Most netizens say they want to know about the writing class, but in fact they are just joining in the fun and don't really want to go.
Although the conditions for writing classes are very good, they are not suitable for most people.
Not to mention students who are currently in school, only students from Jinling have this condition. As for those who are already working, it is almost impossible for them to spare six months for full-time study.
But Chen Mobai took it seriously. He was very dissatisfied with his current life. If he could enter a writing class, he could quit his job at any time and go to the past.
According to the normal enrollment conditions, he is definitely not within the scope, but there is another bright future, and now he has a glimmer of hope.
As long as he can find a member of the Jinyi Writing Center to recommend him, he can enter the writing class. Although it is not easy to get recommendations from these members, at least Chen Mobai has a direction to work towards.
Then Chen Mobai started writing frantically, writing a letter to all members of the Jinyi Writing Center. Before it was over, he also wrote to other people in Jinyi, such as the dean, the director of the drama department, the physical education teacher, and even
Even the doorman wrote it.
If the name can be found, write the name on the letter; if the name cannot be found, just write the job title.
He knew it was not good for him to cast a wide net like this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
In addition to writing letters, he would also leave messages online. He left his footprints on Jinyi's official website, Deep Space's official website, and the account posts where several members were exposed.
After the announcement of the recruitment of students in the writing class came out, it attracted a lot of people's attention. Although there were not many crazy people like Chen Mobai, many people had the idea of ​​​​recommending the quota for members of the writing center.
That night Yu Hua received a call.
The first call was from an old friend of their county cultural center, saying that he hoped Yu Hua would consider recommending the place to their county cultural center.
Just as the county cultural center hung up, the Jiaxing Federation of Literary and Art Circles called again.
Whether it was the County Cultural Center or the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles, they were Yu Hua's old employers. It was not good to refuse directly. If they both agreed, there wouldn't be a quota for them, so Yu Hua could only deal with it roughly.
Of course, after receiving these two calls, Yu Hua also understood that there must be other units or people looking for him later.
For these units, this writing class organized by Jinyi Writing Center is so attractive and a perfect gold-plating opportunity.
Whether it is the county cultural center, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, or local writers' associations, there are all kinds of new writers, and these writers especially need such opportunities.
Of course, Yu Hua was not the only one who received the call. Other members of the writing center also received calls from various parties.
Even Gu Qian, a marginalized figure in the literary circle, was found and made several phone calls.
After dealing with several units, Gu Qian couldn't help but sigh. It was the first time since he started writing that he felt so close to the literary circle, and all this was just because he held a spot in the writing class.
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He suddenly remembered Yu Dong's meaningful smile during the meeting. He didn't pay much attention to it before, but now he roughly understood what Yu Dong meant by "it will definitely come in handy."
After thinking about it for a while, Gu Qian called Yu Dong.
Yu Dong was not surprised at all when he received the call. He smiled and said, "Someone asked you for a quota. Have you decided who to give it to?"
"It's not good for anyone." Gu Qian muttered in a low voice.
"If you think it's not good to give it to anyone, then don't give it to anyone. Anyway, the right to deal with the quota is in your hands. When the writing center was established, I said that none of you can give it up," Yu Dong said in one sentence.
Everything Gu Qian wanted to say was stuck in his throat.
Gu Qian wanted to ask Yu Dong to take back his quota and not let him handle it anymore. He didn't want to please anyone or offend anyone.
But the reason why Yu Dong gave each of them a spot was because he wanted to tell them that after the writing center was established, they would all have a burden on their shoulders.
If everyone wants to give up and offend no one, how will the writing center develop in the future?
Especially Gu Qian, this guy has a loose temper. At best, he advocates freedom and is content with the situation; at worst, he is lazy.
Yu Dong wanted to cure their laziness.
After the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time, Yu Dong said again: "You like drinking and playing cards. If anyone wants a spot, why not let them play cards and drink with you. If they have a good time, give the spot to them."
"This... is not good. I like drinking and playing cards, and I can't joke about the quota. Forget it, let me think about it."
After saying that, Gu Qian hung up the phone. Yu Dong looked at the microphone with blind tone, smiled and shook his head, "This is Gu Qian."
