Chapter 33: Became a Campus Celebrity Again

As everyone knows, authors cannot extract their own central themes.

Zhou Shuren certainly didn't think that much back then either.

Beside the jujube tree is also a jujube tree; I wrote the first one and forgot the second, is it strange to add a sentence?

That's why textbooks are best using articles by dead authors.

Because the dead can't testify.

So Zhai Da, who was completely unprepared, was forced to start an impromptu over-interpretation.

"Here, it shows the author's disdain for secular standards and a warm, powerful core."

"Here, it touches on the theme, indicating that the author has a fierce tiger in his heart, sniffing the roses."

"This is a parallel structure plus double rhyme, which is showing off skills. Don't learn it, you can't learn it."

After about seven or eight minutes, Zhai Da finally completed the task Ding Rong had assigned.

He let out a long breath and looked down, only to find it was dead silent...

His social anxiety was triggered...

Immediately after... thunderous applause erupted in the classroom.

Everyone had a look of disbelief...

They might have been genuinely surprised by the quality of this prose, but more so, it seemed they were surprised that a peer could express themselves so smoothly and confidently on the podium.

Just like a speech...

Yes, that's the word.

Among high school students, there is a special "dimension of merit." Because few people can speak in public without being nervous, they consider "giving a speech" to be an extremely shining merit.

Yang Fan was clapping, but his eyes were a bit dull.

Chu Xiang pursed his lips, saying nothing.

Fan Junwei clapped the loudest, although he didn't understand a word.

Lin Shuyao's eyes flickered, quite complex.

Even Wu Yue opened a crack in the door, sticking his head out and grinning foolishly, as if he were the one in the spotlight.

"Wu Yue! Are you a hamster? Get out!"

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Zhai Da's Chinese quiz score of 130, in fact, was nothing in the entire Maofang Middle School; there were plenty of people at this level in the key classes.

But that 68-point essay was truly a bit explosive.

Coupled with the fact that Ding Rong, unsure of herself, had sought out other Chinese teachers in the teaching and research group early on to evaluate it, and under the premise of being unanimously praised by her peers, this article began to...

Circulate throughout the grade.

Not to mention learning and imitating, letting their own students feel the brilliant writing might inspire some inspiration, and also let them know that high school students can also write good text.

In Class 11, Lu Siwen sat straight as if she were a Teletubby receiving a signal, her eyes shining.

"I hide the roses behind me, the wind rises and the flowers fall, from now on I give the flowers to myself, riding a horse toward freedom."

On the podium, the Chinese teacher of the key class was full of praise for this passage. In a cultural desert like Maofang Middle School, it had been a long time since such pleasing text had appeared.

Of course, he naturally wouldn't say the name, only saying it was written by a student from another class.

Lu Siwen immediately struck a pose like Ultraman, raising her hand high.

"Lu Siwen, any questions?"

She was probably the teacher's favorite student: good grades, cute appearance, and a well-behaved personality.

Her family was also very powerful; every holiday, a driver would come to the door with gifts.

Lu Siwen's eyes glowed: "Teacher, was this written by Zhai Da from Class 8?"

In the key class, many people had a doubt in their hearts: Class 8? A regular class?

The middle-aged male teacher said in surprise: "How did you know?"

He hadn't deliberately mentioned it, but there was no need to force a fabrication of someone else.

Lu Siwen said proudly: "We are pen pals, he is teaching me how to write!"

The middle-aged male teacher hadn't actually met Zhai Da in person, so he just smiled: "That's great, your essay also has room for improvement."

In one day, Zhai Da became a little celebrity on campus.

Again.

Ever since he fainted during the second mock exam, it seemed that every few days he would be in the spotlight. The matter of "being confessed to by Lin Shuyao" hadn't even been settled yet, and there was already a new legend.

Even those students who buried their heads in study and never participated in gossip had heard the name "Zhai Da" time and time again.

For a time, he was in the limelight.

Zhai Da didn't bother with those disturbances. Except for Chinese class, where he had to listen carefully because Ding Rong kept making eyes at him, he spent all his other time concentrating on copying.

More than two hundred words, two required modern Chinese essays, and the corresponding test points had all been memorized by heart.

One day... this efficiency could be called terrifying...

And he keenly realized that if the 【Girl】 and the 【Old Man】 combined their swords and fought left and right, it would probably be even more exaggerated.

Probably within a month, he could take off right where he was...

Sure enough, no matter how much effort it took, getting Lu Siwen's pen was worth it.

Although it was currently only "temporarily owned"...

But I didn't say when I would return it~

On the way home from school, Zhai Da didn't meet Lu Siwen again. He was a little afraid that she would block him on the overpass again.

This made Zhai Da breathe a sigh of relief. Using "writing a novella and needing a fountain pen to find inspiration" as an excuse to get it, he ultimately had to give her some explanation. Lu Siwen also agreed because she wanted to see what he wrote.

He had to think of a way to write something for her to delay for time. Now that his learning efficiency was so high, squeezing out some time was doable.

Just consider it paying the public grain.

Returning home, Zhai Da saw Ms. Yu busy in the kitchen.

Although he already knew through text message that he was coming home for dinner today, he still asked curiously: "Off work so early today?"

In the kitchen, Yu Xiaoli was chopping pork ribs, hand up and knife down, the kind where the cutting board could jump up.

"Don't mention it. Originally, the factory had received a large foreign trade order from Japan and had prepared for a long time, but for some reason, the order fell through two days ago."

Zhai Da paused in the action of taking off his shoes.

Yu Xiaoli complained to herself: "The factory had prepared for this order for a long time, and now it's all in vain. There won't be many orders for the next half month, so I estimate I can come back to cook every day."

Although the salary was just that much, there was performance pay after all. If the factory had many orders, Ms. Yu would get a bit more.

If there were no orders, it was just a dead salary of over a thousand yuan.

If there were no orders for a long time... the factory might even go under. After all, the Maofang Factory had been struggling on the verge of death for several years, belonging to the level where it would cool down as soon as the urinary catheter was pulled out.

Japanese foreign trade order...?

Although he couldn't be 100% sure, why did Zhai Da feel like it was those two Japanese people he had sent in by reporting the gambling den?

"Uh... in this situation, there should be a breach of contract penalty, right?"

"That's what the factory leaders need to consider, but I estimate it won't be much. Those running the business are all kneeling and talking to people about business now..."

Yu Xiaoli began to comfort herself: "Forget it... people have people's fate, factories have factories' fate. The Maofang Factory has been around for so many years, there have been plenty of unlucky things, there shouldn't be any big problems."

Zhai Da smiled stiffly.

I kept mocking the Maofang Factory for going under sooner or later.

Did I actually cause it to go under?

However, no matter how difficult the factory was, Yu Xiaoli never skimped on the food at home. While saying Zhai Da was fat, she never skimped when cooking.

Two people, three dishes: braised pork ribs, stir-fried spring vegetables with pork cracklings, stir-fried bean dregs—all things Zhai Da loved to eat.

Especially the stir-fried bean dregs, which were only found in the northern part of the loose-packed North and the northern part of Anhui Province. One bite was full of salty fragrance.

In terms of cooking skills, Ms. Yu was no better than a restaurant chef, and among all mothers, she might not be the top-tier one.

But the taste of home.

It's not in a spoonful of salt, a pinch of sugar, a few grains of chopped green onion...

It's actually just at the fingertips of a mother. ===== CHAPTER 34 =====