Generation Z Artists

Chapter 64 New Concept Composition Collection
On September 9st, at 1:7 in the morning, Fang Xinghe put on his schoolbag again and went to school with a sad face.

He had nothing to fear about high school life, but he was a little intimidated by those star-chasing girls.

Mainly because……

There are no more extra bodyguards and crotch-grabbing protectors!
He was the only one left facing the Siberian Tiger Girl of this era, and he felt really uneasy.

I strolled to the back door of the stadium... Damn, it’s the first day of school and the back door is closed.

So he walked along the dirt road towards the main entrance of the school. As soon as he turned the corner of the front wall, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

What I mean is, such a long banner, tightly stuck on the edge of the front wall, do you feel a very familiar sense of sight?
Fang Xinghe walked along the wall towards the main entrance, muttering to himself as he walked -

[Warmly congratulate Fang Xinghe, the first place in the 1999 high school entrance examination in our province, a pioneer idol of the post-80s generation, a talented young writer, and a representative of China's outstanding new youth, for enrolling in our school after careful consideration! ]

Obviously, the wall has become longer and the number of words has increased...

Liu Dashan, you really have not changed your original intention!
Fang Xinghe shook his head and laughed. When he finally reached the main entrance of the campus, he saw the dean of studies standing at the entrance with a bulging belly, looking like an eagle or a wolfhound. He was stunned again.

Fatty Huang?!

Are you also rising to fame along with everyone else?
Wow, no wonder the three words "Fang Xinghe" on the banner have become bigger again!
Brother Fang suddenly felt as if he had not attended high school and was still the king in his own territory.

If we bring Teacher Fang over...ah, no, he has to keep an eye on Fang Yuting, so the earliest he can come is next year.

Then let's change, if there are more brothers...

"Fuck, look, is that Mr. Fang?"

Before Fang Xinghe could react, several boys rushed over from the opposite side and suddenly bowed to him in unison.

"Hello, Mr. Fang!"

"Mr. Fang, we are hanging out with Brother Hei!"

"Brother Hei?" Fang Xinghe's head was buzzing. "Little Twelve, Heizi?"

"Oh, yes, yes, we did some work for him during the holidays, so Heige accepted us..."

Fang Xinghe suddenly pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, covering most of his face, otherwise he would be too embarrassed.

My younger brother has already accepted younger brothers, so I am now the master's master?
This is outrageous...

No, how come there are gangsters in key high schools?
In fact, not only are there, but there are a lot of them.

Nowadays, high school admissions are not restricted by school district, as long as you pay enough school selection fee, you can get in. The only difference between key high schools is that every point is more valuable.

Therefore, it is normal that many children from wealthy families who are not good at studying can go to key schools, and that the bottom students in school are prone to be bad and mess around.

Fang Xinghe was a legend among the big brothers in the Nong Nong campus. God knew how many people had been looking forward to his arrival before he came.

"Don't have random relationships."

He waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the school gate.

"Kuroko is my brother, but Kuroko's younger brother is not my brother. I only have one identity in the experiment - a student."

As a result, he had just taken two steps out when he was blocked by the girls again.

"Wow! Fang Xinghe! I'm your fan!"

"Can I get an autograph? I brought your picture!"

"Fang Xinghe, I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply?"

The last question is simply baffling.

He looked up and actually recognized it - the big bear that had thrown an envelope into his house a few days ago was even bigger in person than in the photo.

Wait, you are already a sophomore in high school, right? Why are you still talking so stupidly?

Fang Xinghe didn't want to pay attention to them. He stood there with a cold face and gave Dahuang a look through the crowd.

What are you daydreaming about?
Come to the rescue quickly!

In fact, Da Huang had already rushed over and started scolding from 5 meters away: "What are you doing? You all want to call your parents, right? How can you block the school gate? Hurry up, if you want to go to school, go inside. If you don't want to go, get out now!"

All men and women were defeated at once.

