Generation Z Artists

Chapter 67: The Damn Nuclear Bomb [Update]

At 1999:9 a.m. on September 20, 8, Fang Xinghe, a literary madman, a cold-blooded butcher, and a madman of the times, dropped a nuclear bomb on the middle school community, publicly slaughtering all his peers.

Within an hour after the collection of essays was released, the phones of Mengya Magazine and Writers Publishing House were flooded with calls.

“How could you publish such an article?”

"So irresponsible!"

"It's full of foul language, vulgar and barbaric. How did you review it?"

"Give me Fang Xinghe's contact information immediately. I must criticize him personally!"

"CNM, give me your money back! How dare you show my child an essay like this?!"

The operator was overwhelmed and couldn't cope with it at all.

As soon as I pick up the microphone, I get scolded and can't say a word within two minutes. How can I bear it?
The longer the time goes, the more dire the situation becomes.

"The Damn Nuclear Bomb" suddenly exploded in this originally peaceful and slow era. The people who looked up with great interest were caught off guard and were blinded by the strong light. They were then roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside by the heat radiation. Finally, they were swept away by the shock wave and turned into carbon ash with a devastating attitude.

Too many people don’t understand… no, no one understands at all.

Xie Jingyuan blocked Han Han at the door of Class 10 of Grade and wailed crazily: "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What right does he have? Is he crazy? Why is he biting like a psychopath?"

Magdeburg was even more excited, and the pimples on his face were about to burst.

"He also wrote about the wounds that were bitten. Damn it, the biggest wound in my heart was caused by him! Who is he calling a wimp? Who is the fucking wimp?!"

"You're not a wimp." Lu Le sighed and added, "You just particularly like to please that troublesome woman..."

"Fuck you! Shut up! I'm really mad now!"

Han Han was silent for a while, letting his friends vent, and finally asked out of the blue: "Is he handsome?"

"Awesome!"

The guys answered subconsciously, and only felt embarrassed after they spoke.

"Well, the temperament is awesome, but it's really crazy. Wasn't the previous "Knowing but Not Obedient" quite warm?"

"Yeah, I felt like I was stabbed by something..."

"Old Han, you are familiar with Fang Xinghe, what do you think is going on with him?"

Han Han thought to himself, if you guys ask me, who should I ask?

But the pent-up emotions in his heart also needed a channel to express, so he talked about the speculations that he had kept in his heart for a long time.

“I suspect that when he wrote Youth, he might have just had a fight with someone and was extremely angry. He was dissatisfied with everything and thought everyone was trash. So the article he wrote was totally offensive and had no warmth at all.

By the time he went to participate in the rematch and wrote "Knowing but Not Following", he had already secured his position as the leader of No. 3 Middle School. He had finally calmed down, and his writing showed more tolerance and warmth.

This guy is like a psychopath, you don’t know, when he gets crazy he doesn’t even spare himself…”

"Damn! That makes sense!"

The friends were all stunned. They followed this line of thought and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was the case.

"Yes, yes, when I was writing "Youth", I was definitely held back by the Thirteen Eagles!"

"If you think about it carefully, he can only be that kind of person."

"Anyway, no one scolded me. I'm a real man."

"I do feel a little uncomfortable, but it's nothing, it's really okay, I'm fine, as long as he feels better... Shit! Give me the knife!"

Han Han stood by with a sympathetic heart, feeling the pain of his brothers.

You just read one of the novels called "Youth". I actually finished reading "Youth" and "Sex" in one go. I held back my tears and went home. I almost cried and split my legs in the middle of the night...

Who knows?
No one could understand that kind of pain, but seeing that his brothers were all greatly stimulated, his mood suddenly improved.

Fang Xinghe is a piece of trash who is neither optimistic nor angry. What does it have to do with me, Young Master Han?

"Han Han!"

Suddenly two girls squeezed over, one was very pretty, the other super pretty. Han Han recognized them immediately. They were the most beautiful girls in the freshman class.

"what's up?"

Han Shao shook his hair nonchalantly and put his right elbow on Lu Le's shoulder. This posture made him look particularly tall and handsome.

"I do have something I would like to ask you for help with."

Jihua spoke cautiously, with a shy plea on her face.

"Do you know Fang Xinghe? Could you please give me a mailing address? I want to be a pen pal with him..."

"..."

The cool look on the good brother's face suddenly disappeared, he turned around and walked back to the classroom: "Sorry, we are not familiar with each other."

I am not familiar with the man named Fang, and even less familiar with you!
……

Wan Baoer rushed into the house like a gust of wind, left a sentence "Mom, I don't want to eat lunch", and then disappeared into the bedroom.

Mother Wan's face was filled with confusion. She looked upstairs, then at the plate of food in her hand, and finally turned to look at her husband who was sitting on the sofa.

"What's wrong with her?"

"The New Concept Composition Collection is on sale." Father Wan stood up slowly and walked towards the restaurant. "Let's eat. It seems that she has a lot to talk about with the sisters."

Yes, Wan Baoer was so excited that she turned on the computer immediately.

He logged into QQ, then logged into Biliao, and rushed into their voice chat room. Fang Hua looked normal.

