Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 124 What a grand event!
"What's going on? Why haven't the costumes come down yet?"

"When you get nervous, you go to the toilet. When you get nervous, you go to the toilet. Can you be more mature?!"

"I'll emphasize the gestures again! Boys, put your right fist inside and your left hand outside. Girls, put your right fist on top of your left fist. Don't get the order wrong."

"Teacher - aren't we making too little spicy and sour lemon chicken feet? It's only about four or five pounds at most."

Wait, every club has its own troubles, but these feelings are not the same. Gu Lu can only "gloat over other people's misfortunes" because he doesn't need to do anything.

He was not a core member of the basketball club, so he was not required to watch over the pitching activities. Gu Lu was just like an ordinary student, visiting as a "tourist".

“Tourists” also include parents of registered students and people from the society. The latter are journalists invited by the school, people in the field of culture and education, or outstanding alumni.

The correspondents assigned to the Young Pioneers are still the familiar reporter Wang, and photographer Miao. Reporter Wang occasionally takes photos when interviewing news, but his more accurate position is text editing, and he is not good at photography.

"Although No. 8 Middle School holds a school anniversary every year, this year's is particularly grand - is that Chairman Mo?" Photographer Miao saw an important figure.

It’s rather cumbersome to refer to the two reporters as Miao She and Wang Ji.

"Brother Wang, what are you looking at? Look over here." Miao She noticed that his companion was looking away, so he immediately called out twice.

"What Chairman Mo?" Wang Ji came back to his senses. He seemed to have seen an acquaintance just now, but there were too many people in the school today and he couldn't see clearly.

"The vice chairman of the Fog City Writers Association is Mo Huaiqi!" Miao She said.

As soon as the name came out, Wang Ji reacted. He was considered a well-known writer in the foggy city at the national level. He was even more famous in the Jiangnan region because his essay "Walking" was included in the textbooks of Jiangsu and Shanghai Education Editions. The content was about a family of four going out for a walk and having a disagreement over whether to take the main road or the small road.

There is a very classic sentence in it, "My mother is old, she has long been accustomed to obeying her strong son; my son is still young, he is still accustomed to obeying his tall father; as for my wife, she always listens to me outside."

"No. 3 Middle School and Bashu Middle School are eyeing us closely. In order to maintain our leading position, we need to show our excellence in all aspects." Miao She made a comprehensive analysis of the reasons. "The emergence of the Internet has allowed parents to know what famous foreign schools are like. Therefore, they not only have requirements for the admission rate, but also attach importance to the development of students' hobbies."

It seems to make sense, but Wang Ji disagrees. This conclusion is from a condescending perspective. Ordinary parents only care about the admission rate of their children. They have tried their best to get their children into a good high school, and they don't care about their other specialties and hobbies.

However, his partner had a good family background since childhood, and what he knew was only within his own scope of knowledge, so Wang Ji did not argue with him. This school celebration was more grand than the entire ten-year school celebration. He was the vice chairman of the Fog City Writers Association and was also the "Everyday 630", which seemed more like a show-off...

"Come and try our baseball. If you can hit our pitcher's ball, you will get a reward."

Whether it is in the indoor gymnasium or on the playground, there are many club activities.

"No, no." Dad Xiao quickly rejected the baseball club's invitation to the event.

"The atmosphere at No. 8 Middle School is really great, and the admission rate is also high." Gu's mother murmured.

"Yan Fei, I didn't expect your child to be so outstanding that he could go to No. 8 Middle School." Xiao's father said, "I often heard you say that Gu Lu was very naughty and didn't like to study. I think this is very outstanding, isn't it?"

"I only found out about it when No. 8 Middle School called and invited me to attend." Gu's mother laughed, "Besides, he is only good at writing essays. He may not be able to get into a good university after graduation."

"Jia Yu can also work hard to get into this school in the future," said Xiao's father.

"Yangyang didn't get into Bashu Middle School, so Jiayu certainly won't be able to do that either." Mother Gu said, "She's just a little clever."