These days, the dean of studies is still the one who is in charge. They are really good at taking action, and the powerful ones can kick you in the heart.

By the time Generation Z went to school, students were generally not as wild, parents began to feel sorry for them, the deans retired, and corporal punishment disappeared from the stage of history. This was probably the inevitable result of the combined effect of many factors.

Fang Xinghe waved at Dahuang, walked leisurely through the crowd, and truly stepped into the door of the experiment.

Later, Director Huang was still setting rules for them.

"Fang Xinghe is a key student in our school. From now on, if anyone pesters Fang Xinghe on campus and I see them, I have 100 ways to make you cry for your parents!

I have a bad temper and speak harshly. I never spoil my children. If you don't obey me, come and fight me. Let's see who gets hurt! "

……

Fang Xinghe found the door number of Class 1, Grade at the left doorstep on the first floor of the teaching building.

When he calmly walked into the classroom door, the sound in the room suddenly disappeared.

As expected, everyone looked at him.

The person guarding the podium must be the head teacher, a short and fat old lady with silver hair and a rosy face. She looks like she can handle quite a bit of hard work... Ugh!

"Fang Xinghe." The old lady smiled and waved, "Come here, stand in the middle of the podium, so that everyone can take a closer look at you..."

Should you give me face when you meet me for the first time?
Give it.

Then check what he says, observe his actions, and slowly decide whether to give him face in the future.

So Fang Xinghe walked silently to the middle of the podium, faced the audience, raised his hand and took off his baseball cap.

Without any further instructions from the head teacher, he took the initiative to speak and gave a brief self-introduction.

"My name is Fang Xinghe. Even if I'm not famous for writing essays, many people should have heard of me. It's true that people with the surname Fang have a bad temper.

But I never vent my temper on my own people. My definition of my own people is: you respect me, I respect you, everyone focuses on their own studies, and doesn't get involved in those trivial things. After getting along for a long time, we will naturally become part of Class 1 and each other's own people.

My definition of respect is that when you have something important to do, you can come to me at any time. When you don’t have anything important to do and want to chat, please take a look at what I’m doing, whether I’m busy or not, and how I feel.

In addition, you can use my name to show your courage at any time.

It is not allowed at any time to cheat people using my name.

I have finished speaking. Thank you for your patience in listening. I hope we can leave each other with good enough memories, rather than the opposite. " Fang Xinghe bowed lightly, then stood aside and looked at the head teacher.

Amid the applause, he asked naturally: "What's your name? And where is my seat?"

"My last name is Wang, Wang Guiying, and the old man who came to your house for tea is my partner."

Teacher Wang looked at Fang Xinghe with a smile that was both kind and full of indescribable mockery.

"You set rules for everyone, which is great, but I have to set a few rules for you too - if your grades drop, you will be criticized, if you fight outside, you will be punished, if a girl comes to you with a big belly, you have to be responsible, and if you don't want to study, you are not allowed to affect everyone. Do you agree?"

Fang Xinghe nodded without even thinking: "OK, very fair."

"Then go ahead. You can choose any empty seat and sit wherever you like."

Fang Xinghe looked around the classroom, and among all the girls' reserved but expectant eyes, he picked out the ultimate throne at the back.

The two desks in the last row by the window were both empty.

But the surrounding areas were already crowded.

It seems that some smart people predicted my choice?

But what does that matter...

Fang Xinghe did not hesitate. He walked to that seat confidently, occupied the inner seat with his schoolbag, and sat outside himself.

Next, we collected books, cleaned the room, introduced ourselves, and chose class leaders, following the standard procedures of that era.

Apart from being watched, Fang Xinghe was used to everything.

When appointing class leaders, the little old lady asked for his opinion: "Is there a position you'd like to take?"

Fang Xinghe waved his hand, and she stopped persuading them and directly appointed a male class monitor and a female student committee member.

When I returned home at noon, Wang Charlie had already cleaned up the courtyard next door, which was covered in dust and dirt.