Someone was talking in a crazy way on the microphone: "Wow wow wow wow wow wow! How can Fang Xinghe be so handsome? Girls, I am the person who hates reading the most, but today's "Youth" really almost broke me! I want to worship him, I want to call him the God King, I want to pray for a whipping in front of his large photo... I really love him so much!"

What the hell!

How come you're crazier than me?!
Wan Bao'er was stunned for a moment, even suspecting that she had come to the wrong place, and then she took another closer look... Well, she was indeed too hasty and made a mistake, it was not Fang Hua's real face, but a TM mental concentration camp, in love with the galaxy.

The chat on the screen exploded, and many people were shocked, the kind of shock that had their worldviews greatly impacted.

But there are also many people who seem to have opened the door to a new world and start to imagine all kinds of things.

"It's different for me. I feel unwell all over. I feel very uncomfortable. I haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"I understand you, sister. It's really shocking."

"It was as if he stripped me naked and stepped on me. Then he didn't touch me. He just looked at me coldly and smiled disdainfully. It was as if... I don't know how to describe it."

"As if to say: Are you worthy of liking me?"

"Oh, right, right! It's so right! It really feels like that. This person is simply a pervert. He doesn't need our love at all, and doesn't care whether we like him or not. He can be happy and you can cry. It has nothing to do with each other!"

When Wan Baoer saw this, she felt even more uncomfortable.

She typed hurriedly: "But don't you think his words are particularly powerful?"

"It is very powerful, but what he is doing now is showing off this power instead of sharing it with us."

"It's a very apt description. I don't understand why he wrote such an article."

Wan Baoer continued typing: "Then why did he write "Growing Up"? As a writer, don't you just write about your mood? Can you please not make it too big of a deal?"

"I don't accept that explanation."

"Compared to 'Growing Up', he is more like a psychopath."

"He's right! When you're young and ignorant, you really shouldn't try to please anyone, so I listened to him and checked out."

"Yes, let's go. We really shouldn't continue to invest our feelings in him. This is disrespectful to us. It's ridiculous."

Wan Baoer's fingers were shaking with anxiety, and she tried to explain: "Can you guys stop being so sensitive? Fang Xinghe is really very polite and warm. The article is not deliberately targeting anyone. He is upset and angry, so he wrote an article to vent. What's wrong with that?!"

Many people agreed with her, but the few people who had spoken before did not respond anymore and they left the room.

Wan Baoer suddenly felt a sour nose and a sense of grievance welled up in her heart. She didn't understand why it was just an article, but suddenly it became like this?

When the Jeanswest advertisement was launched a few days ago, everyone was excited and looking forward to it.

Why? !
……

Jilin University Affiliated High School, Literature Society.

"I disagree! What kind of literary work is "Youth"? It's just a meaningless emotional outburst!"

Vice President Lin Jingyu slammed the table and stood up, refuting Huang Jinghe's proposal to include "Youth" in the school magazine's key review topics at the top of his voice.

Another core member, Liu Momo, immediately agreed: "Yes, I have never read an essay with such a terrible aesthetic. 'Growing Up' is still of some standard, but what on earth is 'Youth'? It's like a shrew scolding someone in the street!"

Huang Jinghe tried to explain: "The profound ideological, social and collectivist nature of the article "Youth" almost opened up a precedent for youth writing. I can understand that you think it lacks aesthetic value, but Fang Xinghe is not incapable of writing works with artistic and aesthetic value. Isn't "Growing Up" very meaningful?

The subtraction he made in the article "Youth" was precisely to serve the core idea. I think he cruelly but truthfully wrote about the essence of adolescent pains and revealed to us a bloody fact, that is, weakness and blind obedience are the biggest enemies of youth.

Publishing such works in newspapers and analyzing them is very meaningful to students..."

Vice President Ao Yang immediately retorted: "The core concept of Marxist literary theory cannot be abused like this! Group nature? How exactly does Youth reflect the living conditions and spiritual demands of a specific group? Is it reflected in the fact that he is high above all his peers and proudly declares that 'all but me are idiots'? If all of us are a specific group, then what is he? The only innocent and the only right God King?!"

"I agree. He has isolated himself from the masses and placed himself high above them. This is not community spirit. This is the ravings of an arrogant madman!"

If you hadn't experienced their debate in person, no one would have imagined that they were a group of high school sophomores born in 99.

But the fact is that in this age when literature is still popular, there is a group of students in top high schools and top universities who can quote from classics and speak eloquently.

"Jinghe, I know you are a fan of Fang Xinghe, but he really went too far this time. I will never allow such an article to appear in the school newspaper!"

Huang Jinghe felt aggrieved: "What does the quality of Youth have to do with whether I am a fan of Fang Xinghe?"

"You know whether it matters or not. Among the dozen members of the club, how many of them support Youth?"

"No need to talk so much, just vote!"

Huang Jinghe's arguments did not have any effect. Led by Lin Jingyu, everyone raised their hands to vote, and the result was a tragic 13:2.

The moment the results came out, her eyes were red.

