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Logan looked at the blog and said with a smile:

"Just now everyone said it very well. Next, please read the "The Last Leaf" published by the blog, and then tell me your own understanding."

"Ok!"

The students spoke cooperatively, and then clicked on "The Last Leaf".

Logan also clicked on the novel.

The tribal and literary short story event is a major event in the literary world. Logan specially applied to the school for an open class around this event, and it seems that the effect is not bad so far.

This is also the purpose of Logan.

He thinks that this class is good, which can make students have a deep understanding of short stories.

"I don't know which novel Chu Kuang wrote and when it will be published."

Before clicking on the novel to read, this thought flashed through Logan's mind.

There are many writers worthy of Logan's expectation on the tribe side, but there is only one Chu Kuang on the blog side.

However, although the lineup of writers on the blog is not as good as that of the tribe, they are also well-known short story writers in the industry after all. Most of their works are worthy of students' research and thinking.

Again.

What if "The Last Leaf" is written by Chu Kuang?

Several thoughts flashed in Logan's mind, he has entered the formal

[In a community on the west side of a certain square, the streets stretch out in a haphazard manner, and then split into small alleys...]

Introduce the background of the story in the early stage.

Very conventional short story opening technique.

Logan thought without any fluctuations in his heart, and continued to look down along the text.

2 minute later.

An inexplicable voice suddenly came out of Logan's mouth.

"Ok?"

The heart beat slightly faster, and Logan's reading speed slowed down.

What this short story describes is not complicated...

The heroine of the novel, Johnsy, suffers from severe pneumonia in the cold November, and her condition is getting worse.

As a painter, she pins her hope of life on the last vine leaf outside the window.

She felt that the day when this vine leaf fell would be the end of her life.

Many people who give up on themselves before the serious illness have unavoidable thoughts.

Jonesy's best friend was very sad about this, so she told the old painter Bellman about Jonesy's thoughts.

Bellman is a hot-tempered person who drinks all day long. He has been painting for nearly 40 years but has achieved nothing. Every day he talks about creating a stunning work, but it is always just empty talk.

After hearing this, he cursed and cursed, but there was still nothing he could do.

However, in the days that followed, a miracle happened:

Although the wind was blowing so hard outside, and the jagged leaves were withered and yellowed at the edges, it was still growing on a tall vine.

Johnsy was deeply moved to see the last leaf still hanging on the tree.

The leaves can still survive the cold wind, why can't I?

She regained her faith in life and survived tenaciously...

What does it mean?

As long as you believe in miracles, miracles will definitely happen?

If the story ends in this way, Logan will definitely scold the author severely.

Just pour chicken soup into readers' mouths?

Frowning slightly.

Logan continued to look down.

In fact, there is nothing behind it.

The story ends with the best friend's words to Johnsy:

[Mr Bellman died of pneumonia in hospital today.He was only sick for two days.The first morning the porter found him immobile in pain downstairs in his own room.His shoes and clothes were soaked and freezing cold.They did not know where he had gone that miserable night.Then they found a lantern that hadn't been extinguished, and a ladder that had been moved from place to place, and some paintbrushes lying around, and a palette with green and yellow paints on it, and—my dear , Look outside the window, look at the last vine leaf on the wall.Haven't you ever wondered why the wind blows so hard and never shakes or stirs?Alas, my dear, this leaf is Bellman's masterpiece—he painted it there for ever on the night when the last leaf fell. 】

grunt.

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Logan's frowning brows drifted to his forehead, forming circles of clear forehead lines!

this moment!

Logan was dumbfounded!

In a trance.

There seemed to be such a picture in front of his eyes:

On a stormy night, the old painter Behrman, who was over [-] years old, set up a ladder and waved his paintbrush with difficulty.

The last leaf, shaped under extremely difficult circumstances!

At the last moment of old Behrman's life, this old painter who was limited by his painting skills and accomplished nothing finally completed a shocking masterpiece!

Reverse!

Classic twist!

Logan's scalp was slightly numb!

There are countless emotions rising in my heart!

At this moment, a name flashed in Logan's mind——

Chu crazy!

Logan can almost conclude that "The Last Leaf" is definitely written by Chu Kuang!

He has studied Chu Kuang's short stories.

This is a very classic Chu Kuang ending.

Chu Kuang is very good at giving a rock-shattering reversal at the end.

This is also the place where Logan admires Chu Kuang the most!

Breathe out.

Logan felt emotionally:

"It's really an amazing reversal. Like the original "The Gift of the Magi", the ending is obviously unexpected, but it is also reasonable."

Look up to the audience.

In this classroom filled with students and packed with hundreds of heads, some people have finished reading the novel one after another.

Logan could clearly see the subtle changes in the expressions of the students in the front row.

Surprised!

Moving!

Shocked!

All kinds of different emotions were shown on the faces of the students, and the eyes of some emotional girls were already flushed.

And when everyone finished reading the novel, the whole classroom erupted into a commotion!

The students exchanged excitedly:

"This work must have been written by Chu Kuang!"

"Excellent writing!"

"The final reversal is so touching!"

"I've never been so blown away by a short story!"

"Before I saw the ending, I almost thought it was a vulgar ode to miracles..."

"The work of the tribe was directly compared to nothing!"

"There is no comparison at all, this novel has completely crushed the tribe's one!"

"I can't fault anything!"

"..."

After several minutes of heated discussions, Logan knocked on the table without haste, and said in a heavy voice:

"Next, let's talk about this novel..."

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ps: This chapter will definitely be sprayed with water. Don’t worry, the rhythm needs it. The content of the first article is used as a sample standard. After all, it needs to be described emphatically. The next few articles will not be so detailed.

Chapter 799 The Second God

What happened at school is just the tip of the iceberg.

online.

Countless netizens who followed this top event in the short story world also finished watching "The Last Leaf" one after another.

Netizens were shocked!

"This short blog post is simply a masterpiece!"

"Chu Kuang, this is definitely Chu Kuang's novel!"

"Such a short and concise work, besides Chu Kuang, I can't think of anyone else on the blog who can write such a classic short story!"

"Too beautiful!"

"The ending made me cry!"

"The familiar Chu Kuang style reversal is really amazing!"

"In the competition for the first novel, the Tribe lost in front of bloggers!"

"The blog is really good. As soon as it came up, it threw out Chu Kuang's king bomb. Although the momentum has risen, how can they compare with the tribe in the future?"

"Yeah, how do you compare later?"

"..."

While the netizens were excited and admiring, they were also a little puzzled.

Chu Kuang's novels are so powerful, although they are shocking, but if we go deeper, they are actually still within everyone's expectations.

The strength of the old thief has never been covered!

The real problem is that Chu Kuang's novels were used as soon as the blog was posted, so what other works can be compared with the tribe?

It's like two people playing cards.

As soon as one of them came up, Wang Zang came out. It's normal for the opponent to be unable to catch it!

However, there is more than one round of card competition!

The blog threw out Chu Kuang, the king bomb this round, and indeed succeeded in suppressing the opponent, but what should we do next?

The big names of other tribes have not been used yet!

……

blog.

Other departments outside the Department of Literature were also paying attention to this matter, and as a result, the first operation of the Department of Literature scared all departments!

"What is the Department of Literature doing!"