Generation Z Artists

Chapter 91: The Day of Conferred God
Songjiang No. 10 Middle School, Class , Grade .

Two rows in front of Han Han, a girl suddenly burst into tears at her desk.

She was not alone. At this moment, the classroom was filled with sobs.

Han Han tilted his head, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at the scene with a sense of loss, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Jealousy?
There are some.

Confused?
Maybe more.

He couldn't deceive himself and said that he didn't envy such articles, that he could also write them, and that he was much better than Fang Xinghe.

Being tough in front of the media is necessary for publicity.

If you are stubborn in front of yourself, you are hopeless.

But he still couldn't help thinking: After today, am I still worthy of being Fang Xinghe's opponent? If the answer is no, where should I send this pride that has nowhere to go?

Morning self-study and the first class in the morning passed by quickly in a daze.

Someone in the classroom was quietly wiping away tears again. Not everyone bought the magazine, but after reading Fang Xinghe's article "Sex", everyone would silently push the magazine to the students who didn't buy it.

"Take a look, it's worth a look..."

Their reasons for recommendation are so simple, but in that unspeakable low pressure created by everyone, simplicity is the most real reflection.

The second class was Chinese. When Teacher Zhou strode into the room, he had a lesson plan and a magazine in his hand.

"In today's class, let's talk about composition."

She put the magazine on the podium and turned to write on the blackboard.

That is a line of beautiful words - writing expresses one's aspirations and literature carries the truth.

"Have you read Fang Xinghe's new article?" She pushed her glasses and spoke gently.

"Look!"

"Um……"

The boys were excited and the girls were choking with sobs. Out of the more than 60 people in the class, only a single digit were left who had not yet seen the show.

"Actually, today's discussion can't be considered a complete essay. The article 'Violence' is simply too complex for you. It's neither worth learning nor worth imitating."

Teacher Zhou suddenly raised his voice: "However, it has great appreciation value, has extremely high thinking value, and has a great power that is just right for you to experience at your current stage. Read it twice and think carefully. It will definitely become the most important wealth in your life. You should be grateful that at this age, you can see Fang Xinghe and his articles in such a literary desert..."

This was the most flattering word she had ever spoken. Zhou Fanghua was a strict Shanghai woman, proud, sophisticated, and responsible. She often stared at her students with a scrutinizing gaze until they could no longer bear it, and then she would slowly point out a shortcoming that might only be insignificant.

This was the first time she praised a student like this.

Even though that wasn't her student.

The usually confident and xenophobic students from Shanghai listened to these words very seriously, without any dissatisfaction. Some girls even showed a proud expression of "being proud of it" on their faces.

Anyone who can finish reading the entire text of "Sex" cannot be semi-illiterate, and as long as he is not semi-illiterate, no matter how much he understands, he will inevitably be shocked to varying degrees.

Although this is an era where people are ashamed to talk about sex, sex and "sex" are different. Fang Xinghe's articles do not make people feel the slightest bit vulgar, so Zhou Fanghua would rather use "violence" to refer to it and would not hesitate to talk about it in class.

this means……

Its literary and artistic qualities have been recognized to the greatest extent.

"Come on, I'll call on a few students and ask them to share their thoughts on the article 'Violence'. Liu Hao, your last essay was ranked last in the class, so you're the first to speak."

"Uh...ah..." Liu Hao blushed and stammered, "It's amazing, very shocking. Uh, there are very few articles that I can read in one breath. Uh, I feel, I feel... Fang Xinghe is so awesome!"

The poor students are ignorant and only know how to be strong but don’t know where their strengths lie.

"sit down."

Zhou Fanghua shook her head, but did not embarrass him any further.

"Chen Xiaoyun, come here."

The fair-faced boy pushed up his glasses and started talking.

"Fang Xinghe's 'Sex' is a semi-memoir, a powerful piece that deconstructs the selfishness of human nature caused by liberalism. His observation of life is extremely sharp. He is able to separate the three major elements of sex, violence, and lies from the dark side of human nature and then reassemble them together, as if toying with... well, he is not toying with us, but with a kind of ideology, compressing very macro and difficult things into words that even middle school students can understand. It is very powerful. I don't think it can be described as an essay. It is a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation. As you said, it has no learning value, but I will definitely chew on it again and again. I am afraid that no one else will write an article like this from the perspective of a middle school student. I am sincerely shocked and happy to be able to see the profound thinking of my peers about the world at this age..."

The top student looks up to me and sees the galaxy as a towering green mountain. I am at the foot of the mountain. It is far away to see it and even more difficult to walk to it.

"very good."

Teacher Zhou nodded with satisfaction and gave a reminder.

"Next time you watch it, pay attention to Fang Xinghe's values. They may seem contradictory at first glance, but if you look closely, you will often gain something."

"Next, who wants to take the initiative?"

"I!"

The class's arts committee member stood up on her own initiative. Her eyes were swollen like peaches and her voice was a little hoarse.

