Rebirth 2004: A lone figure in the literary world

Chapter 8 Hunting Sister Furong, the first of the three

Liu Xuyang always felt his nose itchy and wanted to sneeze recently. He thought that the weather in Fuhai was still a bit cold in January, and he was afraid that he had a cold.

In addition to his health, Liu Xuyang felt that things had not been going well for him recently, all because of the time when Zhang Chao tricked him. He did not expect that he would be provoked in return.

But recently he also found that Zhang Chao's whereabouts were a little strange. He would sneak out after 11 o'clock every night and would not come back before 12 o'clock. Once he woke up at around o'clock in the middle of the night and just lay back in bed, he saw Zhang Chao sneaking back in.

Zhang Chao is not Chen Huan. His grades are just so-so and he can get into a second-tier university. He doesn’t have so many bad friends - so where does he go every night?

It wasn't until this Sunday evening that he saw Zhang Chao sneaking out of the school radio station room, followed by the station manager Lan Ting. He suddenly realized that Zhang Chao must be in love with Lan Ting! He sneaked out at night, maybe he was going on a date with Lan Ting!

However, there is insufficient evidence at present, and they must be caught on the spot. Otherwise, given how popular Lan Ting is among the teachers, they will probably protect her, and there will be no way to deal with Zhang Chao.

But if he did it himself, it would be too obvious. He thought of a person - Pang Yun. The vice president of the "Morning Bell Society" had a nickname - "The First Talent of No. 3 Middle School".

If Zhang Chao is Lan Ting's shadow, then Lan Ting is Pang Yun's shadow. However, unlike Lan Ting's unwillingness to accept Zhang Chao, Pang Yun vowed to pursue Lan Ting.

If he told Pang Yun his guess, Pang Yun would probably go crazy. He also knew that Pang Yun's uncle was the head of the school's Chinese language group and the school's deputy secretary.

Zhang Chao knew nothing about this and was still secretly delighted that he had finished an article in just one afternoon.

The inspiration for this article came from when I was surfing the Internet in the computer room a few nights ago and accidentally came across Yenching University’s Weiming Lake Forum, where a post titled "Yenching University, you are the deepest and most beautiful pain in my previous life" was circulating.

The author of this article recounts the pain and suffering of failing to be admitted to Yanjing University for many years. Between the lines, there are extremely exaggerated descriptions of his own talent and appearance, and he uses Li Bai's poem "The lotus emerges from clear water, naturally without any decoration" to describe himself.

Just when everyone was guessing who this talented and beautiful woman was, she posted her beautiful photos, which immediately blinded everyone's titanium dog eyes.

"Sister Furong" thus emerged and became one of the best of China's first generation of Internet celebrities.

To be fair, Sister Furong has an ordinary appearance and figure, and her face is slightly more mature than her age. But coupled with her extravagant and exaggerated appearance and shockingly narcissistic remarks, she immediately gave the Chinese Internet a spiritual baptism.

But it was such an ID centered on making oneself ugly that ignited the first carnival of ugliness on the Chinese Internet.

For a time, the student groups of Yanda and Qingdao University enjoyed forwarding and mocking Sister Furong's posts and photos, and they quickly broke through the circle and spread to the entire Chinese Internet like a virus, becoming a specific cultural phenomenon.

But in early January, it was not very popular.

But Zhang Chao had personally experienced the carnival era of a series of clowns from Sister Furong to Sister Feng, and he knew very well that this small flame would soon burn and spread throughout the grassland.

So he decided that the theme of his writing this week would be to evaluate and predict the direction of this ugly carnival.

As someone who has experienced it, he certainly will not simply criticize or deny Sister Furong. Instead, he will reveal and predict the reasons and development trends behind the inevitable appearance of Sister Furong from a higher aesthetic point of view and a more macro sociological perspective.

The title of this blog is: "Hunting Sister Furong"

The article starts with how Sister Furong became popular on forums at universities such as Yan University, and analyzes the curiosity of students at top universities reflected in the incident. When they used all kinds of ridicule and spoofs to attack Sister Furong personally, a broken window effect was created.

The article predicted that from then on, Sister Furong as an independent individual was killed, while Sister Furong, collectively created by the mockers and pranksters, would become a classic image and a special cultural symbol.