Xiao Yang is Xiao Yang, Gu Jiayu is Gu Jiayu, and they can't be compared. Xiao's father changed the subject, "Which class is Gu Lu in? Let's go and see."

Which class? Gu's mother really didn't know. "The whole school is holding a school celebration now. You won't be able to see them in your class. Let's go to other places."

The parties involved had no idea that Principal Chang's "good intentions led to bad results". To be more precise, Gu Lu was not yet in a position to have the principal's involvement before doing anything.

Gu Lu plans to go to the animation club first. It is said that this club has worked together to create an original comic.

When I walked into the Grade 2 () classroom, I saw posters all over the wall. There were posters of “Cloud Bread”, “One Piece”, “Naruto”, “Lucky Five”, “Gintama”, etc., all the popular anime in recent years.

The concentration of the second dimension exceeds the standard!
However, some familiar characters are missing in the poster. Not only is there no "Detective Conan" in the parallel world, there is not even "The Case Files of Young Kindaichi". Without the two great death gods of Tokyo, the comics world is really lacking a lot of excitement.

The names of Conan Edogawa and Kogoro Mori are both from Edogawa Ranpo and his work Akechi Kogoro. Although Kindaichi is based on Kosuke Kindaichi, the manga was actually influenced by Ranpo's novels. The prototype of the villain Takato in the manga is from the Phantom Thief Twenty Faces, and the gold medal supporting role Kengo Akechi is also from Kogoro Akechi, needless to say.

Gu Lu thought, when he draws more works of Edogawa Ranpo and translates them into Japanese, will there be two Tokyo Death Gods in this world? On second thought, he felt that he was thinking too much. Now he has not even left his hometown, let alone overseas influence.

"Brother Gulu, you must have come all the way here to see me." Tian Xiao greeted him warmly, "Our comics club's original comics are guaranteed to be good-looking."

Tian Xiao took out a comic book that the club had copied themselves, called "Chronicles of the Jianghu of No. 8 Middle School", which was a martial arts comic, in which the teachers and influential figures of No. 8 Middle School were adapted into people in the martial arts world.

Just like the freshman representative Zhou Lin, the character in the comics is a genius female knight of Mingjian Villa! The villain in the comics is Principal Chang...

“I would be so happy if Gu Jiayu was written into the story as a female hero.” Gu Lu flipped through the book for a while and found that the fighting scenes were clearly imitating the style of Toriyama Akira’s Dragon Ball, but it was still a bit far from it, and there was nothing new in the plot either.

"How is it? Can it be comparable to the martial arts comics "Legend of the Sword Dragon"? " Tian Xiao asked confidently.

Based on Gu Lu's day and night understanding of the new world, he has a pretty clear understanding of the changes caused by the flapping of the butterfly effect's wings.

"Legend of the Blade Dragon" is the most popular Hong Kong comic in the world. It was made into a TV series, and the influence of the comic even extended to mainland China and Japan.

It's just one less dragon than the Legend of Dragon Blade. Gu Lu changed the subject and asked, "Why am I not included? Is it because I'm not standing high enough?"

To be honest, as his former deskmate's record in writing, he could at least be a respected master in "The Story of Eighth Middle School" right? But the other people in the comics club didn't know how tough he was.

"Our "Chronicles of the Jianghu of No. 8 Middle School" is written based on the students interviewed by Time Radio." A male voice suddenly came.

"President Guan." Tian Xiao greeted, "This is Gu Lu from our class. He wrote a very good composition and won a prize."

Guan Qianzhuo, the president of the comics club, doesn't look like a otaku at all. On the contrary, he has a sunny face and is full of life. He looks like the bad guy who uses sugar-coated bullets to trick the fat otaku out of his lair, and then kills the otaku with cruel reality!
"Oh." Guan Qianzhuo said, "There are many excellent students in our school, but there are not so many characters in the comics, so we can't take care of them all."

This is quite true.