"What I have come to appreciate is Fang Xinghe's bravery and his extreme mental resilience. This article reflects his true perspective, and what happened is also the eternal pain in his heart.

He cut himself open, covered in blood, but did not cry out in pain. People who saw it felt sorry for him, but he just said: It's nothing, it didn't hurt as much as that winter.

I don't understand what kind of strength allowed him to face his tragic childhood and write such a classic in such a, um, such an aggressive way.

But I know he is in pain. It must be much more painful than I imagined, many times more.

He concluded by writing: I finally know what will make me happy - getting rid of all the garbage and waste.

But can he eliminate all the garbage and waste?

No, he couldn't, no one could do it.

With his intelligence, he couldn't have failed to think of this, but he still ended with this sentence. So I think what he really wanted to express was - I will never have true happiness again, never.

This world is so dirty, and what he sees is the filth and darkness hidden behind the bright and beautiful appearance.

He said he longed for love, which was essentially a desire for salvation.

He said he had partially saved himself, but added a word: as if.

Obviously, he knew that this kind of salvation was illusory and incomplete. He had done everything he could, and the rest was beyond human control. He could only place his hope on the future, on the woman who might be able to bring him absolute love.

The most profound background of this article is Fang Xinghe’s cry of pain and despair. He is highly consistent with the image shown in articles such as "Youth". He is a pessimist who is too smart and even has a strong tendency to self-destruct..."

When the little girl finished her story, she choked up again.

People who are particularly sensitive to words felt the same way after reading the article "Sex" and were so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.

"good, very good!"

Zhou Fanghua lowered her voice to the softest level and encouraged her tenderly.

"Don't worry about Fang Xinghe. You can see that he is really a super smart and super strong boy. He has survived such a difficult situation. Nothing in the future will be able to truly destroy him.

And if you carefully consider his choice of words, you can feel that he actually believes very much in the power of love.

This means that no matter how much darkness is revealed, his heart always yearns for light.

When teachers Yining and Wang Meng evaluated him, they both used the word: full of vitality.

Can't they see the darkness of the article "Violence"?
No, it's just that they saw more, saw the positive strength beneath Fang Xinghe's extreme appearance. Then recall the ending paragraph of "Small Town Test-taker", can anyone recite it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many students began to flip through their notebooks.

This is also a characteristic of the times. Students of this era, when they find good poems, essays, or lyrics, will copy them down in notebooks and savor them over and over again.

Wang Xinrui didn't even look at the notebook, she recited it on the spot.

"Everyone's ultimate mission is to find themselves and then be sincerely true to themselves. We don't have to flee this homeland, but we need to hit the road, see different scenery, and use the broader world to cleanse our souls, from hating everything to loving everything, from disdaining everything to respecting everything, and finally happily discovering that this world is not what I imagined when I was young, but I still love it." "Yes, very good!"

Teacher Zhou clapped his hands in satisfaction, and then continued to analyze along the same line of thought.

"You see, he knows that he is in the stage of hating everything, and then he also consciously transforms to loving everything. This process is completely sincere to himself. This is Fang Xinghe's true emotional core - seeing the darkness, but turning his heart to the light.

What you should do most is to learn this spirit from him.

This is a very strong and healthy value. We middle school students, the flowers and future of our country, must learn to master this spiritual power..."

People who are good at thinking can get a glimpse of Fang Xinghe’s true appearance between the lines. He seems neither human nor inhuman, and they either respect or fear him.

Zhou Fanghua is such a person.

At the end of the questioning, she called Han Han up.

"Han Han, you are Fang Xinghe's direct competitor, yet we also have a close friendship. How do you interpret this article?"

"No sympathy, thank you."

Han Han blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, raised his chin in a cocky manner, and replied concisely: "Is he definitely right? Or, if he is right about this issue, will he still be right next time? I'm not sure. I... I may not win, but I won't give up challenging him."

Amid the angry, disdainful, and contemptuous gazes of all the girls in the class, Han Han knew that his luck with girls was over.

But he did not regret it. At this moment, nothing was more important than staying angry.

……

Zhou Fanghua disrupted the exam preparation process and temporarily inserted an appreciation class, talking incessantly about the break time.

When the students of Class 10 gathered in the playground, it was not surprising to find that many students were discussing the article.

After all, the Magic City is different. They don’t understand Fang Xinghe’s wildness, and perhaps they disdain Fang Xinghe’s criticism of freedom, but they have always been at the forefront of trends, and now, Fang Xinghe is the trend.

The first-day sales of 55 copies set off a boom in this ordinary autumn.

At this moment, if each of the strongest voices of the post-80s generation is marked with a red dot, then the big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen will be a large red area, followed by the big cities in the three northeastern provinces, and then down, there are red spots in the second-tier cities, all the way down to the scattered red spots in the towns and villages.

From a sales perspective alone, "Sex" seems to have still not been able to penetrate into the rural market and achieve full coverage.

