Exciting 1979!

Chapter 9 Donkey (ask for monthly ticket!)

"Oh, by the way, what name do you plan to publish under? Just 'Wei Ming', or a pen name?" Lu Xiaoyan asked before they parted.

Wei Ming thought it would be better to distinguish children's works from other works. He thought for a while and said, "Let's just call it Wei Something. Wei is the Wei of my last name, and something is that something."

He had used this pen name when writing scripts in his previous life.

"Wei what~" Lv Xiaoyan read it twice, "It's easy to remember and catchy. Okay, this is it!"

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After entering the cafeteria, the three roommates were still waiting for him. Qiao Feng told them not to ask any more questions, so Mei Wenhua didn't ask any more questions, but he hoped that Wei Ming would confess himself.

But after Wei Ming came in, he said nothing and just buried his head in eating. He wanted to fill his body up as soon as possible.

Two steamed buns were not enough, so I bought another one and ate it with the soup of the pot-fried tofu.

After dinner, he asked, "Brother Feng, what are your plans for the afternoon?"

Qiao Feng: "Of course it's training."

The training is a program for newcomers, with a total of more than a dozen people. Peking University does not actually need so many security guards. They are all temporary workers and a burden imposed on Peking University by the government.

Brother Feng required them to follow stricter standards than the military training for college students, and they had to stand at attention for an hour first.

As for the military training for freshmen at Peking University, it is somewhat different from that of other schools. It has to wait until the summer vacation between the freshman and sophomore years.

When the training ended at six o'clock, everyone was tired and hungry. Wei Ming almost had to be supported by Zhao Debiao to walk into the cafeteria.

"Biaozi, it's no wonder that you've been learning martial arts since you were young. You act like nothing happened." Wei Ming was full of admiration.

Zhao Debiao showed a confident smile: "This level of intensity is nothing. Our coach Wu is much stricter than Captain Qiao."

"Coach Wu? Are you talking about Coach Wu Bin?"

"Yeah, even you have heard of his name?!"

"Oh, I've seen it on the news," Wei Ming asked again, "Is there another Li Lianjie in your place who has performed for the president of the United States?"

"Yes, yes, yes, a short guy. I've been to America and met a guy named Ni. But he always called me 'Brother Biao'. In our Shichahai Sports School, short guys are popular. Later, I grew too tall and too strong, so I wasn't suitable for martial arts. In fact, it would have been better if I had switched to wrestling."

Talking about his martial arts journey, Zhao Debiao is full of regrets, so he now urgently needs to seek comfort in the fantasy world of martial arts.

He urged Wei Ming: "By the way, Brother Ming, tell us another story about Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils."

"Where did you get to?"

"Duan Zhengchun and Gan Baobao are having a tryst in Wanjie Valley..."

Mei Wenhua, who was hanging at the back, hurriedly took a few steps, not wanting to miss any details of the plot.

Only later did he realize that Duan Yu was nothing and Duan Zhengchun was the real god!
In addition, Brother Feng, who was leading the group in front, also slowed down and walked in a square formation with them.

After dinner, everyone recovered, except that their bodies were sticky.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhao Debiao saw Wei Ming holding a washbasin: "Brother Ming, you need to take a shower."

"Ah."

"together!"

"Okay, let's include culture as well," Wei Ming invited sincerely.

Mei Wenhua shook his head, leaving an afterimage, as if he had some psychological problem.

He wanted to persuade Wei Ming not to go, so as to avoid being discouraged by this kid Zhao Debiao. He and Zhao Debiao started working on the same day, took a shower together in the bathroom on the first day, and then was provoked by Zhao Debiao.

However, he did not say any words of dissuasion. Instead, he secretly ran to the bathroom a minute later, wanting to witness the scene of Xiao Wei being hit.

As a result, Zhao Debiao sighed sincerely: "Brother Ming, you are such a fool!"

Wei Ming glanced at him: "You are not bad either."

Zhao Debiao: "Haha, I thought I was invincible, but I didn't expect there were people who were more courageous than me!" The two naked men who sympathized with each other were pouring water on themselves while saying numbers like eighteen and twenty. Everyone else stayed away. Mei Wenhua didn't even take a shower. He just changed into casual clothes and went out.

So hurtful!

After taking a cold shower, Wei Ming felt refreshed and prepared to go to Peking University’s famous library to think about what to write for his new work.

Fairy tales are just a trial run, he ultimately hopes to write a novel because the more words there are, the more royalties he will earn.

The result was that although we could enter the library, there were almost no empty seats.

After the class of 79 entered the university, the ratio of seats among Peking University students and the library reached 6:1, which means there was one seat for every six students.

Peking University students are famous for their love of studying, and there are not many entertainment venues around, so they study and read at night, and reserving a seat becomes a big problem.

As for the books inside, they cannot be borrowed without a library card. Since he is not a student, he naturally does not have a library card.

So, next to a bookshelf, Wei Ming leaned against the wall and started reading this year's literary magazines. These could not be borrowed and could only be read in the reading room.

There were two boys next to him who looked similar to him, probably classmates. One of them was holding "Contemporary" and the other was holding "October", and they discussed a few words from time to time.

Both of these publications are from Yenching Publishing House. "October" was founded last year and is owned by Yenching Publishing House. "Contemporary" was founded this year and is under the People's Literature Publishing House.

Wei Ming was holding a new magazine in his hand, called "Qingming", sponsored by the Anhui Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

This first issue became popular thanks to the representative work of reflective literature, "Legend of Tianyun Mountain". The magazine, which was published in July, was already old in September and was later adapted into a movie by the great director Xie Jin.

The most popular genres in the literary world nowadays are reflective literature, scar literature and educated youth literature. These are new genres that emerged after the torrent and reflect the preferences of literature lovers of this period.

Wei Ming read Lu Yanzhou's "Legend of Tianyun Mountain" in its entirety, and compared it with his memory of the film version directed by Xie. He simply flipped through the other articles.

He was a little tired of standing and it was getting late, so he simply went back to the dormitory, but there was no one there.

Brother Feng went to find his wife, Biaozi went to play basketball, and I don’t know what Mei Wenhua is doing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Ming went to bed to write something, but before he could decide what to write, Qiao Feng pushed the door open.

"You're back, Xiao Wei."

"Well, I just got back."

"What are you doing lying on the bed, writing a letter home?"

"Hmm~"

Brother Feng wiped the sweat from his head, and after a while, he handed something to Wei Ming.

"Ah? A lamp?"

Qiao Feng threw it to him: "It's better to write with a bright light."

Just after lending his desk lamp to Wei Ming, Qiao Feng went out again and brought him a coffee table from next door.

"With this, it will be much more comfortable."

It is indeed much better to write while sitting on the bed than to write while lying down. Wei Ming was sincerely grateful, yet a little embarrassed.

"Brother Feng, I actually didn't write a letter home."

"I knew you were writing a love letter, right?" Qiao Feng said firmly, "There's a table in the room. I can tell you're hiding something, which is weird."

Wei Ming laughed: "It's not a love letter either, I'm writing a novel."

"Write a novel?" Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then he racked his brains to encourage, "Okay, you are ambitious! I believe you will succeed one day, and I am looking forward to seeing your works in magazines and newspapers."

Wei Ming continued to confess: "In fact, I have achieved some success. Aunt Xiaoyan came to see me today because my article was accepted by their magazine."

With Feng Ge's stunned expression, Wei Ming continued: "Published this month..."

(End of this chapter)