"What we have completed is the first part of 'The Chronicles of the Jianghu of Eighth Middle School'. There is also a second part." Guan Qianzhuo said in a comforting tone, "It is expected to be completed next year. As long as you can accept the interview with Time Machine Radio, we will definitely arrange a handsome role for you."

"There really was an interview with Time Radio. Zhang Liwan came to interview him before, but he refused." Tian Xiao, his former deskmate, immediately added.

"Then it would be best if you don't refuse next time. After all, it's a rule we set before, and I can't break it even if I'm the president." Guan Qianzhuo smiled gently, "If you have any suggestions on the plot, please let us know and we'll take our time."

Guan Qianzhuo did not explicitly say that he did not believe Gu Lu's refusal to be interviewed by Time Radio. He just asked Tian Xiao to greet the classmates well, and then he went to take care of other matters in the club.

The family is either in business or politics. Gu Lu had a preliminary judgment about the president's family.

"I should have agreed earlier. President Guan accepted an interview with Time Radio because he was a three-good student in Sha District in his second year of high school." Tian Xiao said. He didn't realize that the president didn't believe what he had just said.

In his opinion, the most interesting plot of "The Story of Eighth Middle School" is that the villain Jianghu Judge asked the martial artists to take an exam, but most of them failed and were killed by the judge.

According to Tian Xiao, the prototype of the Judge was Guan Qianzhuo's class teacher.

"Some of the plots are interesting, while others are rather lengthy. Was this story written by one person?" Gu Lu asked.

"Of course not. We have three people who write stories." Tian Xiao coughed twice and said loudly, "I'm embarrassed to say that I'm one of them."

Gu Lu gave a thumbs up in agreement. Soon, he also left the comics club, after all, there were so many interesting clubs in the school that he hadn't visited.

"The school anniversary of No. 8 Middle School is very close to the Japanese Academy Festival. Before coming to No. 8 Middle School, I watched anime such as Kaguya-sama: Love is War and Hyouka, and I always thought they were just foreign versions of Japanese anime. I didn't expect that I would be able to play the genuine version this time!"

Gu Lu walked and stopped, and finally arrived at the Astronomy Club.

The astronomy club is quite boring.

Several planet models were made and hung on the ceiling, and members of the astronomy club gave some popular science explanations nearby.

In the Grade 5 () classroom, the Cooking Master Boys’ Cooking Club caught the pandas Wei Jiao and Zhou Lin. The former came to support their good friends in the Cooking Club, while the latter just wanted to get some food.

"Is there any progress on the Model United Nations?" Gu Lu asked quietly, also wanting to know whether his reputation was useful or not.

"The president doesn't want to go with me to register for the Fog City Model United Nations Conference. I plan to wait until this week's holiday, prepare the information and go alone." While Zhou Lin was speaking, he did not forget to gnaw on a chicken foot.

Why was the president of the Model United Nations unwilling? Obviously, he was afraid of failure. Even adults know not to do things that will fail, let alone students. But Zhou Lin showed the determination to not turn back until he hits the wall.

"Xuan Rou, you are actually in the culinary club! What it means to not judge a person by his appearance is this: your elbows are wider than a spatula. I'm afraid you will bankrupt the culinary club if you stay in it." Zeng Jie happened to pass by, and he spoke out what Gu Lu was thinking.

After all, Ma Xuanyou, who practices shot put, is so big that he doesn't look like a cook. He is so big and strong that he looks like a pot-smasher. "Is this the Juxialou opened by Fairy Bei, the mother of Little Chef Liu Maoxing in the comics? The real prototype is the Juxianglou in Chaotianmen, the foggy city." Ma Xuanyou said, "Do you know who opened the Juxianglou?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Lu, Zhou Lin, Zeng Jie, Wei Jiao and everyone else present were stunned. Could it be?
"I don't know who opened Juxianglou." Ma Xuanyou panted heavily as he spoke, "But my grandfather used to learn the craft at Juxianglou, and the skill was passed on to my father, and my father passed it on to me."

Is this true? It seems a little unreliable.

