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

Chapter 5 Died before leaving the army

Jiang Hai looked up and exchanged glances with the owner of the voice.

A familiar face suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The person who came was the monitor of their sophomore Chinese class.

Shen Yue, Miss Shen?
Although he was in the same class as Shen Yue, Jiang Hai and Miss Shen, who was known as the "hope for the rise of the Chinese Department," did not have much interaction.

The reason why the two knew each other's names was purely because -

Shen Yue's name is always on the school's commendation board.

Jiang Hai's name is always on the school's commendation list.
Next to it!
School disciplinary notice board!
Whenever Chinese teachers mention Shen Yue, their catchphrase is basically:

"Everyone should learn from Shen Yue."

Whenever Chinese teachers mention Jiang Hai, their catchphrase is basically:

"Everyone should learn from Jiang Hai's experience and take it as a warning."

There is a rule among schools in this world:

Good students think bad students have no future.

Bad students think top students are too dull.

Although Jiang Hai and Shen Yue are both "celebrities" in the Chinese department, they are basically
They all just look down on each other.

"You said, is this your seat?" Jiang Hai had no intention of giving in. He just glanced at Shen Yue lightly, and then continued to look at his computer. "When I first came, there was no one here."

"I put a bottle of water on the table." Shen Yue was too lazy to talk nonsense with Jiang Hai. She pointed directly at the trash can next to her, and her face was cold and stern. "I just saw it with my own eyes."

"You threw the water I put on the table into the trash can."

In fact, Shen Yue didn't leave for long. She just took advantage of the break to go to the toilet.

About fifteen minutes.
When I came back, I saw that my seat had been taken by Jiang Hai.

Moreover, I saw Jiang Hai throw the water I put on the table into the trash can with disdain on his face.
It fits Shen Yue’s stereotype of Jiang Hai very well!
No quality.

Don't be fooled.

Corrupt character.

Although Shen Yue is a top student, she also has a stubborn temperament.

Jiang Hai, she won't leave unless you give her your seat back.

And Jiang Hai himself is not a gentleman.

I'm already sitting here, and you want to chase me away?

How can this be?

Thus, in the quiet library, such a scene appeared:

A cold and aloof young girl stood idiotically beside a male classmate.

The male classmate didn't even bother to look at her. He just sat in his seat as if no one was around, concentrating on typing on his computer.

Although the two of them are incompatible, the scene before them
It was just like a young couple having a quarrel.

"I'm really fed up," he cursed secretly in his heart. He felt like someone was standing next to him and he couldn't concentrate.

Jiang Hai looked up and looked at Shen Yue in front of him with an impatient look:
"Well, I'll ask you a question and bet with you. If you answer it correctly, I'll leave and give you the seat back."

"If you don't answer correctly, please don't stand next to me like a door god and affect my studies--"

"Is that possible?"

There was no change in Shen Yue's expression, and her tone was calm:

"Why should I bet with you? This position originally belongs to me."

"Then you continue to stand."

In fact, the current situation is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Some students who were not studying seriously had noticed something strange over here and started looking over here.

Adhering to the principle of not wanting to embarrass myself and waste too much time here.

In the end, Shen Yue agreed to Jiang Hai's request:

"Okay, I'll bet with you, you come up with the questions."

Jiang Hai tilted his head and looked at her seriously:
"Do you know how many ways to write the Chinese character for fennel?"

This is an original passage from Mr. Lu Xun's article "Kong Yiji".

It was a test question given by Kong Yiji, a down-and-out teacher, to the children who were making a fuss in a restaurant.

Although, in the original text, Mr. Lu Xun did not point out how many ways there are to write the word "fennel". However, this level of question is not easy for Shen Yue, a talented woman from the Chinese Department of Chenghai Drama Academy.
This couldn't be simpler.

Without a moment's pause,

Shen Yue grabbed a piece of draft paper from the table and quickly answered Jiang Hai:

"Four kinds."

"The four ways of writing it are: 卉, 回, 囘, 囬."

Shen Yue's handwriting is very beautiful. It is graceful yet also contains a sense of grandeur.

As soon as you look at the characters, you can tell that he practiced calligraphy as a child.

Shen Yue handed the straw paper in her hand to Jiang Hai, her tone quite firm:
"you lose."

Taking the straw paper, Jiang Hai admired Shen Yue's calligraphy:
“This handwriting is quite good.”

"So." Shen Yue looked at Jiang Hai in front of her and said in a deep voice, "Can you give me my seat back now?"

"I just said that your handwriting is good." Jiang Hai slowly put down the paper in his hand, looked up and looked at her, "But I didn't say that you got the answer right."

"Why should I give your seat back to you when you even answered the question incorrectly?"

He didn't continue to keep the secret.

Looking at Shen Yue with a frown on her face, Jiang Hai directly announced the answer:

"There are four ways to write the word 'Xi' in fennel, and they are -"

"Write with a brush, write with a fountain pen, write with a ballpoint pen, write with a pencil."

"There are four ways to write it, and you didn't even get one right, and you still want me to give you your place back?"

"Tell me, isn't this a bit far-fetched?"

Look at Jiang Hai’s face, he looks like he has you in his hands.

In the end, Shen Yue just slowly uttered three big words:
"You are shameless."

It was also obvious that Jiang Hai had no intention of returning the seat.
I don't want to waste my time with someone as shameless as Jiang Hai anymore.
Shen Yue just walked away with her long, round legs.

Every poor student in the school has his or her own principles.

For Jiang Hai.

He didn't attend four classes at university:

First, don’t take professional courses because they are too professional and you won’t be able to learn them even if you take them, so just don’t take them.

Second, there is no need to take general education courses because they only teach common sense, which is knowledge that ordinary people understand, so there is no need to take them.

Third, don’t take required courses, because required courses must be taken sooner or later, so there is no need to worry about not being able to take them.

Fourth, don’t take elective courses, because elective courses are optional, so there is no need to take them.

It is based on this principle of "four no's" that the whole afternoon -

Jiang Hai curled up in the library, typing with great concentration and without distraction.

Because all the plots, story framework, and the overall details of the novel are clearly imprinted in my mind.

Jiang Hai transformed into a ruthless typing machine, from 12:30 noon to 4:30 pm, four hours -

So he just worked hard to write 20,000 words.

This is the beginning of the book "Two Thousand Years of Up and Down of a Poor Ghost".

After copying the beginning of this depressing masterpiece,
Jiang Hai decisively clicked on the novel websites on the Internet and began to browse the relevant information on these novel websites.

I randomly picked a novel website that seemed to be relatively large in scale and had a good reputation in the industry.

Find the editor's email address in the Author Homepage column of the website.

Without any hesitation,

Jiang Hai decisively packaged the main text of "The Poor Ghost's Two Thousand Years of Life" and attached a simple story outline, and submitted it to the editor of the novel website.

Just as Jiang Hai began to fantasize——

Once the novel was published, it immediately caused a sensation and shocked the readers and literary circles.

In less than ten minutes, a reply email directly pulled Jiang Hai back to reality from his fantasy:

[Sorry, your manuscript has not yet reached the contract standard. Please publish it directly or transfer it to other editors. ]

[Thank you for your hard work in writing, please keep up the good work~]

(End of this chapter)