed as if it would dissipate faster.

Just as his thoughts were diverted and he was trying to confirm whether this was really the case, he suddenly heard a clean smirk: "You need more pressure."

"Are you crazy?" Han Han couldn't understand.

"I can be, but I don't need to."

Fang Xinghe shrugged nonchalantly and threw the truth at Han Han: "You like to be the center of attention but don't like to respond. The fundamental reason is that you are not capable enough, you feel guilty and short of breath, and you are confused and lack confidence.

This little bit of pressure can make you very tired, which shows how poor your ability to withstand pressure is.

But your potential goes far beyond that.

So you can’t be really tired, that’s not enough, you have to be tired to the point of collapse, tired to the point of exploding, tired to the point of wanting to turn everything upside down, like a spring being compressed to the extreme, and then with a crazy and desperate momentum, release all the accumulated knowledge and feelings at once, only then can you possibly come up with a work that is beyond the normal level…”

Han Han's face turned blue and white, showing anger, grievance, shame, and thought.

Finally, he asked a very unprofessional but most correct question.

"Whether I can write good works or not, what does it have to do with you?"

"We are of the same year, not in age, but in the same class of imperial examinations as in ancient times."

Fang Xinghe slowly and methodically dissected his own utilitarian ideas and showed them to him.

"The first imperial examination in history, do you know?

In the examination in the second year of Jiayou in the Northern Song Dynasty, a famous general, three great writers, and nine prime ministers were all on the same list.

You and I both come from the first New Concept Writing Competition. With the media hype, this competition has acquired special significance and has become a symbolic beacon.

We are certainly not worthy of being compared with the number one list of all time, but the more talents emerge in this competition, the higher the achievements they will make in the future, the greater the influence they will create, and the more dividends each of us will be able to share.

So I am not afraid of you being awesome. I hope you are as awesome as possible. Liu Jiajun, Chen Jiayong, Ding Yan... it would be best if they could all go crazy.

Unfortunately, talent is a very subjective thing.

Having something does not mean it can be stimulated.

Just because something is inspired doesn’t mean it is inspired well.

You are a very flexible person, so I am here to put pressure on you. Otherwise, if you publish a new book after me and produce a lousy work, I will find it very boring.”

Grass!
Han Han once again felt how crazy this guy named Fang was.

He was almost about to say "I'm afraid you'll hold me back!"

But Han Han thought again and it seemed to be the case. Now Fang Xinghe was alone at the front, and all the others were completely silent.

He subconsciously explained himself: "It's not that I don't want to speak up, I just don't have anything to say for the time being. What does your quarrel have to do with me?"

Fang Xinghe looked at him with a smile: "But you swore on Dongfang.com that you would fuck me."

"Shit! I didn't! Those weren't my words!"

The 16-year-old boy's face turned red with anxiety, while the 14-year-old boy, with a cigarette in his mouth, watched him go crazy.

"You stupid reporter, not only did you lie to me, you also twisted my words beyond recognition. I just said I'm not afraid of anyone..."

“Okay, that’s the momentum!”

Fang Xinghe interrupted him immediately and didn't let him continue explaining.

"Keep your attitude. I will definitely help you clarify when I am interviewed again."

"Ai?!"

Han Han was stunned, confused by Fang Xinghe's constant teasing.

Did I misunderstand?

This super pretentious guy is actually a good person with a tough mouth and a soft heart?

Han Han's momentum faded. He felt a little guilty, annoyed, and shy. He stuttered and asked, "Then, how are you going to clarify?" Fang Xinghe replied slowly, "I will tell them that it's not you who is causing trouble unilaterally. In fact, we have already agreed to compete on the novel. The one who loses in sales will call the winner dad..."

"Grass!"

Han Han's temporarily chubby face suddenly changed color and he was so angry that his scalp was tingling.

"I'll compete with you in a fight!"

"So unconfident?"

"I……"

Han Shao almost choked to death. His pride prevented him from admitting it, but the fact was... Who dared to compete with Fang Xinghe in sales?
This awesome guy has female fans all over the country. In No. 2 Middle School alone, half of the girls are thinking about his new book every day, and it's almost certain to be a best-seller.

Li Qigang was extremely optimistic about his new book and had been fantasizing: If we get the publishing rights, the first print run will be at least 50 copies.

Han Han knew all of this, so he couldn't respond at all.

"I, I don't compete with you, I just be myself!"

Hahaha, he’s scared, he’s scared~~~
It was rare to see the big brother being cowardly, and Fang Xinghe felt it was very entertaining and it was really worth the trip.

But his purpose is not to bully others. After having enough fun, it is time to talk about business.

"I'm not kidding you. We don't have to bet, but a fight is good for both of us."

Fang Xinghe's expression became serious, and an intellectual and calm temperament came over him.

"You're not having a good time right now. I heard from Teacher Li that Uncle Han was so angry that he hit you, right?

For their generation, repeating a grade is not only a shameful thing, but also means a bleak future for the child.

If you don't accept it and want to prove yourself, you have to show results.

But you have no confidence, and being stubborn won’t solve the confusion in your heart. You can only take one step at a time.

I do want to put pressure on you, but I also sincerely hope that you can get better. As long as we stick together, we can inspire each other and cheat the pocket money of junior and senior high school girls who bought HOT posters, Xie Tingfeng tapes, and Jin Chengwu stickers... squeeze it all out. "

Han Han looked at him with disdain: "Did you just let out a word of deception?"

"No."

Fang Xinghe was not panicked at all and his expression remained motionless.

"I am the dream man of the girls. How can I cheat by earning a little pocket money from them?"

"Fuck, you're almost invincible..."

If you listen carefully, you can even hear a kind of despair in Han Han's sigh. He really thinks this guy is invincible. He is so powerful and shameless. He looks like he is 41 years old, not 14.

