"Little classmate," the old professor said happily.
"There is no good or bad thing about writing. You should be more confident - I think what I write is good, I have the courage to submit what I write, and readers like what I write..."
"that's enough."
"I haven't read it yet, so why don't you take a step back and say it's not well written... This is not good. Little girls should be energetic and prosperous! Don't be afraid of being proud! Besides, if it's really not well written, it's a big deal.
If people don’t look at it, what are you afraid of!”
Ding Wei's face turned red.
It was the first time she had received such a self-confidence education, so her heart was swollen at the moment, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
This has never happened to Ding Wei, who has always been a talkative person.
And when she looked around, she found that the classmates in the class were also looking at her with wide eyes.
After all, no one has guessed which novel she wrote so far, so the arrangement of a supporting role is naturally out of reach.
Ding Wei's confidence in writing suddenly spread, and she went from enjoying herself to becoming more relaxed.
She thought to herself that although she could not be sure of the significance of her novel from a literary perspective, at least it was not too bad in terms of business. Therefore, she was already better than many people in terms of writing skills, so why did she not dare to speak openly about it?
Woolen cloth?
Humility is a word that sometimes becomes boring if you say it too much.
Her face was red, but her eyes were shining, and she said in a clear voice: "Thank you for your attention, my pen name is Jingran Youlian. Currently, I have two works serialized in "The Floating World", namely...
"
Of course, "The Boss" must not be told, otherwise it would be terrible if the professor saw it...
The classroom has become lively.
"Damn it, it's all in order!"
"It's actually very orderly!"
"Ding Wei is so awesome...I really didn't expect it, I thought she was a great god..."
"Has Mingyu returned to his family? And Zhan Cheng, how will he deal with those classmates who bully him..."
Lu Li sat silently in the back row. There was no one in front of or behind her at this moment, and even the air in this area seemed to be much quieter.
At this moment, she was more inconspicuous than dust.
The old professor was stunned, looked at his eager classmates, and said cheerfully: "Oh, it seems I have to take a closer look - you see, so many people like your works."
He changed his tone: "In this case, you can tell everyone about Li Bai, so that you understand Li Bai."
Ding Wei:……
Professor, you haven't forgotten the topic yet!
…
but……
Ding Wei looked at this amiable professor with a mischievous look in her eyes:
"Ahem, then I'll just... talk about it casually?"
Seeing her little expression, the professor also looked forward to it: "Tell me, whatever you want, I won't interrupt you, just tell me what you think."
Ding Wei gave a dry cough with a strange expression: "Li Bai is a very proud person. He feels very good about himself. He's great!"
"How good is it? That's simply incomprehensible! As you know, his eyes are not on his face, but on the top of his head. He feels that there is nothing in the world that he can't handle. The professor just said
I want to be confident, and I think Li Bai’s self-confidence has reached its peak..."
"There is a sentence he wrote that everyone appreciates: With economic talent, you can resist the rule of law, literature can change customs, and learning can study heaven and man... Does this sentence sound confident? Do you remember where it was written?
In the self-recommendation letter - this is just like when we go to a company to apply for a job, the HR asks: What are your strengths?"
"Let's answer: There are too many advantages. I am the second Einstein, and the world revolves around me..."
The classroom burst into laughter.
"Li Baifeng Ping was killed..."
"No, Einstein said I didn't say that!"
"Oh my gosh..."
Ding Wei stopped after saying this - this was taught in a class by Professor Dai in her previous life. She just said a few words, but she was embarrassed to say more.
The old professor's eyes were already shining: "Ding Wei, your idea is very novel! I suddenly have a strong curiosity about your novel!"
Ding Wei blushed: "Actually, this is not what I said, it was a professor from Putuo Normal University who said it..."
But the old professor was still very happy: "If you can remember it, it proves that there is indeed this concept..."
When get out of class was over, the old professor asked while packing up his tea cup textbooks: "Students, what is the name of the magazine Ding Wei mentioned just now..."
"I have it, I have it!"
The two boys in the front row immediately handed over the books and said very enthusiastically: "Professor, look, these two stories are written by Ding Wei. They are very interesting, especially this one, "The Starry Sky of the Great Era". I have read it five times.
Already..."
However, as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his arms tended to retract more and more.
The old professor then retracted his gaze from looking at him: "I've seen it a long time ago. You, a little classmate, found what I said boring in class, so you read this book over and over again... I originally wanted to borrow it and read it."
classmate:(?????)
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The old professor took away the almost-thumbed magazine without hesitation, and then said slowly: "I'll sit here next time, and I'll ask you a few questions..."
At this moment, the precious male student from the Chinese Department stood in front, his body gradually stiffening.
…
Of course, they were not alone. In the last row, Lu Li also sat there in silence, as stiff as if she had lost consciousness.
The manuscript paper in front of her was blank, as if her mind was chaotic and empty of anything.
Ding Wei... is actually Jingran Wenlian?
So, if she said before that she couldn't compare to Jing Ran Youli, she must have laughed at herself for a long time, right?
Is it fun to think of yourself as a clown?
Is it fun to play with your own heart?
Lu Li took a deep breath and opened the book "Youth". The plot of "The Boss" was once again drawn to her skillfully as her inspiration——
So what if she is in order?
Now my writing is getting better and better, and I have found the state. Sooner or later, I will write better than her!
Another wave of inspiration emerged. She lay on the table and wrote furiously, gradually forgetting the pain in her arms and the pain in her heart.
It wasn't until the end of the new chapter that Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head——
13:00!!!
She has a one-hour tutoring class at noon!
In the community where the school is located three stops away, there is a senior high school student!
She stood up like crazy, hurriedly piled everything on the table into her bag, and then rushed out——
The class was originally scheduled to start at 1 o'clock...
Lu Li gritted her teeth: If we can get there at 1:30, we can extend today's class to 2:30, and the students' class time will not be lost.
As for the advanced mathematics class in the afternoon... if you can make it, you can attend it. If you can't, forget it. Since you won't call your name, if you don't come once in a while, it should be fine.
