Chapter 125: Public Execution Meeting of the Literature Society
November 2008, 11, a day that represents the sour and refreshing flavor of Li Yan’s life.

The so-called sour and refreshing is that it is so awkward that your teeth feel sore, but so refreshing that your scalp feels numb.

After lunch, Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun took Li Yan to the wind and rain playground.

Li Yan's upper body kept showing resistance, but her lower body moved faster than the two of them.

"You say no, but your actions are quite honest, Mr. Yan." Zhu Qinglun teased.

"Embarrassment and pleasure are not in conflict." Li Yan responded.

Someone has already set up the scene, it's actually very simple.

The main part of the weatherproof playground is two basketball courts, but there is a small platform near the music classroom, which is considered a small stage with a large curtain hanging on it and a projector that has not been turned on all year round.

All you need to do is set up a podium, print the articles on a KT board, and have a microphone and other things ready-made, and it will look pretty standard.

At this moment, there are sixty plastic stools on the basketball court - it seems that the literature club is still pessimistic about its own influence.

There were already four teachers sitting in the front row, including Guo Qiwen.

He saw three young literary masters from his class approaching and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

No matter how I watch it, I feel like I'm waiting to see a good show.

After lunch, students arrived one after another, and soon there were no seats left.

The members of the literature club were surprised and happy, and hurriedly ran to the music classroom to move chairs.

Li Yan and the other two stood outside for the time being, tacitly not taking the seats with their names on them.

"If we sit in it now, we will become monkeys in the zoo," said Zhu Qinglun.

A few girls from other classes who I didn't know were waiting for the club members to put up their chairs and started chatting:
“There are more people than I thought.”

"I heard that all the Chinese teachers in the grade praised "Rin Cheng Fireworks"."

"It was mainly written by the legendary Li Yan!"

"Yes, yes, he looked so handsome at the school sports meet."

"I'm crazy about you again."

"I heard that he will also attend today. I don't know if he will speak. I haven't heard his voice yet."

"He will definitely attend. His name is written on the chair. He hasn't come yet. Wait a little longer."

Zhu Qinglun and Li Ruofei were having a hard time trying to hold back their laughter, and Li Yan, who was standing diagonally behind the girls, almost dug through the soles of her shoes with her toes.

"Li Ruofei is also very good, he plays basketball, very handsome!"

Li Ruofei's smile disappeared instantly, and Li Yan also joined the group trying to hold back their laughter.

Then their discussion ended.

Zhu Qinglun was laughing when he suddenly felt sad.

Guo Qiwen waved at the three of them. The girls looked in the direction they were going and were shocked to find that the person they had just been talking about was right next to them. A group of them screamed, covering their faces and ran away.

As soon as the three of them sat down, they felt eyes coming from all directions.

"Boss Yan, tell me the truth, are you enjoying it?"

"It's fine, just don't ask me to comment on my own article later."

Guo Qiwen turned around, said nothing, and gave a very amused expression.

Li Yan had a bad feeling.

The literary appreciation conference opened with a joint speech by the two presidents, and the first person invited to the stage was Guo Qiwen.

The title of "Rincheng Fireworks" appeared on the projector.

Guo Qiwen basically repeated what he said in class word for word, which caused an uproar in Class Zero, and the other students even exclaimed in surprise - even though they had already been educated by their Chinese teacher.

"I heard that there are two students in our class who have joined the Garden and That's It literary clubs respectively. They are also excellent writers, one is emotional and the other is rational. I would like to hear their opinions on this article."

Mentally prepared, Li Yan remained unmoved and expressed his trust in his two roommates, hoping that last night's "stop at the right time" policy could be implemented.

As soon as Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun came on stage, there was no one left or right in front of Li Yan, who was sitting in the middle of the second row, and she became a complete conspicuous person.

There were discussions behind me and I felt like a bunch of people were looking at me. I felt like I had a thorn in my back and my body was stiff. If I couldn't help picking my nose at this moment... Why the hell was I thinking about this?
My nose starts to itch as soon as I think about it!

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Ruofei from the Experimental Class 1, and I'm Li Yan's roommate." Li Ruofei took the microphone and said naturally, "After watching "Sparks of the City", I have only one feeling, admiration."

No? Is this called stopping at the right time? This is called being high-profile, Comrade Ruofei!
Li Ruofei then analyzed the article from the aspects of structure, word choice, and wonderful sentences, and particularly emphasized the "sophistication" and "precision" of the article. He spoke very sincerely, and one sentence was deeply recognized by Li Yan:
"The emotional atmosphere of the article is very restrained. Just as it is aroused, it is put down and becomes untouchable." Ruofei is really a sentimental person. Li Yan was very happy to see this. It is like the sound of flowing water in the mountains, a great pleasure for writers.

After I finished speaking, the whole audience burst into applause, and I didn't know who they were praising.

