[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-gen-z-artist":3,"chapter-gen-z-artist-gen-z-artist-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Gen Z Artist",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2217794,3967,"Chapter 5: Big Brother Fang Xinghe","gen-z-artist-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>What needed to be clarified in time right now was clearly the situation of the New Concept competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe hadn't paid special attention to this thing in his previous life until he read the full analysis that homeroom teacher Old Fang made for Fang Yuting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cause was that since the end of 1997, the domestic public opinion circle had suddenly paid great attention to middle school Chinese education, and then it became a hot topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The *Sprout* magazine, which was about to close down, followed the trend and organized a series of articles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title was 《What to do about education》.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone argued and argued until they reached a consensus. The public opinion circle believed that middle school Chinese education was facing a huge crisis and could not adapt to the needs of the era at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe didn't understand the current situation and wouldn't comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, the education circle attached importance to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So *Sprout* took the lead, united 7 key universities including Peking University and Fudan University, and organized the first New Concept Essay Competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The competition hired top domestic writers, editors, and humanities scholars as judges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The philosophy was \"Facing the new century, cultivating new talents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for controlling the word count within 5,000 words and the participants being under 30 years old, there were no other restrictions. Write whatever you want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of publicity, because it was too urgent, the action wasn't big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only newspapers, *Sprout* monthly, and education commissions in some regions conveyed the information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the haste of publicity didn't mean that society didn't attach importance to it. The news published on November 13, and the newspapers and magazines that followed up a few days later exceeded 50.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the list of judges, so many famous writers coming to grade a middle school essay competition was simply absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe immediately had a contrast that was easier to understand in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lineup was basically equivalent to organizing a high school version of *Idol Producer* in 2025. The organizers were Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Communication University of China. The judges included top traffic, movie kings and queens, executives of major film and television companies, and multiple media outlets followed up to promote it. All young girls were waiting for the show to air...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was really quite exaggerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that Nong'an was too small a city, and in the era of print media, the reaction to new information was very slow, so it seemed particularly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at how much information Old Fang collected for Fang Yuting; smart people were all rushing to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it, he felt quite lucky. If it weren't for Fang Yuting wanting to participate in the competition, plus Dang's big mouth, Fang Xinghe might not have received the news until the competition ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is \"Heaven's mandate is with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe continued to read happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news specifically mentioned: Winners of the semi-finals will be focused on by the joint universities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The information Old Fang received was that if the performance in the semi-finals was particularly good, there was even a possibility of being recommended for admission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that the root cause of the New Concept's explosion in the first few years was right here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe finally understood that the initial heat wasn't brought by Han Han at all, but that the heat of New Concept achieved Han Han, and later Han Han fed back into New Concept with his unique legendary nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, both exploded and achieved each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, this was precisely the battlefield and stage Fang Xinghe needed most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the registration rules and competition system, the competition was divided into ABC groups. Group A was high school seniors, Group B was students below high school seniors, and Group C was social personnel under 30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I'll sign up for Group B.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the time, the deadline for submission was February 25. Flipping through the calendar, that day was the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. The semi-final time wasn't mentioned, only asking registrants to leave a mailing address and phone number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the first competition wasn't mature. Fang Xinghe estimated that the number of participants shouldn't be too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bad news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't afraid of competition; the more people, the greater the influence, and the more worth being happy about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things had reached this point and couldn't be changed, so he just had to do his own thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confirming again that there was no missing information, Fang Xinghe settled his mind and began to grind his three swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword hasn't come out, but it rings for three thousand miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting to return to the sheath, the sword light chills nineteen continents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe went into seclusion for a full eight days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword wasn't hard to grind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end, he even had to pull back a bit, being careful not to bring in too much \"internet sense,\" and reducing the content of sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must consider the overall acceptance of the current society and teenagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, picking up the first-year knowledge took a lot of effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Fang was never stupid; he just gave up studying because of his family. And Big Fang was even smarter. A stupid person couldn't be a water army; just distinguishing between enemies and friends was enough to make normal people uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that two smart people were merged together, with a positive attitude and fighting spirit, the review entered a good state after passing the initial confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it wasn't that he didn't want to continue seclusion, but that Teacher Fang came to his door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xinghe, the school has considered your actual situation. The punishment of your temporary suspension has ended. When are you going back to school?