The food prepared by the culinary club was simple, because complex food could not be made on site. French fries, fried chicken strips, vegetable salad, spicy and sour lemon chicken feet, and braised chicken wings. The sauce for the braised chicken wings was prepared by Ma Xuanyou, and it tasted really good, which added some credibility to Ma Xuanyou's previous words.

From 1:00 to 3:00 p.m., "tourists" have free time and can freely experience all the activities prepared by the clubs.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, it's time for stage performances and leaders' speeches. Even the core members of the club who are preparing for activities should come to watch the performances.

Suddenly the small auditorium was bustling with activity.

"It's amazing that students nowadays can actually play the flute."

"I saw our dog. He's a coolie pushing a dummy in the Kendo Club, but he's pretty handsome."

"I saw so many reporters holding cameras and filming. Will we be on TV?"

"It's not just reporters. Look ahead, leaders are here too."

Students and parents were seated first come, first served, and later had to stand. As long as they could see the stage clearly, it was fine. They chatted with each other in their dialect mixed with Sichuan-flavored Mandarin. The word "gou'er" means "good boy" in some places in Sichuan and Chongqing, and is a very affectionate way for parents to call their children.

The invited social figures and school leaders were arranged with seats, and the first two rows were the best viewing seats, which were definitely reserved.

Just like next to Principal Chang sat Mo Huaiqi and the leaders of the Education Bureau, and behind them was Wu Du. As a guiding teacher, he was able to sit in the front row because he was able to invite the vice chairman of the Fog City Writers Association to act as a go-between.

The "Everyday 630" reporter team set up the camera, and the on-site host found the lens and prepared to start recording news material.

Other print media reporters also took a lot of photos in the previous few hours, so there are enough pictures.

"What a pity, we didn't find Xiao Gu..." Wang Ji said in a low voice.

"Brother Wang, what did you say? Speak louder. The small auditorium is too noisy and I can't hear you." Miao She said.

"It's okay, just take good pictures and capture more wonderful shots of the students." Wang Ji said, and then Miao She made an OK gesture.

In fact, Wang Ji was still looking around, but classmate Gu Lu had not even arrived at the auditorium yet.

With two tests of the microphone, the speech in the small auditorium began.

"Welcome to all the teachers, students, gentlemen and ladies, welcome to No. 8 Middle School to participate in the 74th founding celebration of No. 8 Middle School."

The on-site emcee was Yan Ting, a high school sophomore and vice president of the Etiquette Model Club. She spoke very clearly and her Mandarin was free of a Sichuan pepper accent.

"Now, please invite Principal Chang to give a speech for this school anniversary event."

The emcee left the stage and the principal came on stage.

Principal Chang gave a speech: "This year marks the 74th anniversary of the founding of Wudu No. Middle School. The mission is on our shoulders. First, students should remember the growth history of No. Middle School and be the inheritors, practitioners and promoters of the spirit of No. Middle School..."

"Second, we will be the No. 8 Middle School that has a firm belief and is dedicated to the times..."

I don’t know why, but the leaders’ speeches always seem to have a magical power that can make people drowsy. Just like before Principal Chang went up, the small auditorium was very noisy with everyone talking, but now there is only silence.

After the principal, the education leader spoke. Why did the leader speak after the principal? It must not be a mistake. For activities like school celebrations, not to mention the education leader, even the district leader would speak at the back. It is also a respect for the school. Even if it is the city leader... we will talk about it after we get it.

"There are so many people." Dad Xiao found a spot in the gap.

Mother Gu nodded. Originally, the small auditorium could only accommodate about a thousand people, but now it has at least doubled.

"I watched a lot of club activities, but I didn't see Gu Lu." said Xiao's father.

"Club activities mainly rely on communication skills. Gu Lu has had few friends since he was young and is not as good as Yangyang." said Gu's mother.

Father Xiao frowned. If that was true, he felt that Mother Gu had not educated Gu Lu well at all. Since Gu Lu was so good at writing, he must have good expressive ability as well. How could he have no friends?
The audience was whispering and the loud speeches ended. The emcee came up to host the show. The first club program was "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting" by the Hanfu Club.

