After they left east, Deng Xian and others surrounded Yu Bo and looked at Yu Bo with a strange look.
"Your surname is Yu, Qian Gou Yu?" Deng Chen asked.
Yu Bo nodded blankly, "Well, what's wrong, senior brother?"
Deng Xing raised his eyebrows at Bo, "What is your relationship with our teacher Yu? Is he your brother?"
Yu Bo waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I have nothing to do with Teacher Yu."
Zhao Ku curled his lips and expressed disbelief, "You were sent here by Teacher Yu himself. Who among the new students is treated like this? I haven't heard that Teacher Yu has a younger brother. Are you his cousin?"
"It's really not true." Yu Bo shook his head.
Seeing that Yu Bo refused to admit it, Deng Xing and the others did not ask the question, but they all believed that Yu Bo had something to do with Yu Dong.
Not just because of the name, not just because Yu Dong personally brought Yu Bo to the dormitory, but also because Yu Bo's eyebrows were a little bit similar to Yu Dong's.
In fact, there are not many similarities, but just a little bit of similarity is enough to make Deng Xing and the others think about it.
Zhao Kun smiled and hugged Yu Bo's shoulders, "Xiao Bo, we made an appointment to have dinner together before you came, and you happened to be with us."
Yu Bo certainly didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to build a good relationship with his classmates. He quickly said: "I'll put my luggage down first."
"We're here to help you."
Helping Yu Bo put his luggage, Zhao Kun looked at the environment in the dormitory again, and couldn't help but envy: "You are so lucky this year, you all live in a four-person room."
Jinyi's dormitory conditions have continued to improve over the past ten years, evolving from twelve-person rooms to eight-person rooms, then from eight-person rooms to six-person rooms, and now to four-person rooms.
As long as the room does not become smaller, the comfort level of four people living in a room is far better than that of a twelve-person room. Although there is still no independent bathroom, the new dormitory has a large balcony separated by a very large activity area.
"Every class is getting better and better. Maybe the junior brothers and sisters in the future will be able to live in single rooms."
"Unless our school moves to another location, the four-person room is the limit," Wang Yang said.
"It's boring to say this. What happens in the future has nothing to do with us. Even if the junior brothers and sisters live in four rooms by themselves in the future, we won't be able to care about it." Deng Qing smiled and looked at the remaining empty bed, "The roommates don't care.
Quantity matters more than quality. Now it seems that the three of you are pretty good. It depends on the remaining one. If this one is..."
Before Deng Xing finished speaking, a tall figure rushed into the dormitory from outside.
Several people turned to look at the visitor, all showing expressions of surprise.
Zhao Ku couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Foreigner!"
Yes, the person who came was a foreigner, blond and blue-eyed, a head taller than Yu Bo and Jin Dong.
The foreigner was carrying a black backpack, dragging a suitcase with his left hand, and holding a piece of paper in his right hand. He looked like a new student entering school.
Seeing that Zhao Kui and the others were surprised, the foreigner laughed, showing his dimples, and said in standard Mandarin, "Hello, I'm Bi Donghua."
This name shocked Deng Xing and others.
"What, what's your name?" Li Guangjie exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Which country are you from?"
Bi Donghua smiled and said: "I'm from the United States."
Deng Xing and the others looked at each other, and Wang Yang asked, "Are you a freshman in the acting department?"
"Of course, and I live here. The counselor gave me the note, 302. I compared it carefully, and there should be nothing wrong with it."
Li Guangjie and the other three freshmen looked at Bi Donghua with some resistance. Although they did not discriminate against Americans, they felt a little uncomfortable when they thought of living in the same room with an American.
There will be no problem in communication. Bi Donghua has a very high level of Chinese, at least his spoken English is very good.
Deng Xing and the others were more curious about Bi Donghua. After all, their acting department had never accepted foreign students before.
Jinyi has always had regulations for recruiting foreign students. In the past few years, foreign students have been taking exams at Jinyi. However, Jinyi has not accepted any of them. I don’t know why they will accept them this year.
And I heard from Bi Donghua that he is not the only foreign student accepted by Jinyi this year, there is also a girl who is British and went to the welcome booth with him just now.
"Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful?" Zhao Ku asked hurriedly.
Bi Donghua smiled and said: "I think it's pretty good. Of course, our aesthetics may not be the same."
Deng Chen asked: "Do you know Xiao Wanzi?"