There was a square table under the osmanthus tree in Fang Xinghe's yard. Two people were sitting at the table eating boxed lunches. Wang Charlie took the initiative to say goodbye.

"Since you have just started school and have nothing to do, I plan to go out for a run."

"run?"

"Meet your contacts and discuss the details of all the plans. Then start the cultural company to save the trouble of preparing a temporary wallet. Then talk to those companies that are interested in endorsements. Finally, look for my contacts..."

"yours?"

"Former classmates, friends and relatives, see who has business or acquaintances in China."

“Looking for a needle in a haystack.”

"It doesn't matter if you don't have any. It won't be a wasted trip. There are some small circles of foreigners in China. I can't get into the high-end ones, but the middle-class ones should be happy to accept a white-skinned disciple from Wudang Mountain."

Wang Charlie is very positive and optimistic, smiling from ear to ear.

"I can't just sit here and wait for you to succeed, right? I have to get busy. Only when I'm busy can I create value!"

"OK, how much does it cost?"

"No, I'll pay for it myself."

"Don't save me money, I'm quite rich now."

"My family gives me 1 U.S. dollars every month for living expenses."

The lunch box in my hand suddenly lost its flavor.

My agent has been hiding in the mountains for 6 years. How much wealth has he accumulated now?

Fang Xinghe was filled with righteous indignation: "You are so rich, but you only give me boxed lunches at noon?!"

Wang Charlie laughed so hard that he patted his shoulder with his backhand: "You are the boss, so cherish the time I spend at your own expense!"

Before 1 p.m., America Fugo left in a hurry.

Fang Xinghe did not go to school to attend the opening ceremony - he had a hunch that Liu Dashan and the old principal were not good people, and they might be up to something bad.

Sure enough, halfway through the ceremony, Liu Dashan walked from the front of Class 1 to the back of the line, and finally stomped his feet twice and was chased away by Old Lady Wang.

"Don't look at him anymore. He's not here. How can you catch him if he's so clever?"

Don't mention how disappointed he and the old man were. All the freshmen were disappointed - where was Fang Xinghe? I've been looking forward to this opening ceremony for a whole day, what the hell is this!
Although I am no longer here, the legend of your brother Fang has already begun to spread in the martial arts world...

As a result, the legend was shattered on the second day of school.

Damn, there’s a placement test right after school!

Fang Xinghe took the exams full of resentment. There were 9 subjects in total, including Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, biology, geography, history and politics. He almost took the emo exam.

The final result was neither good nor bad - third in the class and fifth in the grade.

Self-study in advance played a significant role, but it also opened up a small gap between me and the real pervert in science.

The final extended questions in mathematics and physics were beyond the syllabus. Fang Xinghe tried his best but only got a few points, but others solved them easily.

What he didn't know was that the experiment produced two provincial top scorers in the college entrance examination in 2002 and 2003, and the one in 02 happened to be in the same class with him.

If you want to compete with this kind of pervert, you need to be absolutely focused and work hard for three years before you have any hope.

But this is meaningless, so he remained calm and continued at his own pace.

Of course, there was also good news in this survey - his composition easily got full marks.

To be honest, I just wrote it casually without putting much effort into it, but I conquered all the teachers with my rhetoric and writing style alone.

"This isn't even at the high school level!"

The Chinese teacher sighed, the math teacher frowned, the English teacher smiled, and the physics teacher frowned...

A few days after the results came out, Nandu wrote another article criticizing him.

"The consequences of Fang Xinghe's squandering of his talent have finally begun to show. His indulgence and arrogance during the summer vacation exposed his true colors at the beginning. This is just the beginning, and his decline will accelerate..."

It's just a bunch of nonsense. Apart from making Fang Hei happy for a while, it has no other effect.

Time passed little by little as Fang Xinghe was concentrating. Gradually, the campus, which had just calmed down, began to become restless again - the New Concept Composition Collection was finally to be officially released.

(End of this chapter)