Then it was Zhu Qinglun's turn with a stiff expression.

Li Yan suddenly realized that Zhu Dapao was a social phobia to the outside world. Wouldn't it be the end of him to go on such a stage?
In fact, he had an idea recently that Zhu Qinglun was relaxed in front of familiar people, mainly because he was the type who spoke frankly, attached great importance to logic, and often asked rhetorical questions.

This works in dormitory 403. Everyone has this habit and doesn't feel offensive when chatting about it.

It’s not necessarily the case when you’re outside. If you ask others questions all the time, people will dislike you.

So Zhu Dapao became Zhu Yapao.

"Well... to be honest, Ruofei has covered the emotional aspects very comprehensively. I will just share some of my thoughts."

Well, it’s a suitable point for him to enter.

The problem of balanced development of large and small cities; the contradictory psychology of complaining about fireworks at home and missing them when away from home...

However, he obviously did not expand on it, and stopped abruptly after mentioning a few points.

Zhu Qinglun knew that the protagonist now was Li Yan in the audience, not him.

"Both students have said very well. Let us hear what the author thinks." Guo Qiwen pointed at Li Yan with a smile.

Lao Guo, you have such a cruel heart.

Li Yan forced a smile and walked onto the stage. Looking down at the audience, they saw sparkling eyes everywhere.

This is absolutely flattery.

"Thank you for your compliments," I still have to say what needs to be said, "Just like everyone has been complaining, the author may not even get full marks in the reading comprehension test. Of course, I think every word the author writes is well thought out, and every plot and emotion he sets up has his reasons. It's just that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, and the readers' understanding is a kind of re-creation, which can often burst out a power that the author can't imagine."

Everyone listened with rapt attention.

"For example, in the comments just now by Ruofei and Qinglun, I didn't expect the beauty of some of the words and sentences, and I didn't realize the clash of some of the viewpoints. For me, this article is just true feelings."

Li Yan gave himself a way out, and also gave everyone a way out.

However, Guo Qiwen was not going to let him go. "Student Li Yan, the biggest feeling I had after reading this article was that I could feel a sense of homesickness. But for you, who just arrived in New Taipei City to study in the first grade of junior high school, you had only been away from home for two or three months when you wrote this article. To put it bluntly, you were in a state of 'making up a new poem to express your sorrow'. How did homesickness come about for you?"

Everyone was stunned and felt that the conversation on the stage was a little bit incomprehensible.
Guessing that Guo Qiwen would ask this weird question, Li Yan smiled and nodded:

"Teacher Guo, if I really talk about homesickness, it would be too shallow. So I actually avoided it. I just miss my home. Homesickness is just a vague emotion to me, a wisp of smoke floating in the air. But I finally came to New Taipei and left home. I have a yearning and excitement for the big city, but also uneasiness and tension about leaving home. I talk about these emotions in detail. They all come from 'homesickness', which is a common trait among us as Chinese people."

Having said this, Guo Qiwen has been nodding repeatedly.

"So, when readers follow this tobacco-like emotion and touch the origin of 'homesickness', they will be touched. Ruofei and Qinglun, like me, have not experienced much, so their understanding is not deep. Teacher Guo, you have more life experience, so you will be more touched."

Li Yan took a deep breath:

“This is also a kind of re-creation by readers.”

Ding!
[Expression ability +1, level 21 skill, ]

It is indeed more challenging in occasions with many people.

Guo Qiwen was the first to applaud, and the other teachers followed suit, and the whole audience burst into thunderous applause.

"It's immeasurable," an elderly Chinese teacher in the audience said to another teacher, "This ability to express is incredible."

"It has been praised to such a high level that it has easily shifted the focus and shared the praise with the readers. That's incredible." The teacher expressed his affirmation.

Li Yan returned to her seat with her heart beating faster, and she felt that the Chinese teacher in the first row looked at her with a very kind look.

Okay, I pretended to be very excited, but I was a little nervous and felt quite tired after finishing it.

Fortunately, I got through it safely, and after this speech, the awkward feeling was much relieved.

"I'll watch your performance later, good brothers." Li Yan smiled and waited for the second appreciation.

"Thank you for your wonderful speeches. Now we would like to invite Mr. Hu from Experimental Class 3 to share with you a wonderful commentary from 'Akesaixi', "Who will tighten the sewage faucet?"

Zhu Qinglun's eyes suddenly lit up. We are now at my home ground!
Li Yan broke out in a cold sweat...

This is the article he published in the New Taipei Evening News criticizing urban governance from the perspective of sewage treatment. It was very radical and just for fun. Why would he talk about this?

Damn, why are you still executing me?
　I write part-time and try my best to ensure the quality of each chapter. I have to save the manuscript for at least one day for emergency and adjustment, and then I can get into the writing state on weekdays this week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)