"Gulu, walk faster, we're running out of time." Li Guyuan became anxious when he saw Gu Lu walking slowly. According to the time, the activity in the small auditorium had already started for ten minutes.

"It's not too late. It would be perfect for us to go now." Gu Lu said.

More than ten minutes later, the two of them trotted to the school auditorium. Wow, there were so many people there, so crowded... To be honest, Gu Lu had trypophobia, and was a little hesitant to go in with so many people, mainly because he felt he couldn't squeeze in.

"This way, Brother Gulu, Tangyuan, come here." Fortunately, it was easier to get things done because they had acquaintances. Several people from the cartoon club grabbed a seat in the west corner of the small auditorium, and Tian Xiao raised his hand and shouted.

Gu Lu and Li Guyuan squeezed through, mainly because Tangyuan was in front, because he was strong and tall.

"Which program is this?" Li Guyuan asked as soon as he stood firm.

"The first one, the leader just finished speaking." Tian Xiao said.

“You see.” Gu Lu knew that at such a large-scale event, if the leader spoke for less than twenty minutes, it meant that his throat was inflamed and he was not in good condition.

After greeting everyone from the Comics Club, Gu Lu and Li Guyuan stopped talking and focused on watching the Hanfu Club's show. This show was a bit like a dance and a bit like a stage play. Anyway, it was about wearing Hanfu to demonstrate the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The painting was a "fake painting" with movements, while the first three items of playing the piano, writing calligraphy and playing chess were all real.

The Kendo Club is about sword dancing.

The etiquette model agency walks on the catwalk.

The dance club is a hot dance.

The Language Arts Club had two students perform a crosstalk with long passages in English. It was a pity that it wasn't funny at all, but it did successfully demonstrate their good language talent and won a lot of applause at the scene.

The dance club received the best feedback from students. It is worthy of being the club that has won the gold medal at the school anniversary for seven consecutive years, and it has demonstrated the slogan "I am invincible, you can do whatever you want" to the fullest.

"Why didn't Qi Caiwei go on stage? I remember she was a professional dancer." Tian Xiao didn't understand, but added, "It was the zebra, I didn't see that at all. The somersault and drunken dance at the end was really amazing."

"Is the last girl from your class?" Guan Qianzhuo asked.

"Yes, she is our class monitor." Tian Xiao nodded, "She doesn't talk much in the classroom. I never thought she could dance so well."

"There are really a lot of big guys in our Class 10." Li Guyuan sighed, and the big guys he mentioned naturally included Gu Lu and himself.

Students’ concerns are different from adults’, and even adults are different from each other.

The parents were discussing the crosstalk that had just been integrated with English, and how to practice speaking fluent English.

"Those who play music, chess, calligraphy and painting have a good understanding of classical culture, so club activities are very worthwhile," said the education leader.

"Old Wu, the performance you asked me to watch is the finale?" Mo Huaiqi asked.

"It will definitely be the finale. They have been training for a long time," said Wu Du.

After the Musical Instruments Club, the finale to appear is the Shu Ren Literary Club, but some venue preparation is needed.

Several classmates moved the background board and props to the stage. After everything was ready, Yan Ting began to announce:
"Now let's enjoy the original story "Yesterday's Park" brought to you by Shu Ren Literary Society."

Behind the scenes, President Wan Bai and Vice President Zhang Liru encouraged the group.

However, Zhang Liru's words did not sound like encouragement, but more like a threat: "Come on, there are only a thousand people ahead of you, don't be nervous." "There's no point in being nervous, if you fail, you will be famous throughout the school."

"Stop talking." Wan Bai hurriedly told him to shut up, and then told the actors on stage not to be nervous.

It's impossible to say I wasn't nervous. There were so many people around, including a few reporters. Once I got on the stage, it was like I was stepping onto a single-plank bridge. I could only move forward, and I couldn't turn around or stop.

Performance--

(End of this chapter)