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe thought about it: \"Then tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, on December 1, 1998, the older youth Comrade Fang Xinghe put on his small schoolbag and returned to middle school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before entering the campus, he felt something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was up with that arrogant fat guy wearing a military coat at the gate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe watched with his own eyes as he grabbed a student, sprayed him for a while, and even moved his hands, cleaning the kid up like a little chick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean of Students?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking uniforms or checking hair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually dared to move his hands...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, none of my business, I'm a good student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe brushed his long hair that was about to reach his shoulders and walked silently toward the school gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he thought was: If you ask me, I'll answer that I'll cut it tomorrow. Anyway, brother really doesn't love this kind of stupid \"Ho Nam Gor\" long hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, when he made eye contact with the Dean of Students, the other party clearly paused, then turned his head silently...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good guy, I have privileges!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe passed the school gate with as cold a face as possible. Must not smile at this moment; it would be too disrespectful to the other party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't smile, but it was indeed very refreshing. I don't know who understands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his memory, he found the classroom. As soon as he pushed the door and entered, a group of little brats suddenly started howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Fang! I missed you to death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, you've become handsome!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, brothers, make some noise for our Big Brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang bang bang bang, a group of mental patients started clapping the tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe thought this was already awkward enough, but the more abstract stuff was still to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The eagle of the grassland, our wolf king, has finally returned to his hunting ground! Applause and cheers, give it to me~~~ all of it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom, my toes are going to cramp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe looked calm, but was actually panicking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are the teachers? Where is the class monitor? Can anyone manage this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could manage it, and in the end, he had to bear it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising his hand to press down, he controlled the scene: \"Stop, stop, don't affect the students' studies. Also, I'm going to start working hard too. Solemn statement: I've messed around enough, from now on, I'll turn over a new leaf and be a new person.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom was suddenly very quiet, and everyone was staring at each other—staring at Fang Xinghe's big eyes with their little eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe smiled and walked toward his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, no surprise, a rather marginal position, right in the center of the last row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounding him were Liu Fu, Yu Xiaoduo, Dang Tao, Li Qi, and a little girl with a fluffy head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digging a little deeper into his memory, Fang Xinghe was stunned to find that the 8 people sitting in these two rows were all members of the \"Thirteen Eagles\" in the little brats' mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, what exactly are you guys aiming for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe couldn't quite understand the mental state and psychological characteristics of the kids nowadays, but seeing their enthusiastic faces, his mood was still good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the teacher hadn't come yet, Fang Xinghe emphasized it to them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've really decided to study hard and get into a key high school. If you believe me, follow me and work hard together. Let's meet again at the key school.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sentence silenced them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xinghe didn't want to cut ties with the past, but wanted to rush toward a brilliant future. Those who couldn't understand, or understood but couldn't keep up, were destined to drift further and further away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked at each other for a while, and Dang asked anxiously: \"Then, will the tribute still be collected in the future?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! Otherwise, how can we help them stand up for themselves when they get bullied?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mouth gave the answer before the brain. After replying, Fang Xinghe was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere around him returned to relaxation, and the little partners started laughing and joking again. Maybe in their view, nothing had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Fang Xinghe, it wasn't like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still didn't understand the living state and cognition of the social environment of teenagers in an ordinary middle school in a small northern county at the end of 1998, but some experiential things were surging and colliding in his later-life logic, surging like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly knew what his first long novel in life should be about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just write about me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just write about this wild child living in the 1990s, campus boss Fang Xinghe. ===== CHAPTER 6 =====\u003C\u002Fp>",1770,"2026-06-17T12:54:33.490Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","68c54f3003bd98f54a8d20b5899fb9f39a053217b1844f8fb13c43fba7e934e1","gen-z-artist-chapter-6","gen-z-artist-chapter-4",150,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgen-z-artist-cover.jpg"]