Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 185 Do you know who he is?
"The work is well written. Su Zhemu's energy conservationism is a very interesting character setting. [Don't do unnecessary things, and complete necessary things as soon as possible], which is a bit like the Taoist idea of ​​inner and outer unity and following the will of heaven."

"Compared with The Left Half Wing and You Are April on Earth, it is more immersive, but with the rise of the Internet and the explosion of information, subculture is growing vigorously, and there is enough soil for this kind of youth pain literature."

"It can be said that bad money drives out good money. The market for normal campus literature is not ideal at the moment. Xiao Gu, you should be aware of this."

President Jian's long speech startled Gu Lu on the other end of the phone.

The reason for his surprise was not the president's assessment of "Hyouka". In fact, Gu Lu himself was not sure about it either. It was mainly due to his analysis of the novel about the pain of youth.

Is the rise of youth pain literature related to information explosion? Gu Lu has always believed that the rise of this type of novel is related to the overall educational environment.

Only when the educational environment is "orderly" enough will the forces that want to disrupt the order be strong.

Like Nezha who cut off his bones to return to his father and cut off his flesh to return to his mother, many children have thought about committing suicide in front of their parents.

It is for this reason that the pain of youth that is not at all down-to-earth becomes a point of catharsis, this is what Gu Lu thinks.

"Don't worry, President Jian. It's okay even if we can only sell 40,000 or 50,000 copies. I'm mentally prepared." Gu Lu responded.

"That's impossible. With the popularity of The Little Prince, even if the sales drop, we will still have sales of over 100,000 copies a year." President Jian said, "I have temporarily decided to print 80,000 copies for the first time."

"That's great." Gu Lu is content with what he has.

"At the Frankfurt International Book Fair in October next year, we will see if we can translate The Little Prince into a foreign language and exhibit it abroad," said President Jian.

The Frankfurt International Book Fair is the world's largest book fair, right? Gu Lu immediately said, "Please, President Jian."

President Jian is also a busy man. He immediately started to discuss royalties, which he still took at 11%, the same as for "Mr. Holmes" and "Yesterday's Park".

A writer's royalties will not fall unless he suffers a major failure. Of course, it is not easy to increase the royalties.

"Take some time in February to come to Beijing and join the Beijing Writers Association. You still need to go through a simple ceremony. Don't worry, it won't be so troublesome in the future. It's mainly the first time. I'll also take you to meet some people."

Gu Lu was not stupid, he understood the meaning of President Jian’s words.

"Okay, I'll come over during winter break."

After finishing the serious business and without chatting about trivial matters, the two hung up the phone tacitly.

"By the way, can I just ask Yasuda Kazuma to help me translate "Hyouka" and submit it to Dengeki Bunko?"

After hearing what President Jian said, Gu Lu’s expectations for the new work became even lower.

But Gu Lu also relaxed because finally no one was urging him to submit his manuscript.

Beep, the computer sounded a prompt, and Gu Lu was stunned after taking a glance at it.

[Mom: Eat on time and pay attention to three meals a day. How is school going?]

It was such a niche language that Gu Lu didn’t even recognize it for a moment.

Is this what Gu Jiayu meant by reconciliation? More than a month had passed, and Gu Lu had forgotten about it, but now it was really happening.

Gu Lu flipped through the messages that the original body had sent to this account. He could roughly guess the content. He flipped through four or five pages in a row and found that Gu's mother had basically not replied to the messages.

【Are you sure you want to delete your friend? 】

【Sure】

Feeling relieved, Gu Lu muttered, "There's no need to show off to you how good my life is, because there's no need at all."

A disgusting stranger.

Gu Lu got up and put the books beside the bed back on the bookshelf, then went to the balcony.

In the previous two plates of flowers, the osmanthus flowers almost died, but the roses were alive and well. However, due to Gu Lu's efforts, both plates finally died...

"The weather is cold, it has nothing to do with me." Gu Lu cleared himself of the issue.

I don't know why, it was fine when I didn't pay much attention to it, but once I paid attention to Gu Lu, everything died. Was it because I watered it too much?
The stars outside the window are twinkling, and then the sun is covered by dark clouds.

Let’s take a thrilling final exam!
Yes, a brutal dungeon has started in No. 10 Middle School. All students have their sanity reduced by -, and this cannot be restored within three rounds of action.

20号上午语文（8:00-10:30），下午生物（14:00-15:30）地理（16:00-17:30）

On the morning of the 21st, there are mathematics and politics, and in the afternoon, there are physics and history. The schedule is similar. The remaining English and chemistry are on the 22nd.

Gu Lu's examination number was Class 1, Seat 17. He came to the examination room early to check out the white slip (a piece of paper with his seat number written on it).