After the meeting, her only supporter quietly reminded her: "Do you have to mention Fang Xinghe every day? Master Lin will be mad."

Huang Jinghe wiped his face vigorously and raised his head stubbornly: "Not only will I support him, I will continue to support him! What the hell is Mr. Lin, what qualifications does he have to look down on Fang Xinghe? Just wait and see, and see who can leave a deep mark on the era!"

……

Ding Yan's little head was buzzing until school was over at noon.

So, this is how he sees ordinary people like us...

He opened the door listlessly and was absent-minded while eating.

"What's wrong, dear?"

Her mother noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her about it with concern.

"nothing."

Ding Yan's eyes swept from the food in front of her, wandered back and forth in the small living room, and paused for a moment on the clock face on the wall. She suddenly realized: Oh, it's already 12:15. Normally, she would have finished her meal and returned to the bedroom to review her lessons.

The parents looked at each other quietly, and finally, the mother couldn't help but speak again.

"Dear girl, just do whatever you want to do. Don't take it so seriously. Mom and Dad will always have your back."

Ding Yan felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart, and she asked incoherently: "Growing up, I have never had the thought of proving myself to anyone. It's so boring. But if one day I suddenly have the thought, I'm not sure if it makes sense to do so..."

"Do it!"

Without letting her finish expressing her confusion, her father immediately gave her support.

"As long as it's not a bad thing, just do it when you think of it. Don't worry about the results or the meaning. Just give it a try."

"Yeah, go try it!"

My mother agreed, and then asked curiously, "Is it the publishing plan?"

"Ah."

Ding Yan nodded slightly and said with a pursed mouth: "I was very dissatisfied with being scolded by Fang Xinghe, and suddenly I wanted to write something."

The mother became interested and held out her hand: "So exaggerated? Come, let me take a look."

"it is good."

Ding Yan handed the book over, and then she saw her parents fidgeting like never before in their lives.

"Hiss...ha!"

Hissing may mean spicy, and haha may mean hot, I'm not sure. Anyway, the two middle-aged men hissed and laughed for nearly 20 minutes, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Middle-aged corpse, middle-aged puppet, middle-aged clown... Fang Xinghe's curses were not dirty at all, but they were too harsh.

The less stubborn middle-aged people are sweating profusely, and the stubborn and domineering middle-aged people are cursing. This is the normal situation happening in China at this moment.

Ding Yan saw that her parents didn't say anything for a long time after reading the article, so she took the initiative to ask: "Mom and Dad, how do you think we should evaluate this article?"

"Um...this..."

The unprofessional parents hesitated, as if they had thousands of words in their hearts, but once they came to their mouths, their tongues stung and hurt.

How to evaluate?

I want to say "F*ck", I wonder if that's okay?

……

"It's not that we can't make an evaluation, but it's very difficult to make an objective evaluation."

The Signal trio, who had reunited, plus Moyan and Wang Yali who had taken the time to urge their death, were drinking at Shi Tiesheng's house.

Peanuts, smashed cucumbers, and a smoked sauce platter of pork head, pork ears, and pork belly. Originally, they were talking about the review of "The Voice of Post-80s", but the conversation turned to Fang Xinghe's "Youth".

Yu Hua hits the nail on the head: "Starting from the phenomenon of pleasing, the logic is impeccable."

Liu Zhenyun said slyly: "It's good enough. I haven't seen such a good one under the age of 20."

Mo Yan is concise: "His creative independence is very rare."

Shi Tiesheng doesn't care about anything: "He scolds with great pleasure, although he is a little harsh on his peers, but I especially like his criticism and anger towards middle-aged people, parents, and those who try to please the wrong people."

Wang Yali, who was taking notes at the side, glanced at Liu Zhenyun and scolded him with a smile: "I know what can be posted and what cannot be posted. Just chat openly among ourselves."

Liu Zhenyun was not embarrassed, but he was indeed more sincere.

"Youth is a typical Fang style of language. In comparison, Growing Up, which is more imaginative and emotional, does not seem like his work. From an emotional perspective, Youth is obviously more exciting. He deliberately lowered the threshold of writing, just to curse to his heart's content. This ferocity and madness is unique in today's literary world."

Yu Hua continued to emphasize: "The idea is fine, the logic is fine, the ending has some problems, but not big."

"Not even big yet?" Shi Tiesheng laughed. "New Concept is still a fart, he's almost overturned the plate!"

"That's not the case. With Budding and fourteen colleges, isn't this enough pressure to bear?"

“It’s hard to say.”

Wang Yali suddenly interrupted and started laughing as they were chatting.

"Before I came out, the agency's phone was bombarded with calls, all from people complaining. Even though we had expected it, the anger was too fierce. He had offended more than just one or two groups of people..."

Indeed, Fang Xinghe himself felt it as well.

On the starlight panel, floating powder fell down madly, never so fast before.

Theoretically, the collection of essays could sell a maximum of 25 copies today, but in just one morning, he had lost more than 50 floating fans.

How many students and parents lost their favorable impression of "Youth" after watching it?
It was difficult to count for the time being, he only knew that the storm had just begun.

(End of this chapter)