The article ends with:

"Sister Furong, who was devout but paranoid about Yanda, thought that the Internet was a free space where she could speak freely, but she didn't expect that it was actually a jungle full of cruel killings. The young intellectual elites from the university, like wild beasts who had just learned to hunt, hunted her mercilessly. But the wild beasts would never have thought that this prey would complete nirvana rebirth through their sharp teeth and claws, and become a real Internet monster that devours traffic and attention.

Good hunters often appear as prey."

This article was naturally very predictive. Zhang Chao also thought of the topics for the next few articles and arranged a writing plan, feeling relaxed and at ease.

However, this relaxation only lasted until the evening self-study. After the first get out of class, Zhang Chao saw seven or eight boys crowded in front of the classroom door. One of the boys stopped a classmate who was walking out. The two talked for a few words. The classmate pointed to Zhang Chao's seat, and another boy came out from the group and walked straight towards Zhang Chao.

The boy is not tall, only about 1 meters, but he has fair skin and three-dimensional facial features. He wears a pair of gentle gold-rimmed glasses and has a popular middle-parted hairstyle like Aaron Kwok.

Zhang Chao couldn't remember who this person was for a moment. It seemed that they had very few interactions before. However, he looked very aggressive and it wouldn't be a good thing.

The girl with middle-parted hair came in front of Zhang Chao, pointed at him and said, "You are..."

"What do you mean by 'you'?" Zhang Chao stood up suddenly. With a height of 1 meters, his imposing manner overwhelmed the other person.

"I..." The man with the middle-parted hair didn't expect Zhang Chao to react like this and was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean by 'I'?" Zhang Chao continued to shout loudly, and then yelled to the classmates, "Where are the class leaders? Hurry up and report to the teacher, someone is causing trouble in the class."

The middle-parted man hastily explained: "I didn't..."

"Nothing! Did your mother teach you to point at people when you talk?"

"What are you doing..." The girl with the middle parted hair was anxious, and her face turned red. At this time, the strange boys at the door saw that the girl with the middle parted hair was at a disadvantage, so they rushed into the classroom.

Seeing this, Zhang Chao suddenly raised his head and shouted again: "Someone is beating someone! Someone is beating someone!" Then he rushed out of the back door of the classroom and continued to shout in the grade corridor: "Someone is beating someone! Someone is beating someone! Someone is beating someone in Class 2 () of Senior High School!"

It was the end of get out of class, and there were already many people in the corridor. Hundreds of people suddenly poured out from the classroom to watch the fun, instantly blocking the Senior 2 () class.

The man with the middle-parted hair and the students he brought with him were all trapped in the classroom, looking confused and having no idea what was going on.

Zhang Chao quickly bolted the back door, and seeing Chen Huan, who had just returned from peeing, standing at the front door in a daze, he quickly shouted, "Chen Huan, close the door!"

Chen Huan was worthy of being Zhang Chao's golden partner on the court. He immediately reacted and locked the front door as well. In addition, the windows were traditional glass windows with railings, so he completely caught the turtle in the jar.

At this time, a teacher finally came over. It was the head teacher, Lao Wang, and the middle-level leader on duty tonight, Director Huang Jianguo of the Political Education Department. At the end of the third floor of the senior class, there was originally a lesson preparation room and a duty room.

Teacher Wang first shouted to the students who were watching to go back to the classroom. Then he saw that the front and back doors of his classroom were locked. Zhang Chao covered his forehead and shouted through the window: "Don't be afraid, Teacher Wang is here to save you!"

Lao Wang: “!?…” He hurriedly asked, “Zhang Chao, what’s going on?”

Zhang Chao pointed at the middle-parted hair and several boys in the classroom and said, "Teacher Wang, this classmate led a few students from other classes and rushed into our class to beat me. I had a hard time running out, otherwise I would have been beaten to death by them!"

all the classmates:"……"

Chen Huan thought to himself: "Brother Chao is awesome!" He didn't believe that Zhang Chao was really beaten.

Old Wang looked at the several unfamiliar students in the classroom with a gloomy face, and turned to Director Huang and said, "Director, what do you think?"

Director Huang glanced into the classroom and immediately saw the middle-parted hair. His face darkened and he said, "Open the door first. You and the students inside, go to my office."

Zhang Chao said, "Teacher, this is like letting a tiger return to the mountains! My whole class saw them beating me. If you don't believe me, ask him." He pointed at Chen Huan.

