Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

The clown was spinning in circles, feeling sad and regretful...

"Students who are interested in this essay competition can find Wang Can to sign up, and we can learn and improve together. Okay, get out of class is over, goodbye classmates."

Ye Zhiqiu walked out of the classroom with the textbook.

The sky cleared up, like a gardener watering the grass with a hose, releasing rainbows, and the sun sprinkled on the crystal water droplets, sliding down the leaves into the embrace of the earth.

Wang Can was immersed in the work that he was forced to end, and asked Mo Zhichun how to dissuade Ye Zhiqiu from letting him participate in the competition.

Whenever I feel inspired, I just write it down in the notebook in my pocket. I have changed quite a few notebooks over the years.

But many words, which apply to oneself, may not necessarily apply to this society and others. Self-restraint under the rules can only be a person's secret.

And I have a problem, I like to challenge the rules. You tell me how to do it, but I have to try another way. Every time I write an essay for an exam, the test paper is full of positive energy, but after the exam, it feels like the soul has been drained of nutrients, and the notebook is filled with unspeakable sadness and resentment, a broken soul. At the age of having nothing, we often have an unmatched savior's heart.

"Aren't you good at writing? Try writing. Study it when you have time. Practice more. It wouldn't be bad to win an award."

Mo Zhichun held up the thermos cup, blew air into it, and took a sip of Keemun black tea. He felt so comfortable.

“With those essay templates and the accumulated materials from before, I could only get 55 points. It’s far behind people like you who write like gods.” Wang Can didn’t feel that he was being Versailles at all. With the basic routine, the correct idea and the good handwriting, his score would not be low.

"Do you sometimes feel tired when writing essays, especially when you can only write about the good aspects and brush aside the bad aspects, as if the world is full of sunshine. This kind of hypocrisy makes you feel powerless."

Mo Zhichun pulled a stool over and sat in front of Wang Can's desk, chatting with Wang Can.

"I am like this. I feel powerless about many things. This world is so different from what I imagined. I also believe that love and kindness exist somewhere in the world, but most people cannot have them."

Xing Shuyuan obviously heard the conversation between the two and joined in the conversation.

"You can't deny that our generation is much luckier. We had fairy tales and cartoons when we were young, and big movies when we grew up. They accompanied and guided us in our early years, and to some extent shaped our initial worldview. When I was a child, I always had a heroic dream and wanted to have super powers, and I still do now.

You are writing an essay now, which is also a kind of guidance. The essence of education is character development. You have to believe that there are still beautiful things in this world, but don't deny the existence of the opposite things.

We in the ivory tower have only touched the tip of the iceberg of the adult world, but we have already thought of the way out. And those who have experienced the polishing of time, some people are passionate and have a pure heart all their lives; some choose to compromise and accept all the gifts of fate; some do not succumb to fate, and may see a glimmer of life after being covered in scars... These are all personal choices.

In my opinion, I have that ability. Instead of struggling, why not use words to warm some people? What if one of your words becomes someone else's moon? It's not bad to be a cactus rooted in the desert instead of being the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Of course, the above is purely my personal opinion. The most intuitive point of view is that there is a bonus for winning the prize, and you can use the money to buy something for your parents and elders, isn’t it nice? This is the money you earn yourself. "

Mo Zhichun spoke frankly, everyone has their own way of living and he couldn't help so many people, but if given the chance, he still hoped that the people around him would have a kind heart.

"Anyway, think about it carefully. If you don't want to write it, just tell Teacher Ye and he won't make it difficult for you."

After saying that, he dragged the stool back to his seat.

Xing Shuyuan suddenly understood his mother's nagging when she was writing novels. Whenever a reader urged her to update, or a fan urged her to publish a new book on a certain Big Eyed Boy, Xing Shuyuan felt that they were too nosy, but his mother always said that they were family members she had never met. In the countless times when she used the phrase "sunk cost" to brush off those silent years, it was a kind of luck to have someone accompany you through it.

After going around in circles for most of their lives, they were able to meet halfway, stop and go in the middle, and each of them rushed to their own field. In the end, the people who stayed by their side were still the same people who were there at the beginning. Isn't this a two-way rush?

It is good to do things with a clear conscience, abide by laws and regulations, and stand in the sun with an open mind. It is also good to open a bookstore and watch the absurdity of the world in the torrent of time. Even if you move bricks at a construction site, do not steal or rob, and make money with your own ability, it can be regarded as a victory of education.

It gives most people more possibilities to choose a bland and happy life, and this blandness constitutes a peaceful and harmonious social environment. The years are peaceful, but some people are carrying the burden forward.

After twelve days of campus life, I finally got a one-day and one-night vacation.

"Gu Ye, have you contacted the Goudai headquarters?" Mo Zhichun was sitting at the computer desk playing Sudoku and asked Gu Ye, who was sitting on the sofa nearby and was inseparable from the game.

"After I went to look for Xing Shuyuan last time, I couldn't get in touch with him. If Brother Pei doesn't destroy the plane, we shouldn't be able to escape."

"Ding... Ding Ding Ding...Gu Ye connected successfully." A dark green control panel appeared in front of Mo Zhichun's eyes, with white fonts floating on it.

"Due to the awakening of the plane consciousness, this plane is on the verge of collapse. The system can only conduct temporary sessions through remote communication. Please complete the task as soon as possible and leave this plane. If you sense danger, please put yourself first and leave the plane first. - February 13, 2017 AD"

……

Gu Ye and Mo Zhichun looked at each other in silence.

"It lost contact on February 13th. So the one communicating with you afterwards was Lin Yan's system?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Her system flew towards me when it saw me, and kept saying that it wanted to bind itself to me for good luck. I was stupidly electrocuted by the bad luck and turned into a black chicken. Could it be that the main system made a wrong assessment?" Gu Ye took off his headphones and couldn't get into the game at all.

"It's possible. Just because you all are so stingy and don't even have the novice gift package, your evaluation method may not be scientific. If it doesn't work, let's run away quickly. Saving our lives is the most important thing." Mo Zhichun winked at Gu Ye and pointed at his ear without saying anything.

"That's right. I heard that the treatment in their system is very good, with big shopping malls and endless free sunflower seeds. I want to be a wild general. Look at our General Administration..."

Gu Ye talked about whatever system functions were described in ordinary novels and disparaged the Gou Dai System Administration as worthless.