And he really couldn't understand: "Do you really have to spend so much time on this off-stage? Your article is so awesome..."

"You have a good father." Fang Xinghe interrupted, "I don't."

Han Han was silent for a moment.

He didn't have the face to say "My qualification for the re-examination was not due to my father".

After a moment of silence, he clumsily changed the subject: "How do we stick together?"

"I want to launch a campaign where you announce your participation in a confrontational manner and help build momentum through certain media outlets."

"plan?"

What an unfamiliar word... It's really funny to be a high school student.

But after Fang Xinghe started to explain, Han Han couldn't laugh at all and his mouth never closed.

“There are actually a few people in our class who have great potential, but for some reason, they don’t dare to take the first step. They are either waiting or holding back.

I don't like it very much.

Obviously I have no right to force them to do anything, but 99% of the problems in this world can be solved with money.

I just took an advertisement and now I have a little money. I can take out 100 million and provide a chance for all the winners of this year..."

Gudong!

Han Han swallowed hard, his expression shocked and dazed, his eyes drifting to who knows where.

"what chance?"

“Publish a book at your own expense!”

Fang Xinghe's voice echoed with a metallic clang, and there was a slight rusty taste in his throat. Han Han couldn't explain how he felt at the moment.

But Fang Xinghe hadn't finished speaking yet.

“From now on, for all the award-winning contestants, as long as they can produce a work, I will print at least 1 copies for them at my own expense and put them on the market.

I pay for the expenses, they take the royalties, I do the promotion, and the fame is theirs.

If the subsequent performance is good, naturally a publishing house will take over and reprint it, and you may make a lot of money.

If you don’t sell well, then go back and practice more.

The advantage of doing this is that when all of us come together, we can fully digest the enthusiasm for the publication of the "New Concept Composition Collection" and go a step further to maximize the expectations of readers, judges, literary and educational circles.

Mengya, Peking University, publishing houses, Xinmin Daily...all forces are willing to contribute to our development.

I gave this plan a name -

The common cry of the first New Concept Award winners, the "The Strongest Voice of the Post-80s" youth literature publishing plan..."

Han Han didn't have time to think too much, and subconsciously asked back: "What if some people can't write a long article? Do you think everyone can do it?"

"'The Strongest Voice of the Post-80s' Generation' can also be the issue number of a magazine."

Fang Xinghe looked at his good brother meaningfully and said, "Publish the long novels directly, and stuff the short stories, prose, poetry, novels and essays into the magazine. Just publish this one issue. I don't believe it won't sell."

"The money from the sale..."

"It will be divided equally according to the number of words published. If there is a loss, it will be mine, and if there is a profit, it will be shared by you."

“Reviewing…”

"I can call on Chen Danya, Wang Yali, Li Qigang and even Yu Hua."

"..."

Han Han closed his mouth with difficulty, his brain was working frantically, but unfortunately it was a mess.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with this plan. It was too beyond the scope of the plan. He just intuitively felt that it shouldn't be that simple.

In the end, he only found the most obvious irregularity.

"Why do you spend so much money?"

"What's the point? Just for some fun."

Fang Xinghe grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth. It was the first time he smiled so brightly in front of Han Han.

"What's the point of pretending to be awesome with a noob like you every day? I hope you can fully prove to the world that I'm not an idiot at all. On the contrary, I'm fucking awesome!"

Han Han finally understood something: "Then, you will prove to the world that even though we are so awesome, we are still just noobs in front of you?"

"You've finally become a little smarter~~~"

As soon as Fang Xinghe finished praising him, he saw that his good brother was about to explode, so he quickly coaxed him with another sentence.

"The opportunities are equal. I've given you the popularity and the platform. If you don't accept it, you can just take me down. Isn't it fair to let the work speak for itself?

If I don't come forward, will anyone be willing to publish your new book?"

Han Han was suddenly speechless.

Because there really isn't.

He submitted the first draft to two publishing houses without telling his father, but neither of them was willing to accept it.

After being silent for a long while, he suddenly clenched his fists.

"Okay, just wait and see who will be the one to be crushed in the end!"

Very good, the momentum is finally right.

It seems that his pressure is about to be exhausted. Fang Xinghe thought happily: Nice, I can look forward to a more agitated, angry and struggling version of "Triple Door".

As a navy leader who escaped from death, Fang Xinghe was never afraid of anyone being stronger than himself, or being overshadowed by anyone, nor was he afraid of the accusations, comparisons, ridicule and abuse from the mob.

Therefore, no matter whether it is Han Han, Ding Yan, Liu Jiajun or anyone else, if they finally come up with a masterpiece and take away his starlight, he will only be happy and ecstatic, without any anger or jealousy.

Self-confidence is a very mysterious thing. In fact, Fang Xinghe is not sure that he can grow to the height of his fantasy as he wishes, because there are too many non-material factors to fight against. Pessimism far outweighs optimism, and the higher you go, the harder it is.

But he still does not envy others' strength, nor is he afraid of his own weakness.

Is this confidence?
I'm afraid not.

Or, the appearance is, but the core is not.

What exactly is the core? Fang Xinghe couldn't summarize it clearly at the moment, and he didn't care that much.

Looking at Han Han, who was excited, solemn, and restlessly turning around in circles, he smiled to himself in his heart.

“If time stretches out, I may not be able to become the galaxy itself, but I sincerely hope that the stars that dot my side are all dazzling and magnificent.”

"Then... bloom to your heart's content, my fellow students."

“I sincerely hope that the opportunities I provide can bring glory that was never there in my previous life.”

In this way, I think it is also a blessing of the times...

　Thanks to the 10th Alliance [Green Ambassador]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)