Zhao Ziyu went to contact Pan Hong, and Lin Xiaoguang was not idle either. He was planning to launch the Pan Youth Literature Alliance project.
In order to reduce the official attention to this organization, he had to change its name. When discussing with Yang Lan, he mentioned this: "Xiao Lan, it's almost time to start the Readers Association now."
"Readers Association?"
"Yes, it is another name for the Pan Youth Literature Alliance. Just like the Film Critics Association, we find an agent in each school, and he will come forward to register the Readers Association. When all the schools in Peking are registered, it will be almost
My Youth Digest is ready."
"Oh, then am I the one to come to Peking University?" Yang Lan's eyes were burning.
"Peking University is very important. You must be the one to do it. I don't trust others." Lin Xiaoguang smiled warmly.
Yang Lan fell silent for a moment, lowered her head, and pondered for a long time before whispering: "I'm afraid I can't do it."
She is a good child. She has rarely done anything out of the ordinary since she was a child. She has always behaved herself, especially in school. She only does things related to study and keeps away from anything else.
After arriving at Peking University, other classmates were busy joining clubs and doing this and that, but she had none.
At most, she served as the newspaper reader for the class's political study group and the political counselor of the Peking University Affiliated Primary School. Others, she helped Lin Xiaoguang with suggestions. This was the first time that she was actually the founder.
"You can do it, believe in yourself." Lin Xiaoguang looked at her quietly.
He knew that according to his cousin's quiet and gentle personality, this kind of thing would really test her.
"You didn't believe you could get into Tsinghua University and Peking University before. You haven't gotten into it yet, and you are better than me and my sister. You got into Peking University. You can even get into Peking University, what else can't you do?"
"But, that's because of you!" Yang Lan's eyes turned into crescent moons, she raised her head and looked straight at him.
"I'm with you now. Really, you can do it. It's really not difficult to create a club. But if it doesn't work, I can help you and we'll face it together." Lin Xiaoguang stared at her with a doting look on his face.
Touching her head fondly, Yang Lan was a little shy and finally agreed: "Okay, I'll give it a try."
The establishment of the Readers Association at Peking University was established. After Lin Xiaoguang returned to Tsinghua, he talked to Chen Yiming about establishing the Tsinghua Readers Association.
At this time, Zhao Ziyu brought good news: "Pan Hong has agreed, and she can stand on our side."
"Okay." Lin Xiaoguang's reaction was flat. He was not surprised by this result. If Pan Hong was really ignorant and stood on the opposition of the people, even if he took action again, Teacher Yu would have nothing to say.
"Have you been in contact with Qi Mingyuan?"
"I have also contacted him. He may have heard some rumors and his attitude has softened. I listen to what he means. He can stay out of the affairs of the society and fully delegate power to us, but the Tsinghua Literature Society cannot touch it."
Zhao Ziyu didn’t know what to say.
Originally, if Qi Mingyuan had been opposed and had a firm attitude, it would not matter. If he really couldn't win over it, then he would be dismissed from get out of class. But this person is also very smart and will change his attitude immediately when he sees that the trend is wrong.
This really put her in a dilemma, whether to keep this person or not change her plan and just let him go.
Lin Xiaoguang saw that she was hesitant and helpless, so he had to encourage her.
"The great man once said that it is better to chase down the poor bandits with the remaining brave men than to be known as academic overlords. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to us. If we do not take this opportunity to kill him, we only have the right to speak in the Youth Digest, and the Tsinghua Literature Society will still
He decides when to take back the power, it is not a matter of a word from him as the president."
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Ziyu couldn't bear it, but still nodded, with an ugly face: "Then I should go to him and ask him to take the initiative to resign?"
"No."
Lin Xiaoguang thought for a while and shook his head: "Let Pan Hong go."
"Why?" Zhao Ziyu looked at him, a little confused, but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who will benefit the most from killing Qi Mingyuan? It's not Pan Hong. She can be a captain this time, so she can help. She can't just eat and do nothing. She can't provide help when it's time, and add fuel to the fire. It's time for her to take action.
It's time, let her go."
Lin Xiaoguang raised his head and looked at the sunset: "If you want to stand on our side, you must have a certificate of nomination. Qi Mingyuan is a certificate of nomination."
The matter was decided happily.
A few days later, Qi Mingyuan had just finished class when his class instructor called him out and had a chat with him.
"Mingyuan, you will be a senior next semester and are about to graduate. Your grades when you graduate will determine which unit you are assigned to. This matter is so important that I don't need to tell you. Look,
Look at you, your grades are neither good nor bad, I heard you are still running a literary club, what time is it now, can you still act like this?"
"How did you get into Tsinghua University? You have to know it for yourself. In terms of talent and hard work, can you compare with the freshmen from Class 77 and Class 78? Since you can't compare, why don't you study hard?"
The class teacher's sincere words, his attitude of hating iron, and the cruelty of reality made Qi Mingyuan a little upset.
However, before long, after returning to Tsinghua Literature Club, the instructor Li Weihua, whom he had not seen for a long time, asked someone to call him to his office for some reason.
After entering the door, Teacher Li did not talk too much and said directly: "Mingyuan, you have served as the president of Tsinghua Literature Society for the past two years and you have worked hard. I can see it. There is hard work without credit, but ah, I
It seems that you have not made much progress in your thinking. Have you studied the spirit of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles meeting not long ago and the Double Hundred Policy?"
After talking for a long time, Teacher Li finally said: "Many club cadres came to me and they have opinions on you. However, there are still conflicts among the people. I hope you can properly handle the relationship between classmates. Don't do it."
It becomes a contradiction between ourselves and the enemy."
"Otherwise, when the time comes, it won't just be resolved by you taking the initiative to resign. Don't let the Youth League Committee interfere."
"You, now that you are about to be a senior, it's time to give the students below you a chance."
Teacher Li was kind and persuasive, and seemed to have his best interests at heart.
"This time the matter is bigger, and I can't help it. Mingyuan, you are a good person, but you were born at the wrong time. This is no longer the era of workers, peasants, soldiers, and students, and you are not suitable for this."
At the end, Teacher Li said a word of relief.
It was hard for Qi Mingyuan to believe that all the teachers had favored him before. Why did the teacher's attitude change in the blink of an eye? There were also rumors in the club. He went from being the president of the Tsinghua Literary Society in the limelight to being shunned by everyone.
As a quasi-former president, things have changed too quickly.
Has he failed to keep up with the times?
Qi Mingyuan recalled more than half a year ago. Since the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles meeting in May, when did opposition begin to appear within the society?
His mind was spinning, and he thought of someone.
Zhao Ziyu, it was after she proposed the reorganization plan that the trend began to change.
On the way back to the dormitory, he thought slowly and walked until he walked to the dormitory building, only to find that he, the first person under the president, Executive Vice President Pan Hong, was standing downstairs waiting for him.
"Let's talk?" Pan Hong's eyes were calm and expressionless.
At this moment, Qi Mingyuan seemed to have guessed her purpose of coming: "That's fine."
The two chatted and talked about the things they had done in the literary club together in the past few years. Some were happy and some were disappointed. They still vividly remember it. The two chatted until very late, but they always finished their words until the night.
Deep, it ends.
"Comrade Pan Hong, goodbye." Standing downstairs in the dormitory, Qi Mingyuan watched her leave.