Yu Hua sat opposite him and said with a smile, "Why don't you say something about playing cards and drinking to make him unhappy? This Lao Gu still needs some face."
Yu Dong nodded, "Well, it's not like you."
Yu Hua didn't refute, "If Lao Gu doesn't want the quota, why not give it to me and I'll handle it for him. There will be one for the County Cultural Center and the Jiaxing Federation of Literary and Art Circles."
"If you want it, go and tell Lao Gu yourself."
Yu Hua shook his head, "Forget it then, how about you give me your spot."
Yu Dong also shook his head, "There is already a candidate for my place."
"Has anyone chosen?" Yu Hua raised his eyebrows, "Is it for that boy Xu Zechen? He is your student, why should he go to the writer's class? It's not good to eat Xiaozao every day. Do you have to let him go to the cafeteria?"
"He wants to go too. In addition to being able to interact with us, he can also interact with some young writers or writing enthusiasts in the writing class. This is a good thing for him. But he can't use the quota I have.
Just go through the formal admissions channels, he still has this ability."
Yu Hua nodded in agreement, "That's true. If he applies for a writing class, he will definitely get in. Then who are you going to give this spot to? Do I know him?"
"Maybe I know him, maybe I don't know him."
"Talked nonsense."
Yu Dong smiled and asked: "Who are you going to give your quota to, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles or the Cultural Center?"
"It doesn't necessarily have to be given to both of them. There's still more than a month left. Then we'll see whoever really needs this spot, I'll give it to them."
"You are quite considerate of the center."
"It's not all about the center, it's also about myself. After all, they are the people recommended by me. If they perform well in the future, I will be proud of them. If they perform poorly, I will be embarrassed."
Yu Dong laughed and said, "It seems that I wrongly blamed you, but you still want to lose face."
"No."
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Since the news of the writing class was announced, Chen Mobai has been writing letters and posting comments online every day, but to no avail at all. Instead, he has attracted a lot of criticism. Most people are not very optimistic about him because they do not think writing is a good thing.
You can get a spot for yourself by writing a letter or shouting online.
Although Chen Mobai has been involved in the literature section of the website, he has published relatively few works, and the few relevant posts are essays or short essays. The writing is pretty good, but it is not eye-catching.
Netizens all believe that in order to get a recommendation spot, you must either have connections and be able to contact the writing center members, or you must have works of your own and impress these members with your works.
The old friends who played with Chen Mobai in the early days were all comforting him.
[Princess Yuezhi: Mo Bai, it’s okay, you’ve tried your best. At least you did what I wanted to do but didn’t dare to do. 】
[Flying to Big Stupid Bear: Indeed, I don’t even have the courage to sign up, but I still admire you.]
[Jin Kefan: I heard that there will be lectures behind their writing center, which are open to the public. Then we can go and watch them together.]
[Flying to the big stupid bear: Uh-huh.]
[Liu Jinfa: It seems that Yu Da has not been online recently, otherwise he will definitely notice when he sees your post. 】
[Jin Kefan: Yes, we were all in the same group before. 】
Seeing the comfort from these old friends, Chen Mobai in front of the computer showed a smile.
In fact, he was not very discouraged. He didn't have high hopes for this matter in the first place. Since he didn't have high hopes before, he wouldn't be too disappointed if there was no response now.
Princess Yuezhi was right. He tried his best and had no regrets. Everything was fine.
Sighing deeply, Chen Mobai was about to say good night to his friends, then turn off the computer and go to sleep, but a reply suddenly appeared in the post. When he saw the nickname of the person who replied, Chen Mobai's eyes widened.
[Dong Yudao: It’s so late and you still can’t sleep.]
Before Chen Mobai could react, there were several more replies below.
[Princess Yuezhi: Is this the true form of the boss? 】
[Liu Jinfa: I’ll go. Fortunately, I refreshed the page before turning off the computer. 】
[Flying Big Stupid Bear: I thought Yu Da’s vest was abandoned after it was exposed, but I didn’t expect it would be online again.]