Chen Huan nodded vigorously: "Zhang Chao is right, they started beating Zhang Chao as soon as they entered the door, it was too brutal, too brutal!"

The man with the middle-parted hair also saw the two teachers and seemed to be emboldened. He shouted through the window: "He's talking nonsense, I didn't even touch him!"

Director Huang saw that more and more students were gathering around and said quickly, "No one can escape as long as I am here. Open the door!"

Zhang Chao then opened the door, and several boys from other classes filed out. Lao Wang recognized that some of them seemed to be from the art and sports class, and his brows furrowed even deeper. But this was not the time to get angry. The most important thing was to bring them to the office of the Political and Educational Department and not let the situation escalate.

In the office of the Political Education Department, Zhang Chao and the head teacher Lao Wang were on one side, while in front of Director Huang stood the boy with a middle-parted hairstyle and other boys.

"Tell me, what's going on? Zhang Chao, you speak first, and don't exaggerate!" Director Huang is an old middle-level manager. He has dealt with countless student disputes and conflicts, and he still has an air of authority.

Lao Wang also encouraged: "Speak up boldly, Director Huang and I will make the decision for you."

Zhang Chao looked at the middle-parted hair, then at Director Huang, and sneered in his heart. He saw clearly the subtle change in Director Huang's expression when he saw the middle-parted hair just now. Now he was asked to add "no exaggeration", it seems that the relationship between the two is not simple.

"Let this classmate speak first. I don't know him anyway, and he suddenly rushed into the class... My head is still buzzing." In this situation, the one who speaks first is not as good as the one who speaks last. If you speak first, the other party will keep making excuses; if you speak later, you can keep questioning.

Anyway, it is definitely not your fault in this matter, so just grasp this basic point firmly.

The guy with the middle-parted hair couldn't hold back his temper and immediately said, "Teacher, I'm Pang Yun from Class 2. I went to Class to look for him... Is his name Zhang Chao? He has something to do. Before I could finish a sentence, he started yelling and locked us in the classroom. I swear, we didn't hit him. So many classmates can testify to that!"

"...Teacher Wang, why don't you call Chen Huan over to testify?"

“……” Lao Wang was speechless.

"You said you had something to talk to me about. What is it?"

Pang Yun's face turned red again. After a while, he said, "I... I'm from the literature club. I want to ask Zhang Chao if he wants to participate in the essay competition."

"Then how did you ask? Did you point your finger at my nose?"

“……”Pang Yun was speechless.

"What's wrong with you guys? Are you all from Class 9?" Director Huang asked. Class 9 is the class for arts and sports students.

Several students lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, and only answered with a low "yes". The college entrance examination was approaching, and if they said something wrong, they would receive a disciplinary punishment, but there would be no chance to revoke it.

The big black guy in the lead was a little more rational and said, "Hello, teacher. I'm Xie Zijian from Class 9. We didn't do anything. It's just, just..." He didn't know how to explain his behavior, so he could only look at Pang Yun for help.

Before Pang Yun could speak, Zhang Chao pressed on, "Are you asking me if I want to participate in the essay contest? Do I need to bring so many people? Are you going to beat me up if I don't participate?"

"I didn't hit you! I didn't hit you! It was obviously you who did it..." Pang Yun was also angry.

Director Huang interrupted Pang Yun. He knew that Pang Yun would be making more and more mistakes, so he turned to ask Zhang Chao: "You said they beat you, but I see you don't have any injuries on your body?"

Zhang Chao knew that he was taking sides, so he didn't answer directly. Instead, he said to the students from Class 9, "You were there at the time. If you saw anything, you can tell Director Huang. Think carefully about whether I was beaten by him alone or by all of you."

The dark-haired Xie Zijian understood Zhang Chao's meaning immediately and said quickly, "We were outside the classroom at the time. We only saw Pang Yun's hand waving on Zhang Chao's face. We were afraid something might happen, so we wanted to go in and grab Pang Yun, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. We really didn't do anything!"

"You..." Pang Yun's face had turned purple, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Haha, so you guys are brave enough to do what is right." Old Wang sneered, "Should I give you a certificate of honor?"

At this time, Zhang Chao said: "Teacher, what they said is true. They really didn't hit me. I just saw that they were outnumbered and I was afraid of being at a disadvantage, so I quickly ran away."

