Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 125 Please invite classmate Gu Lu to the stage

[“I’m not kidding you! There used to be an old lady who often came to this park to walk her dog. Later she died, but someone saw her in the park again a few days ago.”

"I'm not sure... I just heard that... the kid was hit and killed by a taxi this evening."

"What's so strange about that... Then let me ask you another way. Who do you want to protect the most in this world?"

"Those must be my younger brothers and sisters, since they are still young."

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At first, the audience had no interest in the plot, but as the scene changed, the perspective shifted to the protagonist's school days, and kept going back to yesterday to save his friend, the audience gradually became serious, because this script was written very seriously...

Plots involving life and death always attract people's attention. After all, everyone dies, and who doesn't bring paper when they have a bowel movement?

At the end of the story, even the protagonist himself died in front of his child, and the entire audience felt the sense of loss in the plot.

It is not a heart-wrenching tragedy. After watching "Yesterday's Park", everyone feels as if they have watched a work that they love and have been with for a long time, and there is an indescribable sense of melancholy.

The students from the Shuren Literature Society who performed on stage were not very good, but they performed all the lines honestly, even if they were just reading without emotion. How should I put it? Chinese people have a talent for rote memorization.

“Pa pa pa—” Mo Huaiqi stood up and applauded. “Having failed to save his classmates more than a decade ago, he himself could not be saved more than a decade later. It was like a fateful reincarnation. “Yesterday’s Park” is really yesterday, because even if it happened only one day later, it is still yesterday’s event. Even if your memory is clear, it has happened.”

"I really didn't expect your school's original script to be of this quality. Old Wu, who created this script?" Mo Huaiqi asked Wu Du directly, "The key is that this story is very suitable for stage performances. There are not many people who can write good scripts. Is the author a student from No. 8 Middle School?"

For every applause, there will be a second one.

Principal Chang also stood up and applauded. He didn't care whether the script itself was good or not, he cared more about the guests' feedback. First of all, he heard Mo Huaiqi's praise.

Then, he looked around at the invited guests, most of whom showed expressions of surprise and appreciation. Obviously, they had never thought that the Eighth Middle School anniversary celebration could come up with such a good original script.

It was very good. He did not let down the people from Fog City TV who were invited through their connections. It was more exciting than the previous performance of "Romeo and Juliet".

"Hahaha, Chairman Mo, don't worry, you'll know soon." Wu Du was still keeping the secret.

This answer, that is the student of No. 8 Middle School. Mo Huaiqi's Qi cultivation skills are not bad, and he sat down again safely, but in his heart he was full of expectations for the student who wrote the script.

The Shu Ren Literary Society, which was the last to perform, had finished its performance. In the absence of a main performer, it meant the end of the school anniversary performance.

Next is the voting session. Before the school celebration begins, each student will receive a small ticket and can choose three programs according to their preferences.

No. 8 Middle School did a relatively good job in this regard, because the rankings were all determined by votes from students, which was much more genuine than the audience votes in later variety shows.

"The Literature Club's 'Yesterday's Park' is really cool. In my mind, it can be on par with the Dance Club." Tian Xiao commented, and Guan Qianzhuo, the president of the Comics Club, nodded in agreement.

Gu Lu nodded with satisfaction. He knew that being able to compete with the dance club on equal terms was already the highest praise.

More than a dozen teachers started to count. How could one say they had experience in marking papers? Their speed was fast. It took a little over half an hour in total to complete the counting of thousands of votes.

It is not difficult to select the top three from 17 stage activities.

The bronze medal was finally won by the Hanfu Club's "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting". The students who played the piano and wrote calligraphy had real skills.

Then the second one——

"The performance that won the silver medal for the 2012 school anniversary was 'Yesterday's Park' by the Shu Ren Literary Society, which received 863 votes. Congratulations to the students and instructors of the Shu Ren Literary Society for coming on stage to receive the award." Yan Ting's voice came from the microphone at the scene.

The three students who performed from the Shu Ren Literature Society, the president Wan Bai, the vice president Zhang Liru, and the instructor Wu Du, all six of them stood on the stage and bowed to express their gratitude, and the audience gave them warm applause.

Although the trophy was made of plastic, the award ceremony was still very honorable, and there were even award presenters on site.

The award presenter is Principal Chang, and the first place will definitely be awarded to the education leader.

"Good, keep up the good work." Principal Chang encouraged.

"Then can the activity funding of our club be increased next year?" Wan Bai asked this question subconsciously in response to the principal's encouragement.