"Well, of course I know, I also have a gadget pendant." As he said that, Bi Donghua took out a Motorola mobile phone from his pocket, which had a gadget pendant that came with the phone.
"Then do you think the little toy looks good?"
"Of course." Bi Donghua nodded, "Little toys are also very popular in the United States."
Deng Chen smiled and said, "Then there is no difference in our aesthetics. We all think that Senior Sister Hu Jing is beautiful. By the way, Bi Donghua... why does it feel so strange to call you this name? Who gave you your name?
of?"
"I gave this name to myself. In fact, I have been learning Chinese a long time ago, about six or seven years ago. When I just started learning Chinese, my Chinese teacher gave me a Chinese name, which is
Tang Long. Later, after learning Chinese for several years, I changed my name to myself because I liked "The Martian", so I gave myself this name." Bi Donghua explained the origin of his Chinese name with a smile.
"Then do you know the origin of the name Bi Donghua?" Deng Xi asked again.
"Of course I know, don't underestimate me. Bi Donghua is the fusion of Bi Feiyu, Yu Dong, and Yu Hua."
Zhao Ku rolled his eyes, "Then you still dare to take this name."
Bi Donghua laughed: "What's this? In Chinese schools in the United States, you can often see Chinese names like Li Bai and Bai Juyi. My Bi Donghua is already very low-key. I have a classmate whose Chinese name is Ying Zheng."
Deng Xing couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Awesome."
Bi Donghua said seriously: "Well, yes, there is also something called this."
…
While Deng Xing and the others were taking a few freshmen out to play, Yu Dong was holding the first meeting since the official establishment of their writing center in Room 1, the exclusive conference room of the writing center in the comprehensive building.
After three applications and three resignations, Yu Dong finally couldn't stand Wu Changxin's insistence and agreed to serve as the director of the writing center.
After the writing center was established, in addition to the original writers-in-residence, Yu Dong, Bi Feiyu and Hu Changqing also joined the writing center. In addition, the school also invited Gu Qian and Han Dong, adding up to almost two members.
Counted.
Yu Dong also invited Su Tong, but Su Tong was unable to come because of his magazine work.
Since it was the first meeting, everyone was quite serious.
Yu Dong sat in the first place, looked at the writers in front of him, and said with a smile, "After the establishment of the writing center, it will be fundamentally different from the previous writer-in-residence system. The biggest difference is that the burden on you has become heavier.
.Our tasks include the following categories: academic research, literary creation, organizing or participating in domestic and foreign literary exchange activities, and the cultivation of young writers..."
Yu Hua raised his hand and said, "Director Yu, I shouldn't be of use in this academic research."
Yu Dong glanced at Yu Hua and said, "It depends on your personal wishes. If you want to devote yourself to academic research, the center will naturally welcome you."
Yu Hua waved his hands repeatedly, "Let me do something else."
Yu Dong looked at Yu Hua and continued, "After October, the center will open a 'writing class'. The first writing class will last for half a year and will accept students from major universities in Jinling. The follow-up will depend on the results of the first class.
, if the results are good, we will expand the enrollment scope and extend the opening hours.”
Han Dong frowned and said, "I think the writing class proposal is not bad, but six months is a bit short. What effect can be seen in this time?"
Yu Hua said with a smile: "If we do it well, we will definitely see the results in six months. When we were at Lu Xun Literary College, everyone could feel the changes after half a month. Writing, although it is very difficult,
You need to read a lot, but sometimes you also need to have an epiphany. Maybe if you stay with a mature writer for a long time, you will encounter the opportunity of such an epiphany."
In fact, Yu Hua said it more modestly. It should be said that close contact with masters is of great benefit to new writers or literature lovers.
Han Dong added: "Then how to quantify this effect? ​​You can't just rely on your feelings, right? Or should we take a test on these students and give them a score? Or whether they have published works during this period,
How many points do you get for entering "Zhongshan" and "Harvest", and how many points do you get for entering "Yanjing Literature" and "Flower City"?"
"This thing cannot be quantified, we just rely on our feelings." Yu Dong took out a form and handed it to Bi Feiyu next to him, "Please pass this form around. It contains some of the next plans of our center. The writing I just mentioned
The class is among them. Whether the writing class is effective, after the end of the first period, a meeting will be held, and everyone will discuss and make a decision. The first period of the writing class has a total of twenty-six people, and everyone here has it in their hands.
