Lin Xiaoguang came back from Director Yu's house, took the imperial edict, and immediately found Zhao Ziyu.
The great man said it well, what is politics? Politics is to destroy the enemy's few people and to destroy one's own people more.
If he wants to achieve a career in the Tsinghua Literary Society, he cannot just rely on working alone. He must establish a united front and win over and divide the original society's top leaders.
The first person he targeted was Zhao Ziyu, and it was time to have a serious talk with her.
So, one summer evening, after class, Lin Xiaoguang took the initiative to invite Zhao Ziyu to go for a walk in the Old Summer Palace.
Zhao Ziyu didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually agreed.
At this moment, the two of them were walking side by side among the pavilions and pavilions. Lin Xiaoguang turned his head to look at her from time to time, and suddenly he realized that he was as tall as her.
"Lin Xiaoguang, what do you want from me?" Zhao Ziyu took the initiative to speak after a long while of silence.
"Classmate Zhao, you are too foreign. We experienced last winter together, the war without gunpowder, so we can be regarded as comrades in the trenches." Lin Xiaoguang smiled warmly.
"I'm a foreigner? No, if I remember correctly, I regard you as a comrade, but you regard me as an enemy." Zhao Ziyu stared at him with wide eyes and looked at him in surprise, with a very innocent expression.
This woman must be too vindictive. It has been so long.
Lin Xiaoguang sighed, stared at Zhao Ziyu, and said sincerely: "Let the past go by. Besides, we are both comrades-in-arms and fellow countrymen, and you are still my sister's best friend. In this foreign land where we have no relatives."
, we rely on each other, so let’s put aside our prejudices and face the future together, okay?”
"Lin Xiaoguang, are you serious?" Zhao Ziyu became serious and looked at him up and down, very suspicious.
In the first half year, she didn't know how many olive branches she had secretly offered, but this guy's reaction was so bland and lukewarm. To this day, there is always a gap between the two. Even with Lin Xiaoyun's help, they still can't be intimate.
"Of course it's true. We are all adults. I used to be quite childish. I'm sorry." Lin Xiaoguang laughed at himself.
His look made Zhao Ziyu fall silent.
After a moment, she raised her head, her eyes drifting away from his face, and finally a bright smile appeared on her face: "It's good, I have no objection."
She actually wanted to say, "I'm sorry, I'm too arrogant," but the girl's pride and reserve prevented her from speaking.
Lin Xiaoguang stared at her face and suddenly laughed: "Zhao Ziyu, I found that you are quite good at pretending. When you see me lowering my head, you are obviously very happy, but you still pretend not to care."
"Lin Xiaoguang, you are so annoying!" Zhao Ziyu was immediately filled with shame and anger when he revealed his thoughts, and screamed and rushed towards her.
A woman is desperate for her life when she goes crazy. How could Lin Xiaoguang sit still and wait for death? He immediately ran away, but he controlled his speed just enough not to be caught up by Zhao Ziyu, and he would not open too much distance, giving her hope but not letting her succeed.
Finally, she was exhausted from being teased.
That night, they went back together and separated only when they reached a fork in the road.
During this period, Lin Xiaoguang did not mention anything about the reorganization of the Tsinghua Literary Society, not at all.
In this way, in the next few days, he played the emotional card and took the initiative to help Zhao Ziyu improve in his studies. He would also help Zhao Ziyu after class. He would ask her to go for a run in the morning, and even asked Lin Xiaoyun and Yang Lan to go out with her on weekends.
Play.
In this way, he finally became Zhao Ziyu's good friend and the relationship was very close.
On this day, Lin Xiaoguang was reading the new issue of "Unnamed Lake" published by the May Fourth Literary Society. After Zhao Ziyu saw it, he was originally very interested, but suddenly his expression became depressed.
"What's wrong? Who made our squad leader unhappy?"
"You traitor, the squad leader is already in a bad mood. You put "Weiming Lake" in front of her again. Isn't this intentional?" Bai Yang glared at him.
Lin Xiaoguang understood immediately. He put away the magazine and stared at a few people: "What? The Tsinghua Literature Society is not publishing smoothly?"
"It didn't go well. There were too few manuscripts." Gu Min shook his head.
"Then why do you think there are so few manuscripts?"
"Who doesn't know this? We are a polytechnic school and there are not many people with literary talents." Bai Yang rolled his eyes.
"Perhaps, maybe your positioning is wrong?"
"What position?" Gu Min became interested.
"Let me tell you this, for example, when we write a paper, who is the paper for? Teacher, right? And as for the social journal, who are the articles in it for?" Lin Xiaoguang was good at teaching in a step-by-step manner.
"Nonsense, of course I'm a student."
"What kind of students? To be more precise, college students, college students in Peking, college students in Tsinghua, and to be more precise, college students with certain attainments in literature. How many such people can there be in the entire Tsinghua University? Is there a hundred? One hundred
How many of them can submit articles?"
Zhao Ziyu seemed to understand what he meant: "You mean, there are too few readers? There are too few authors?"
"Yes, your threshold is set too high and the positioning is inaccurate. Peking University is a comprehensive school and they have the strength to do this. But Tsinghua cannot. The threshold must be set lower. For niche literature, we can't compare to the May Fourth Movement.
So we can only engage in popular literature." Lin Xiaoguang talked eloquently.
"If you blindly imitate "Weiming Lake", you will not achieve success in the field of niche literature. On the contrary, you must create your own characteristics and let a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend."
Zhao Ziyu was thoughtful.
After returning home, Zhao Ziyu thought about it for several days, and finally made up his mind to find an opportunity to talk to some ministers within the club to see if the threshold could be lowered.
"No, they said that changing the style rashly would have a bad impact and go against the tradition of Tsinghua Literature Society."
The development of reality is very inertial, such as the upcoming reform and opening up, and the current reorganization of Tsinghua Literature Society. Many people are accustomed to operating according to inertia. To a certain extent, being conservative is congenital. If you want to change direction, just
It requires a lot of energy, like a particle jump.
Lin Xiaoguang knew this very well, so when Zhao Ziyu found him again, he directly told him the solution.
"Reorganize Tsinghua Literature Society?"
"Yes, it's a reorganization. I've been thinking about it these past few days and wrote some things. You can take them back and have a look. If you think it's feasible, you can propose it at the club meeting. But I guess it won't be passed within the club, so I'll stick with it.
We have to rely on external forces. For example, we can find teachers from the Youth League Committee or leaders of the humanities department." Lin Xiaoguang finally showed his fox tail.
Zhao Ziyu looked at the reorganization plan seriously and raised his head after a long time.
"Xiaoguang, why don't you come to Tsinghua Literature Society to help me? I dare not agree to anything else. I am still confident that there is a deputy director in the editorial department."
"Okay, actually I'm not very interested in club affairs. I mainly want to help you." Lin Xiaoguang smiled warmly and looked directly into Zhao Ziyu's eyes with clear eyes.
Inexplicably, Zhao Ziyu's face turned red and she couldn't help but lower her head.
"Then it's settled. Tomorrow you write an application for joining the club, and then I'll get you familiar with the fellow club members. You have to get along well with them. I'll leave first. See you tomorrow."
Then, she hurriedly left without looking back.
Lin Xiaoguang looked at her back and watched her leave, but sighed: "Director Yu, you said you could be more simple and rude and just promote me to president. You, Teacher Yu, too, insist on me keeping a low profile. Now