There were still many students in the classroom, including Zhou Lin. "Gulugulu, are you taking the exam in our classroom?" Zhou Lin came over and greeted them with a smile.

"I hope the aura of the top students in Peking University and Tsinghua University classes can bless me and allow me to perform beyond my expectations." Gu Lu looked around the interior of the classroom.

The classroom was similar to the innovation class, except for the famous quotes posted on the wall, which really disappointed Gu Lu.

"My grades are not good and I can't do well in any exam no matter which classroom I am in." A very discordant male voice suddenly came.

Ok?
Gu Lu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a male classmate who was tall and wore glasses, just like Li Guyuan.

But he is not as tall as Li Guyuan, nor as strong as Li Guyuan. Overall, he is 0.6 yuan.

"Zhu Boxuan, why are you interrupting? You are the only one who has a word to say?" Zhou Lin's expression suddenly turned cold, completely different from the way he greeted her just now.

"That's right. They don't work hard during normal times and only think about these things when it comes to exams. I despise people like this the most." Zhu Boxuan said sarcastically.

Gu Lu turned his head and stared at this guy. From the route he had just taken, he seemed to be Zhou Lin's deskmate. The same Void Locking Enemy as Dou Ke?

"Does he think highly of you?" Zhou Lin blocked Gu Lu behind him.

This scene looked so familiar. Gu Lu remembered that when her foul-mouthed junior high school classmate Wang Jian said this to her, she was also standing in front of Gu Lu.

Don’t be fooled by the girl’s short stature, she is really capable when something happens!
"You know he..."

We can’t always ask the super-strong girl to help us out, right? Gu Lu took over the conversation and said, “Handsome guy, do I know you?”

I didn’t want to communicate with this kind of person, but he called me a handsome guy. Zhu Boxuan responded: “I don’t know him.”

"Those with bad grades are poor students, and those with poor grades are excellent students. They are all students." Gu Lu said, "I feel that the most basic quality of a student is to respect others. I don't know you. I was just joking with my friend, so I didn't offend you, right?"

"Uh--" Zhu Boxuan is not usually like this. He just got mad when he saw the look on his desk mate's face.

Zhou Lin is well-known in the Tsinghua and Peking University class for her aloofness! She has a pretty face and excellent grades, ranking first and second in the grade. She also takes care of her hobbies and leads the Model United Nations to the finals... She even ignored me, her deskmate, when I tried to show my affection to her, and I have never seen her speak for others so strongly.

"Does it mean that just because you have good grades, you can come over and say something to anyone you don't like?" Gu Lu asked again.

It is too easy to deal with high school students, after all, most of them have their dignity saved.

Zhu Boxuan was speechless and said something else, "Your grades are not good because you don't work hard."

"Stop talking, you're just making excuses. I don't know what to say." Zhou Lin frowned and silenced her current deskmate with just one sentence.

Zhou Lin returned to her table and picked up something and gave it to Gu Lu, "This is my lucky charm. I'll give it to you temporarily."

It is a thick, hexagonal pencil with marks on all six sides: A, B, C, D, One More Time, and Forget About Exams.

"A divine weapon!" Gu Lu's eyes lit up.

"Of course. I wouldn't give it to ordinary people. This is just a way of repaying you for inviting me to watch a drama," said Zhou Lin.

"Have you used it?" Gu Lu asked curiously.

"I don't need it," Zhou Lin responded, "but it can bring luck."

As the two were talking, the preparatory bell rang, and it was time for the students to go to the examination room. Zhou Lin also left and waved to Gu Lu.

His current deskmate Zhu Boxuan wanted to say something but was pulled away by his class friend Fatty.

It was not until they turned the corner of the corridor that Zhu Boxuan said fiercely, "If you hadn't pulled me back, I would have let the people from the other classes know that being a good person..."

"Okay, Pig Neck, do you know who that person from outside the class was just now?" the fat man interrupted.

"Who is it? Could it be some school bully?" Zhu Boxuan sneered. As a student in the Tsinghua and Peking University classes, always ranked in the top ten in his grade, he was not really afraid of any school bully.

Top students are protected by teachers and schools, while school bullies always target students with average or below average grades.

"That's Gu Lu, the Gu Lu with two heads." said the fat man.

Zhu Boxuan froze with a cold smile. He borrowed Science Fiction World from the school library last week, and when he read The Support of Humankind, he was astounded.

At the time, he said, "Is this author really the same age as us? That's too much. It feels like he has two heads and his IQ is twice as high as mine."

At this moment, Zhu Boxuan felt that he was impulsive. He shouldn't do this. They are all classmates...

(End of this chapter)