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

Chapter 64 I Read the Spring and Autumn Annals

In fact, university classes are generally quite quiet.

Teacher Wang was standing on the podium, lecturing with a piece of paper in his hand.

"As a student, if you want to do well in our course 'Introduction to Chinese Cultural Classics', you must first maintain a large amount of extensive reading, and be familiar with history and the 'Four Books'."

Teacher Wang was standing on the podium and speaking nonstop. When he raised his head——

I saw Shen Yue sitting in the middle of the classroom, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, looking extremely sad?

Looking at this scene, Teacher Wang suddenly felt puzzled——

What happened to Shen Yue?
To be honest, there are few teachers in the Chinese department who don’t know a student like Shen Yue.

As for the reason, it is simple. Who says they are top students?
It's rare to see an outstanding student like Shen Yue lose control of his emotions in a public place like a classroom?
"Is it possible?"

"What happened to her?"

It would be fine if Shen Yue cried a little quieter.

As long as she doesn't affect others and my normal teaching, it doesn't matter what she does downstairs.
Then there is a high probability that he will go with her.

However, as if she couldn't control her emotions, Shen Yue cried louder and louder.
This even affects the normal order of the class?
Teacher Wang looked at Shen Yue with concern:

"Shen Yue, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't shouted, but this shout immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.

It was as if he realized that his emotions were out of control.

Shen Yue choked up, then quickly picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the tears from her face:

"It's nothing, Mr. Wang, I..."

“I just cried while reading the book.”

Did you cry while reading?
This is something new.
Teacher Wang was just beginning to feel puzzled and wanted to ask something;

"What kind of book can make you cry?"

But before he could open his mouth, he thought about it and realized that today's class was about "Introduction to Chinese Cultural Classics". This class -

It’s all about reading!

As if he had thought of something, Teacher Wang looked at Shen Yue in front of him with a look of satisfaction. He swept the paper fan in his hand and looked at her softly:
"Shen Yue, I wonder what book you are reading?"

"Is it the Four Books or the Five Classics? Or the Analects or the Li Sao?"

“Speak out and share it with your classmates.”

Shen Yue is an excellent student who also works as a part-time writer. She is a bit sentimental and has a sensitive and rich inner world.

This is completely understandable.

In Wang's imagination, Shen Yue must have experienced the charm of words after reading these literary classics in history, and then was moved to tears by the scene.
But who would have thought that before Mr. Wang could continue to fantasize, Shen Yue's words directly broke his fantasy:
"Neither, Mr. Wang."

“I’m reading history.”

When Mr. Wang heard the words "historical literature", he was stunned for a moment, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all:
"Historical literature is also included in the "Introduction to Chinese Cultural Classics"

"I don't know what history text you are studying, classmate Shen Yue?"

"Is it the Book of Documents or the Discourses of the States? Is it the Records of the Grand Historian or the Strategies of the Warring States?"

"Teacher likes to read history articles too!"

“I usually read the Spring and Autumn Annals.”

Do you read the Spring and Autumn Annals?

Although this sentence does not sound wrong at first glance, Shen Yue always feels something is weird about it, but she can't tell exactly what's wrong.

Without thinking too much, Shen Yue shook her head and answered Teacher Wang's question directly:
"Teacher Wang, I haven't read "Spring and Autumn Annals". The history book I read is called——"

“The Poor Man’s Two Thousand Years of Ups and Downs.”

The poor guy’s two thousand years?

When Teacher Wang heard the name, he was stunned.

this.
Why do I feel like I haven’t heard of it?
Is it possible?
Which famous book was it that he had never heard of? Just as Mr. Wang was lost in thought, Shen Yue's words, as if seeing through his doubts, directly brought him back to his senses:
"Teacher Wang, this book "Two Thousand Years of Poor People" is not a literary classic, it is just an ordinary online novel."

When he heard the words "online novel", Teacher Wang frowned immediately.

Frankly speaking, in the literary circle, there is indeed a chain of contempt——

People who write traditional literature generally look down on people who write online novels.

Although, I know that Shen Yue also works part-time as a web writer in her spare time.

But.
In the eyes of the older generation, this is never the right way?
Especially when I saw Shen Yue, who seemed to be fascinated, and even shed tears in the classroom in broad daylight just to read this online novel.
Teacher Wang was immediately displeased:

"We Chinese students need to improve our literary appreciation skills and not always read indecent materials."

Unexpectedly, Shen Yue, who has always been a calm person, was shocked when she heard that Teacher Wang actually described her favorite "Poor Ghost" as something "not good or bad".
Shen Yue, who has always disliked arguing with others and has a cold personality, rarely becomes tough in her attitude.

She looked up at Lao Wang, her eyes fixed on him, and then spoke word by word:

"Teacher Wang, I never think that the novels I like are—"

“It could be something fishy.”

If you see or don't see me, I will be there, neither sad nor happy.

If you read or don't read me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go.

Regardless of whether Lao Wang admits it or not, in short -

"Poor Ghost" is a hit, and it is incredibly popular among students!
No one would have thought that Shen Yue, who was always cold and didn't like to argue with others, would actually do that in front of so many classmates in the classroom.

Openly argue with Lao Wang?

The argument between the two was somewhat intense at one point.

As for the scene, it was a bit awkward at one point.

Fortunately, the bell for the end of get out of class rang in time, which stopped the farce of students and teachers openly quarreling with each other in the classroom.

I didn't care what kind of quarrel the two of them had in class.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Jiang Hai picked up a pack of cigarettes, put his lighter in his pocket, and went to the smoking area designated at the end of the classroom corridor.

It is obvious that the students who smoke in the smoking area today——

The number of people has increased significantly!

Jiang Hai, with a cigarette in his mouth, just walked into the smoking area and heard several students talking to each other.

"Damn, this novel looks like it will make you smoke more cigarettes. I've smoked at least half a pack of cigarettes, and it still hasn't suppressed the discomfort in my heart."

"Half a pack? Are you taking care of your health here? I've been here for half an hour and I've smoked at least twenty cigarettes."

"No, can you please go to the kids' table? Why do you keep complaining about smoking a few cigarettes? If others see me, they will think I can't afford to smoke."

"But then again, this damn author really deserves to die! Why did he write Gu Nan so miserably? It would be hard not to torture people, right? Does he have some kind of mental illness?"

"Don't blame the author. I heard that it's not just us who are upset. The author himself was quite depressed when he was writing the final draft."

I didn't care what other people were talking about.
Jiang Hai walked into the smoking area, then stood in the corner, puffing out smoke.

Frankly speaking, this feeling is quite strange——

I was watching these "book fans" and "readers" in front of me, madly complaining about my own book, but I had no idea that the author of the book they were cursing was...
It's right next to me?

Just as Jiang Hai was listening with great interest to the readers in front of him who were madly complaining about him.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Have a cigarette."

Jiang Hai turned his head to look at the person beside him, and immediately frowned when he saw him:

"Teacher Wong?"

Recalling what happened last time, Jiang Hai frowned even deeper:
"You're here to steal my lighter again?"

(End of this chapter)