There is a recommendation quota, and as long as it is a student recommended by you, the center will accept it unless there are special circumstances. And the student you recommend does not need to be a college student in Jinling City, or even a student."
"Do I have to push one?" Gu Qian asked holding the form.
"Of course not. This quota is given to you. You can use it or not. This quota is for the first phase. It is not certain whether you will be given a quota in the future." Yu Dong took out another piece of paper and continued, "
The writing class lasts for six months, during which the Deep Space Company and the Golden Art Association will provide them with free board and lodging, as well as a small amount of subsidies, and the time is basically different from the normal class time for college students."
"Is their place of study also in Jinyi?"
"The teaching venue is divided into two places, one is the Jinyi Complex where we are currently located, and the other is the Literature Hall in the Deep Space Park. Deep Space Company will open up a dedicated space in the Literature Hall for writing classes.
"
"This is quite good." Bi Feiyu nodded and said with a smile, "If this were more than ten years ago, I would have wanted to come and see if the conditions were better than those of Lu Xun Literary College back then."
"Well, in terms of hardware conditions alone, they are definitely better than what we had back then. As for the teaching staff..." Yu Hua looked around and said, "We are actually pretty good."
In terms of qualifications, the people at Jinyi Writing Center are definitely not as good as those teachers like Yu Hua and others back then, and even Wang Zengqi and the others together can't compare to them.
But when it comes to overall strength, it is actually no worse than before.
Gu Qian scratched his head, "I also think this writing class is quite good, but I really can't think of anyone to recommend. As you know, apart from you, I don't know many people in the literary circle."
After hearing Gu Qian's words, everyone nodded secretly.
Gu Qian is indeed a fringe figure in the literary circle. He rarely attends literary events and does not interact with many people who are engaged in literature.
Yu Dong said with a smile: "If you keep this quota, you will definitely use it."
Gu Qian didn't take it seriously and said, "I don't think it's of use."
Yu Dong didn't say anything more, just smiled, and then told them about the writing center's plan for the next six months.
In addition to the writing class, the most important thing in the plan are three literary activities, including two domestic and one international.
Yu Dong held meetings very quickly, and he also knew that it was impossible to put everything into place in this first meeting, so he notified everything that needed to be notified and dissolved the meeting.
After the meeting was over, Yu Dong had people notify the official listing of the Jinyi Writing Center on the Deep Space Network, and at the same time announced the specific information about the enrollment of the first "writing class".
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Chen Mobai saw the post, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. After graduation, he found a job in a state-owned bookstore. He thought he would be surrounded by books every day.
It was wonderful, but in fact the job was surprisingly boring, and I couldn't concentrate on reading.
I hang around in the workplace in a daze every day until I get off work, and I feel a little more alive at night.
Under normal circumstances, after dinner, he would surf the Internet for about two hours, read a book for two or three hours, and then go to bed.
"Jinyi Writing Center is officially today..."
Looking at the title of the official post, Chen Mobai suddenly became energetic and continued reading.
It turns out that Jin Yi has opened a writing center and is now recruiting students.
The conditions of the writing class were very good. The more Chen Mobai read about it, the more excited he became, but he suddenly felt weak when he saw it, because the announcement said that the writing class only recruits college students from Jinling City.
And Chen Mobai is not only not from Jinling, he has also graduated from university and become a member of society.
"well."
Chen Mobai let out a long sigh and turned to the bottom again to read the comments from netizens.
[Da Vinci’s Lockbox: The director of the writing center is Yu Dong. If I hadn’t graduated, I would also want to go. 】
[Wandering around the counties: Why, why didn’t it start last year? I’ve already graduated this year.]
[Signal light: Do you have to be a student?]
[Searcher: Not necessarily, but non-Jinling City college students need to be recommended by members of the writing center. In theory, there are nine places.]
[Taiyangxiaoguo: Isn’t this more difficult? Which of the members is someone we can match? 】
[Jin Mailang: Who is this Gu Qian? Why haven’t I heard of him before? 】
[Boss Hongsheng: A quite niche writer, I have known Mr. Yu Dong and the others for a long time. He showed up at the previous annual meeting.]
[Fengguojifeifei: I know this Gu Qian, he lives here.]
[Taiyangxiaguo: Is it true or false? Can you recommend it to me? 】
Chapter completed!