The members next to you were sweating, you are really a man for asking for money openly, President!
Principal Chang smiled and responded, "Of course, for an excellent club, the funding must be increased." "Thank you, Principal." Wan Bai thanked him immediately. He was also very nervous, but he would be leaving the club next semester and working hard to get into a good university. Therefore, he had to leave something for the club. It was with this idea in mind that he had the courage to bite the bullet and ask for credit and reward.

"Tell us your feelings about winning the award." Principal Chang handed a microphone to instructor Wu Du, then he stepped to the other side of the stage and returned the microphone to the emcee Yan Ting.

Wu Du said, "I don't have much credit for this stage play. It was all organized by the children in the club, so I won't take credit for it."

After he finished speaking, he handed the microphone to Wan Bai, the president of Shu Ren Literary Society.

"First of all, this award belongs to everyone in our club. Without the hard work of Zhu Dan (Danzhu) and others on the stage, and without Zhang Liru's production of the backdrop and props behind the scenes, such a good effect would not have been achieved without any of them." Wan Bai mentioned the core members of the Shu Ren Literary Society, but did not mention himself.

"Besides!" Wan Bai and the other members looked at each other and confirmed the code. Their current move was considered a success, so the next step was -

"The person who made the greatest contribution to this performance was Gu Lu from Class 10 of Senior . The script for Yesterday's Park was a story Gu Lu wrote on the spur of the moment for our literature club's performance at the school anniversary celebration," said Wan Bai. "Without Gu Lu, there would be no story for us."

"Thank you, Gu Lu!" The marble trio, Zhang Liru and others thanked in unison on the stage.

Oh, the story was written by a freshman in high school. The parents and classmates in the audience realized later that there was actually an expert among the students?!
Playing badminton, Tianchen Park, Zhou Ning, Zhou Lu... It turned out that it was not an illusion. Zhou Lin, the super-strong girl in the audience, had her little fists hardened.

"Student, please give me the microphone again." Principal Chang whispered to the emcee, and Yan Ting quickly handed the microphone back.

Principal Chang suddenly interrupted, "In that case, please invite Gu Lu to the stage. Let's welcome him with applause."

The principal asked for applause, so everyone gave him face. Besides, everyone also wanted to see who was the high school freshman who wrote this story.

The people behind the scenes also want to go on stage? Gu Lu had no choice but to walk onto the stage.

"It's so annoying. You're pretending to be such a jerk again." Tian Xiao said.

Li Guyuan looked at Gu Lu with a look as if he had known this would happen. Such a good story would definitely become famous, and what's more, how could Gemini be bad?

"What a big shot!" thought Guan Qianzhuo, president of the comics club.

While President Guan was still thinking, he heard Principal Chang's voice coming from the speakers, "Gu Lu is a talented writer from our No. 8 Middle School. Not only is he the author of "Yesterday's Park", he is also a contracted writer for three magazines. At the age of only sixteen, he has published more than a dozen articles, and he has a long work that is about to be published."

In fact, he is a contracted writer for four magazines, but Principal Liu’s information has not yet been updated to "Youth Digest".

Principal Chang was looking at the education leader as he spoke at the side of the stage. “As early as junior high school, he showed amazing writing talent and won awards in the district (essay), city (Bing Xin Cup), and national (Ye Cup) essay competitions. He even achieved a breakthrough in essay writing for Wudu!”

"We at No. 8 Middle School have always taught students in accordance with their aptitude. We are aware of Gu Lu's excellent writing talent, so we provided him with creative convenience, allowing him to have more time to create more excellent works." Principal Chang said passionately.

"Fuck?!" Guan Qianzhuo couldn't help but yelled out.

"What's wrong, President?" Tian Xiao asked.

"This is a big boss!" said Guan Qianzhuo.

Tian Xiao nodded: "I said it before, he is the leader of our class. Zhang Liru from Time Radio wanted to interview him, but he refused."

"I..." Damn, I thought you were bragging, but I didn't expect you to be serious, Azhen, bah, Axiao.

With so many complicated emotions and a lot to say, Guan Qianzhuo finally said, "His name is not even in our "Chronicles of the Jianghu of No. 8 Middle School"!"

From this glimpse of the whole picture, Guan Qianzhuo's shock also represents the emotions of all the students, teachers, parents and guests present.

If this introduction hadn't come from Principal Chang, no one would have believed it. It's really a bit outrageous, buddy.

Gu Lu stepped onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd. He could see that Principal Chang had been wanting to take credit in front of the leaders for a long time.

The discussion in the audience did not stop at all, because it was too difficult to understand and such a resume was really worth discussing by everyone.

(End of this chapter)