A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 247 The meaning of literature lies in inheritance! Words can also change the world! Personal charm begins to show from this moment

Two years of English master's degree, a lifelong love for England.

In fact, in today's society, opinions on studying abroad have long been mixed.

In the 1990s, if someone in college proposed to study abroad, the first reaction of the people around them would be surprise and extreme envy:

"That's amazing. You can actually get a visa for a foreign country?"

“Success is just around the corner”

In the 21st century, if a classmate proposes to study abroad, everyone's first reaction is still envy:

"America or Germany? I heard it's hard to graduate from Germany. You better be careful!"

"But this is the first step in opening your eyes to the world. Congratulations."

Reform and opening up, after three decades of rapid economic development.

Whenever the words "study abroad" or "international students" appear in universities, everyone's first reaction is no longer to say how outstanding or capable the person is. When most students mention overseas students who have returned to China, their first impression is:

"Damn, your dad is really rich."

It is undeniable that since the last century, the early students who were able to immigrate and study abroad were indeed the elite class of society at that time, and were at the top of society.

This group of people are truly worthy of the word "talent", so they deserve to be praised and envied by their classmates.

But after the reform and opening up, people's yearning for foreign countries, flattery and worship of foreign things have diminished.

Everyone knows that——

The moon abroad is not really rounder than the one at home.

It is precisely because we have seen too many reports in recent years that our envy of foreign countries has gradually diminished a lot.

In the past, when I mentioned my experience of studying abroad, I would brag about it to the opposite sex, showing off my unique personal charm and experience that far exceeded that of my peers, and then I could take the girl to the hotel to escape like crazy.
but now.
Sir, times have changed!
"I hate people who pretend to be cool." Jiang Hai did not hide his disgust for this superior guy who studied abroad. He raised his head and looked at the two of them. "This is China. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Mixing Chinese and English will not make girls think you are experienced, it will only make them think you are pretending."

After Jiang Hai finished speaking, he started walking towards the office of the president of the literature club.

"Who are you?" The man with the American-style bangs on his front continued to shout at the back, as if he was quite unconvinced, "I'm talking to the members of our literature club. Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to come and point fingers at us?"

"What are you barking at?"

"I am the butterfly flying against the wind." Jiang Hai stopped, turned around, and gave him a confident smile. "The butterfly flying against the wind"

As one of the most popular clubs in the school, the Literature Club is one of the most prestigious clubs in Chenghai Drama Academy.

The club is recruiting new members.

Other club leaders usually ask new members who come to apply for a job:
"Why do you want to join our club?"

At this time, the new members who came to apply for the job would stare at the person in front of them with an idiotic look:

"Didn't you ask me to come?"

"Yesterday you were in our dormitory, begging me to come to the club interview. Have you forgotten so quickly?"

But if the literary club is recruiting new members, they will face the same problem:
"Why do you want to join our club?"

At this time, the new members will sit up straight and look at the interviewer with a very pious look:

"First of all, I love literature very much. I have a natural love and yearning for literature. When I was young, my dream was to become a writer. My ideal was to embark on the path of literature. Now I am sticking to my ideal!"

"Secondly, I think I have a certain talent and accomplishment in literature. When I was in primary school, I wrote an essay that won a county-level special award. The title of the essay was "My Father, the District Chief". Although I haven't won an award for essay excellence since I came to the city to study, this cannot deny my talent in literature."

"at last."

Almost every new member who comes to the literature club for an interview has his or her own reasons and original intention to join the club.

But how can anyone with a discerning eye not see that the reason why the literature club has developed and grown to its current level is definitely inseparable from one person——

That is Jianghai!
For youth literature, look to Chengxi Opera; for Chengxi Opera literature, look to Jianghai.

If one could be admitted to Chenghai Drama Academy and join the literature club, it would mean that one had become a direct junior of Jiang Hai, the first figure in Chinese young literary circles.

"My senior brother is Jiang Hai."

Anyone who has had this kind of experience will be able to hold their head high when bragging about it outside.

Outsiders may not know who Jiang Hai is, but any author who has studied in the field of domestic literature, whether young or old,
Then who doesn’t know Jiang Hai?
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or some other reason, but the first time Jiang Hai came to the president’s office of the literature club, he didn’t see the president Taozi.

The entire office was empty.

Jiang Hai took out his cell phone and sent a message to Taozi:
"I'm at the club, where are you?"

About three seconds later, I received a reply from Taozi:

"You wait."

With nothing to do, Jiang Hai picked up the "CET-4 Translation Workbook" on the table, picked up a pen, and began to translate:
Question: [How are you?]

Translation: [Why is it you? 】

Question: [How old are you?]