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[Dong Yudao: I've always been here. I often dive to watch you chat, but I don't show my head. I know all the bad things you say about me.]
[Flying Big Stupid Bear: Don’t worry, Yu Da, I will never say anything bad about you, and they will never say anything bad either.]
[Spoon 8321: Haha, I’ve been diving too. I prove that they didn’t say anything bad about you. 】
[Ma Kai: Good evening, Teacher Yu. It turns out that there are so many people diving into posts like me.]
[Underlying fragrance floating: Haha, I am also a submarine. 】
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Chen Mobai was dumbfounded when he saw the new comments that kept popping up. He didn't expect that there were so many people diving in the post. As soon as Teacher Yu Dong showed his face, they followed suit.
Of course, in addition to those who were originally diving, there were also some people who were called over.
Yu Dong's appearance is a rare event, and many people shared it with their friends as soon as they saw it.
Most of the netizens who hang out on the Deep Space Network have Dongdong and Dongdong groups. They threw the news about Yu Dong's appearance into the Dongdong group, and soon attracted a large number of people to the post to watch.
Once there are more people, the replies in the post will become denser. Every time Chen Mobai refreshes, a bunch of new replies will appear. He has to slowly scroll up to find Yu Dong's reply.
New netizens who came in were also confused. They only saw the replies that kept refreshing. It took them a long time to find where Yu Dong's reply was.
As for the central figure in this incident, Yu Dong himself felt a headache as he looked at the replies that kept refreshing.
He expected that his appearance would attract the attention of some netizens, but he did not expect that the response would be so fast and violent.
Well now, among the dense replies, he could no longer find replies from the old members of the "Hunting Yudong Group".
He wanted to put Chen Mobai's matter aside and interact with other netizens first so that they wouldn't be disappointed after hearing the news, but the speed at which the replies came out gave him no room to insert.
After thinking about it, Yu Dong could only choose to read the original poster. Instantly, the entire post became much cleaner, with only Chen Mobai's reply remaining.
Yu Dong clicked on Chen Mobai's profile picture and sent a private message to Chen Mobai.
[Dong Yudao: Mo Bai, where are you? 】
Chen Mobai was trying to find Yu Dong's reply when a private message suddenly came in. He quickly opened it.
It turned out to be from Teacher Yu.
Ask me where I am? What do you mean?
I'm at home?
Chen Mobai shook his head. Teacher Yu definitely didn't want this answer.
[Chen Mobai: I’m in Jiuzi.]
[Dong Yudao: Oh, it’s not far from Jinling. If you have time to come to Jinling this weekend, let’s talk about your entry into the writing class. 】
Seeing the content of the private message, Chen Mobai felt like he was dreaming.
For the first time in his life, Chen Mobai felt like a pie was falling from the sky. He was a little dizzy from being hit by this piece of pie. He didn't know how to reply to Yu Dong's private message.
After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Mobai carefully typed on the keyboard.
[Chen Mobai: Teacher Yu, can I really enter? 】
[Dong Yudao: Whether we can enter or not, we can only confirm after we meet. I have read your articles and some literary reviews. You are talented.]
Talent... Chen Mobai himself couldn't believe that he had talent.
He loves literature and writing, but he does not feel that he has much talent in literature. If his articles can gain some recognition, it is only after he has put in several times of hard work.
But when he saw Yu Dong saying that he had talent, for some reason, he suddenly felt that there was something extra in him, as if something like talent had sprouted in his body.
If Yu Dong knew how Chen Mobai felt at this time, he would definitely laugh. He was not fooling Chen Mobai or simply trying to encourage Chen Mobai, but he really thought that Chen Mobai was talented.
First of all, Chen Mobai’s reading volume is large enough, which is the foundation of a writer.
Secondly, although what Chen Mobai wrote is not mature enough, there are some parts that are very thoughtful. However, even Chen Mobai himself does not know the personalized content reflected in his article, let alone express and carry forward it.
The current Chen Mobai is just a piece of rough jade with a slightly fuzzy shape. As long as the outer layer of impurities is removed, it can be made into a jade.
People like Chen Mobai are exactly the kind of students the writing class needs.
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Chapter completed!