If they didn't hit him, then he did? Seeing that Pang Yun was about to be convicted of hitting someone, Director Huang immediately stopped Zhang Chao from continuing and turned to Lao Wang and said, "Teacher Wang, the two sides are arguing so much that we can't get to the bottom of the matter. So, you take Zhang Chao to the school clinic for a checkup. I'll ask them separately."

Lao Wang said coldly, "Director Huang, I believe you will handle this impartially. You must give Zhang Chao justice."

"Of course, of course." Huang Jianguo cursed several times in his heart, but he still had to agree to Lao Wang. Although he was a middle-level manager, Lao Wang was also a teaching backbone in the school. In fact, he had a longer teaching experience than him.

Only then did Lao Wang take Zhang Chao out of the office.

On the way, both of them kept a subtle silence. It was not until they were almost at the door of the infirmary that Lao Wang suddenly said to Zhang Chao: "You are not injured, right?"

Zhang Chao walked forward silently without answering, so Lao Wang had no choice but to continue: "I know that Pang Yun, he is... Anyway, it's not easy to really deal with him."

"So let it go?" Zhang Chao turned around and stared at Lao Wang.

Lao Wang was so scared by the look, but he still said stubbornly: "Of course I won't let it go. But we are already in the third year of high school, so let's not make things too awkward."

Zhang Chao said, "Let me think about it."

Old Wang could only shut up. Liu Xuyang had asked Zhang Chao to "let it go" once before. If he asked him to let it go again this time, it would seem that this head teacher was bullying the students. Although he usually made a big deal out of a small matter, but if a student really suffered a loss, he was determined to protect his child.

The two people went through the motions in the infirmary, and naturally no injuries were found, so the school doctor sent them away with a few casual remarks.

When the two returned to the student affairs office, Pang Yun, Xie Zijian and the others were gone. Huang Jianguo looked relieved and said to them as soon as they met: "I just called the school clinic and Zhang Chao is in good health! I think we should just let this go."

Zhang Chao and Lao Wang's faces darkened, and Huang Jianguo was still chattering: "I just asked clearly, it was just a misunderstanding. Pang Yun had no ill intentions, he just knew that Zhang Chao wrote well, and he wanted to get to know him. Those students from Class 9 just happened to pass by..."

Zhang Chao lost patience and said to Huang Jianguo, "Then Mr. Huang, please give me an explanation."

"Instructions, what instructions?"

"Tonight's situation report, from beginning to end, in full. You, Teacher Wang, Pang Yun, Xie Zijian and the others should all sign. Oh, it would be best if the seal of our Political Education Department is also stamped on it."

"What do you want these for?"

"As far as I know, after a blow to the head, some concussions or even cerebral hemorrhages do not show symptoms immediately, but rather they appear later. If I return to the dormitory tonight or tomorrow and feel dizzy, nauseous, blacking out, or unsteady on my feet... my family can use this certificate to ask Pang Yun's family for medical expenses."

"..."

"If I have sequelae or even die, it can be used as evidence in the lawsuit. At that time, please ask Mr. Huang to be a witness for our family."

Huang Jianguo's eyes widened and he said, "Ridiculous! How can there be such a certificate? I can't issue it, sign it, or even stamp it!"

Zhang Chao sat down on an empty chair, held his head, and said, "I feel a little dizzy now. Teacher Wang, please help me call 120 for emergency services."

"You...you are blackmailing me...I will punish you!" Huang Jianguo suddenly became anxious.

"Teacher Wang, please help Teacher Huang call the police station and tell them that someone is blackmailing him."

At this time, Old Wang, who was stunned by Zhang Chaosao's operation, finally reacted. He slapped the table and said to Huang Jianguo angrily: "Director Huang, you are going too far. You let the students who beat others and caused trouble go, and you have to punish the students who were beaten. If this lawsuit is taken to the Ministry of Education, I will fight to the end."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Huang Jianguo quickly held Lao Wang's hand and said with a smile: "Not really, not really, I'll take care of it."

After a pause, he said to Zhang Chao and Lao Wang very seriously: "Student Pang Yun has received the notice of the semi-finals of the 'National New Concept Composition Competition'. In two days, he will go to Shanghai to participate. This is the first one from No. 3 Middle School! Once student Pang Yun wins the first prize, he may be directly admitted to top universities such as Yan University and Fudan University. This is very important for the school to increase its popularity and reputation!"

(End of this chapter)