Translation: [Why is it always you? 】

Jiang Hai was doing an English translation exercise book.

Suddenly, the door opened.

A girl with a high ponytail, wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off her proud figure, and a short skirt that revealed her two round and straight long legs, came in from outside the door. She was full of youthful vitality.

Jiang Hai looked up and was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him:
“This door is so white.”

In fact, there is still a huge difference between freshmen and seniors.

Walking on the university campus, if you see a student wearing slippers, unshaven, unkempt, and with dull eyes that do not show any light at all,
Don't doubt it, this is the senior student.

Although they are all college students, they have long lost their youthfulness and immaturity. Perhaps it is because they are busy with their graduation thesis or looking for jobs. The tense mental state makes them unable to spare even a little time to dress themselves up.

If you walk on the campus, you will see a student who is full of youthful vitality, whose eyes reveal hope and expectation for the future, and who is not dressed in unusually neat and elegant clothes.

Please don't doubt it, this is the freshman.

No matter how people dress.

No matter how people cover it up.

The childishness that they possess can never be faked.

Anyone who has been to college should be able to see through the immaturity that is unique to freshmen.
"Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" Jiang Hai looked at the girl in front of him and immediately frowned, "Have we met somewhere before?"

We seem to have met somewhere, do you remember?
If such words were spoken by an ordinary boy.

There is no doubt that this is a flirtation.

And it's a very low-level pick-up.

But it was obvious that Jiang Hai had never been the kind of person who would actively approach girls, so he definitely wouldn't use such a low-level method of flirting with girls.

Compared to shamelessly asking girls:
"Beauty, have we met somewhere before?"

When chatting up girls, Jiang Hai prefers to be more straightforward:
"In? Look at the legs" (modified)

Failure is nothing more than a slap in the face.

If successful, then maybe.
Hey Hey Hey Hey (Edit)
"I'm Tan Xin." The young girl with a high ponytail smiled sweetly at Jiang Hai, "Senior Jiang Hai, we met in the teaching building last time."

"You were smoking in the restroom, and a sophomore told me that he could get your autograph for me, and you happened to be right next to me at the time."

When this matter was mentioned, Jiang Hai seemed to have some impression of it.

"Oh, it's you." Jiang Hai looked at Tan Xin in front of him with an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Was there a classmate with you that day? What's his name, Bai, Bai something."

"Bai Xiaojie." Tan Xin replied to Jiang Hai with a smile, "Xiaojie is also a member of our literature club. She is studying in the School of Economics."

In fact, Jiang Hai had no impression of the name [Tan Xin]. The reason why he remembered the name [Bai Xiaojie] was purely because of a beautiful love novel that was a pure love healing novel.

"Xiaomou Baimou" (revised)

"Why are you here?" Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something, "Wait, what did you just say?"

"Are you the new member of the literature club?" "Yes." Tan Xin nodded, "Senior Taozi said you've arrived at the club. She's on her way, so she asked me to come over and entertain you first."

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open again.

Returning to reality from the second dimension, senior Momoko, who is wearing a brown student uniform on the upper body and a JK pleated skirt on the lower body, and looks like the anime character Sakurajima Mai, pushes the door open and walks in.

"Oh, you met me?" Taozi walked directly to Jiang Hai, took Tan Xin's hand, and introduced her to Jiang Hai, "Let me introduce you to this——"

"He is a new member of our literature club and the main force of our literature club."

"After I leave, Tan Xin will take over the Literature Club. She will become the new president of our Literature Club."

After saying this, Taozi patted Jiang Hai on the shoulder and introduced him to Tan Xin beside him:
"The one standing before you now is——"

"Winner of the Asian College Literature League!"

“A leading figure of the young generation in Chinese literary circles!”

"Vice President of the Chenghai Drama Academy Literature Society!"

"I am Miss Taozi's follower!"

"Don't be stingy with your hands, please applaud and encourage!"

“Quack, quack.”

Generally speaking, whether it is the student union or a club, whether it is the president of the student union or the president of the literary club, their term of office in school is only three years at most.

The promotion paths for chairmen and presidents are generally:
Freshman, department member.

Sophomore, Minister.

Junior year, chairman or president.

As for senior year?

The seniors have already quit their unions or societies. As workers who have already stepped half a foot into society, they are busy all day long with graduation thesis, civil service exams, postgraduate entrance exams, and corporate interviews. They are already busy. Do you still expect the seniors to engage in these childish activities?

Picture what?
No money!

Of course, nothing is absolute. There are also a small number of students who are particularly outstanding and have spare time to study. Even if they are already in their senior year, they will squeeze out their spare time to come to the clubs where they used to work to help. This is voluntary labor.

