Chapter 56 Is it our turn? !

Director Zhang of the Shenhai Education Examination Office has just received the latest issue of "High School Literature World". As a graduate of the Chinese Department of a prestigious university, he pays great attention to literary content, especially since this publication is aimed at students, so he reads almost every issue and leaves his own suggestions.

“The first student to be signed as a writer?”

Looking at the cover of the latest issue, Director Zhang was attracted by a few words. There was a hint of curiosity between his brows, and he muttered to himself: "A student's work actually moved Mr. Zheng? Interesting. It seems that he is a literary prodigy!"

Then I opened the first page and saw the story of that student writer. The name of the story was "Corner". The name was quite concise, but I didn't know what the story was like and whether it was worthy of the first student writer signed in ten years.

Director Zhang read it carefully, and his relaxed expression gradually turned into a serious one. There was a hint of astonishment and indescribable touch in his eyes.

This... is this really a work written by students?
Without any fancy words, he depicts infinite emotions through simple text. Such writing style and ability are probably rare even among great writers, right?
Director Zhang tried hard to control his emotions and continued reading. The story was divided into three sections. The first section talked about despair. Director Zhang had finished reading it and felt that the second section should talk about hope. Sure enough, hope came to him, and his heavy mood was slightly relieved.

However.
This hope only lasted for a moment, and greater despair followed, driving Director Zhang almost crazy. His emotions kept fluctuating as the story developed. He had completely entered the protagonist's perspective and became a living protagonist in reality.

“It’s so hopeless.”

"If the third part of the story doesn't have greater hope, I won't be very satisfied with this story." Director Zhang pursed his lips, calmed himself down, and prepared to read the third part of the story. At this moment, he was full of expectations for the future and sincerely wanted to see a good ending.

But
The more you expect, the more painful it will be in the end.

When Director Zhang saw the protagonist squatting in the corner, he almost collapsed. He picked up the phone on his desk and prepared to call Director Zheng of "High School Literature World". Just after dialing the number, he suddenly put down the receiver.

No no no.
Lao Zheng is not such a reckless person. Since he dared to include this story in the latest issue, he must have his own ideas.

Director Zhang leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. Putting aside the tragic content, this story is simply perfect, giving readers a very strong sense of being there. The whole work is like an oil painting or a piano piece, with a strong sense of picture and music.

“It turns out to be a struggle!”

Director Zhang savored this work carefully and felt a strong sense of resistance from the plot.

In an instant.
Director Zhang seemed to have figured something out. He shuddered all over and hurriedly picked up "High School Literature World" again, turned to the first page of "Corner", and read it again. Compared with the first time he read it as a reader, the second time he analyzed the entire work from the perspective of a literary writer.

He found that there was a very subtle connection from the beginning to the end of the whole work, which ran through almost every word. It was not until Director Zhang finished reading it for the third time that he finally understood this connection, which is the tangled relationship between struggle and fate.

If we look at this issue at a deeper level, it is an exploration of life and self-worth, and a profound and delicate exploration of human nature.

As for the final outcome
Has the protagonist squatting in the corner compromised?
In fact, observing from different angles will produce completely different interpretations. At least in Director Zhang's eyes, the protagonist has never compromised.
“Great work!”

"Great! Great! That's great!"

Director Zhang slammed the table, his face full of excitement, and immediately picked up the phone to call Director Zheng of "High School Literature World". The call was connected in a moment.

"Old Zheng!"

"This Chen Xiaoxin from No. 2 Middle School is simply... simply impressive!" Director Zhang said excitedly, "I read it three times and each time I had a new feeling. So how did you discover him?" Director Zheng, who received the call, smiled slightly and said softly, "His teacher submitted an article of his student. Although the content is short, the description of the text is very powerful. Then I contacted the teacher and successfully signed his student. As a result, this story was sent the next day."

"Gold mine!"

“This is a gold mine!”

Director Zhang said with emotion: "I have a strong feeling that this student named Chen Xiaoxin will definitely leave his own legend in the field of literature in the future, and will also leave precious spiritual wealth to all mankind. With this talent and writing style, he is born to be a writer, a great writer with the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

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"He is a science student." Director Zheng replied bitterly: "According to his teacher, Chen Xiaoxin's math scores are among the best in the school, so..."

After hearing what Director Zheng said, Director Zhang, who is in the Chinese Department, suddenly lost the brilliant literary world in his mind.
I thought I would be able to witness the rise of a literary giant, but I never expected that it would end before it even began.

"Old Zheng!"

"Keep him!"

"We must keep him!"

Director Zhang warned at the top of his voice.

this day.
The phone in the principal's office was bombarded with calls, and everyone came to inquire about Chen Xiaoxin's situation, because his article "Corner" had completely set off a sensation in all high schools. In particular, the Chinese teachers were all going crazy, and the principal of No. 2 Middle School was beaming with joy and was even more fond of Chen Xiaoxin.

of course
As the Chinese teacher of Class 2, she also received numerous calls, all asking about Chen Xiaoxin's situation. However, compared to the humility of the principal, the Chinese teacher was not shy about it and even had to make some artistic processing. In short, to put it simply,
Literary master!

He is definitely a future great writer!

The Nobel Prize in Literature is just a matter of time; all it takes to be remembered in history is death.

at the same time,

The biology teacher and the chemistry teacher were smoking in the toilet of the office building. Both of them looked melancholy. Their eyes were filled with hysteria and helplessness.

suddenly!

The chemistry teacher threw away the cigarette butt fiercely and stomped out the burning cigarette butt with his foot.

"Isn't it our turn now?!"

(End of this chapter)