But from the perspective of communication, as long as a middle school has a copy of The Voice, then this sword will surely cut through all the young people who are interested in words.

"Holy crap! Come check it out! Master Fang's article is amazing!"

It is no exaggeration to describe it as sweeping across the country.

In fact, many young boys and girls have not yet reached the maturity to understand "Sex", but the title of this article is too tempting - sex, violence, and lies, who wouldn't be curious?
Once people borrow it to read, about half of them will read the entire text.

In fact, this article is really not suitable for teenagers under the age of 18. Even though Fang Xinghe has used the most plain and simple language, it still has a very high threshold for understanding.

——No one can expect the children born in 99 to have a deep understanding of freedom and the rampant irresponsible liberalism.

However, truly awesome articles carry a kind of power of their own. They may not understand it, but they should cry and feel happy.

This resulted in an unprecedented and difficult-to-replicate result—Fang Xinghe and his articles swept through all other topics, arrogantly occupied the chat time of middle school students, and impacted their minds extremely wildly.

The famous quotes in the article instantly became the catchphrases of many people.

Even the sentence "People should live with dignity" is so common and does not conform to any elements of communication studies. However, the middle school boys shout it loudly and keep it on their lips at all times and in all occasions.

The friends who got the chance to appear also became popular. The slutty ones got rich, the pure slutty ones grabbed the crotch, and the thirteenth sister must be very beautiful...

Everyone is talked about with relish.

The consequences of this are disastrous - middle school boys already love to grab their opponent's crotch when playing around, and now the situation is even more out of control. They can grab the front and the back, and their crotch is in danger.

Another disaster happened nearby. That evening, Baofu limped to the door.

The crying comes before the person arrives.

"elder brother!"

Fang Xinghe knew what was going on without having to guess, and felt a little guilty.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"You're really my living father!" Baofu was filled with grief and indignation, raising his swollen, red face to show him, "Do you have to include me when you write your essay? Huh? I've toiled for so many years, even if I haven't done anything, I've worked hard. But when good things happen, you don't even think of me, and you blame me for watching movies... I was beaten up by a tricycle at home!"

In order to comfort him, Fang Xinghe decisively pushed open the door of the small bedroom and motioned him to look inside.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. He got spanked four times by his dad for grabbing his crotch. Two belts were broken. He still had to be supported by someone..."

When Bao Fu saw Dang Tao groaning miserably, his mood suddenly improved and his legs didn't hurt so much anymore. He turned over with a grin and slapped Dang Tao on the butt.

"Ouch, what's wrong, brother?"

He let out a cry and started cursing, but he refused to mention the beating.

Bao Fu then realized that there were four beauties and two little eagles gathered in the small bedroom, having a tea party.

"Huh? Why are you all here?"

Lu Tingting: "My mother suspected that I was in a premature relationship..."

Redundant: "My stepfather suspected that I was conspiring with my eldest brother to trap him..."

Zhang Qi: "My dad kicked me twice and asked me if I had done anything bad hanging out with you two every day..."

Senior Da Lei: "My sister kept asking me if I was the senior who almost slept with Fang Fang..."

Bao Fu was stunned when he heard this. What the hell, the Victims Alliance?!
A group of friends all looked at Fang Xinghe.

Brother Fang remained calm, stroking his chin and nodding. "Today is the first day of the launch, and parents already know about it. This shows how widely this article has spread. Congratulations! Thirteen Eagles has become famous nationwide!"

Yes, the Thirteen Eagles of Nong'an No. 3 Middle School are well-known and can be regarded as the strongest study group of middle school students.

But the point is not this. The point is that a mere 55 copies of the magazine not only swept the middle school community on the first day, but also widely spread to the parent community. What does this mean?
This means a headache hell is about to come for parents.

Sex and sexual needs have never been placed on the desks of teenagers in China with such a wide dissemination effect. Fang Xinghe personally opened the Pandora's box and forced all parents to face it in a very legitimate, literary and artistic form.

How do you explain that to a teenager?

How can I supervise them to prevent them from watching movies secretly?

How to soothe their impatience for sexual release?

How can I help her establish a correct view of love and persuade her to stop drooling over Fang Xinghe's photos?
There are so many things, all heartbreaking.

However, this is only the impact on middle school students.

In the literary world, the media world, and all walks of life, all topics related to "liberalism" are quietly climbing the "hot list".

Today is just the first day.

The first day was the day when Fang Xinghe was deified.

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PS: Thank you all for your hard work and support. I won the title of the daily champion in monthly tickets. That’s awesome.

I am awesome, and you guys are awesome too.

Special thanks to the guys who gave tips, it was so grand.

The length is limited, so in order not to take up the paid word count, I can only mention the leader.

The King, Yi Cheng, Jia Le brother, Yi Ming, Sheng Ye Qing Cheng, and Ji Eun, gave flowers to the six new cuties.

I bow to all the masters who voted and rewarded!

(End of this chapter)