Obviously, Peach is one of them.

"I'm very optimistic about Tan Xin. I think she has the potential to be a good president." Taozi led Jiang Hai to join the literature club while talking to him about the club's future plans. "Give her a year, she will definitely grow up and take up the banner of our literature club."

"I understand the truth, but..." Jiang Hai pondered for a while and immediately expressed his doubts, "but when did I become your vice president???"

"At first, I only agreed to let you join the literature club, but I didn't agree to let you be the president."

Taozi was wearing small leather shoes specially used for Cosplay and walked forward with a clattering sound.

Hearing this, she turned around suddenly, her eyes smiling into crescents:
“I just got promoted.”

"Why, it can't work?"

The three of them walked from the president's office to the Student Activities Service Center, and happened to see a painting on the wall of the Student Services Center, which was a picture of Jiang Hai's participation in the Three-Line Love Letter Competition and his ranking:
[She can’t see it anyway.]

【What's the harm in writing one less line? 】

This year seems like a lifetime ago.

Clearly, a year ago, I was still the "troublemaker" in the teacher's mouth. If something went wrong, I would become a horrible existence working in an assembly line factory, working in shifts day and night, and screwing screws for fifteen hours a day just to make a living.

But now.
Just when Jiang Hai was sighing.

Taozi walked to the three-line love letter, stroked the frame of the photo, and said to him:
"You are the spiritual sustenance of many members of our literature club. The literature club is getting better because of your existence."

"If you don't believe me, look around."

Jiang Hai glanced around.

I found that his shadow seemed to be everywhere in the Student Service Center where the literary club was located.

From the three-line love letter he wrote, to the award-winning "No Longer Human", to the best-selling "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", to the sensational "The Crucible" in South Korea.
Not only these of his works were framed on the wall as a kind of honor and achievement.

His personal achievements are also widely praised by members of the society.

From the moment he walked into this activity room.

Many curious glances came from around me.

The new members who were on duty all looked at Jiang Hai with excitement:

"This is Jiang Hai?"

"Is this the senior from the Chinese Department???"

Excellent people always influence many people around them quietly.

Even if Jiang Hai does nothing.

Through his works, many people will be moved by Jiang Hai's thoughts, and then try their best to get closer to Jiang Hai, or to excellent people.
Feeling the admiring looks from the people around me.

For a moment, Jiang Hai was not so averse to the title of "Vice President of the Literary Society".

"I'm not here to reminisce about the past with you today. I'm here to ask for your help." Jiang Hai avoided the topic and looked up at Taozi in front of him. "You should know that I'm going to be in a drama soon, a new animation produced by the studio--"

"That year, that rabbit, those things."

Taozi shrugged and stuck out her tongue at Jianghai:
"How can I help you?"

"I didn't study art, and I can't draw comics."

publicity!

I want you to help me spread the word!

Jiang Hai walked up to Taozi and told her what he was thinking:
"Aren't you in the Cosplay circle? What is the profession of the Cosplay circle? It must be acting."

After a long narrative
"So." Taozi raised her head and looked at Jiang Hai in surprise, "You want me to cosplay as a bunny girl to help you promote your new anime?"

"It's possible, but..."

"Aren't you, the rabbit, and me, the rabbit, almost a little too far apart?"

What other children want to watch are cartoons, which belong to the category of the second dimension.

You want me, a real person, or a so-called three-dimensional person, to cosplay in an animation that a child watches?

Do you want children to watch it?
Or do you want the parents of your children to see it?

What are you thinking about?
Facing Taozi's doubts, Jiang Hai looked at him firmly:

"Don't worry about it. Just say whether you will help or not and that's it."

A friend in trouble
Not to mention stabbing your friends in the back, at least you should stab them twice?

All along, it seemed like I had always needed Jiang Hai's help, and Jiang Hai suddenly asked me for help.
It seems that I have no reason to refuse?

"Okay." Without thinking too much, Taozi agreed to Jiang Hai's request, "You're doing me a favor..."

"I helped, okay?"

at the same time.

Ansan, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea.

In the city center, there is a house that looks a little old.

Cho Doo-soon, a prisoner who had just been released after serving his sentence, was hiding in the house with the curtains pulled, shivering.

"Why, how could this happen?"

Downstairs, there were many protesting citizens.

The leader, a burly man who looked like [Shenma Dongxi], made a gesture [a gesture that would make Korean men angry.jpg] to Cho Doo-soon, who was hiding at home and refused to show his face, and then used all his strength to roar:

"Cho Doo-soon, do I fuck you?"

(End of this chapter)