Literary Girls Nurturing Program

After the monthly exam, most of the people in the class were not in a good mood. After all, it wasn't long after the sad results were ranked, and the midterm exam was next.And every exam, I believe most people will not feel very happy.

Of course, exams are not difficult for Wang Jia, especially since she is ranked No. [-] in her grade, there is really nothing to worry about.The exhausting exams often make Wang Jia feel that rebirth is indeed a real thing.

Even if I have mastered all these knowledge very well, I still feel too crazy to take the exam.Especially when I thought that a few years ago, when the six arts of a gentleman were almost included in the examination and teaching, I almost didn't spit out a mouthful of salt soda.

However, when the news of the midterm exam for sports came out, most people were in a bad mood.After all, who really cares about physical education, and it's not because they want to be a national athlete.

"Wang Jia, how are your electives?" Fu Ning flipped through the math book without much energy, thinking about what Qi Zhu taught last week.But it was very difficult to open the eyelids.He stayed up late yesterday to read a book, feeling a little sleepy.

Wang Jia shook his head and said, "It's okay, I chose English. I remember your elective of life chemistry, how are you doing?"

"...It's okay, I tried to do some experiments at home yesterday... I was beaten up by my dad." Fu Ning still didn't dare to complain when he thought of the noise he made during the experiments in the kitchen.

Wang Jia remembered the scene of Fu Ning doing experiments by himself last time, held back his laughter, and said, "You should stop doing experiments in your own home, and don't blow up your house." Wang Jia, who was in high spirits, saw Qi Zhu's shadow, and immediately Sit upright.

Although history has turned a corner, Qi Zhu still announced the news of the democratic election of class cadres in the afternoon class meeting at this time, so Wang Jia raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

After announcing the news, Qi Zhu began to teach his math class.I didn't care at all whether the hearts of the people in the current class were very fluctuating.

Wang Jia glanced at the unconscious Yuan Jia who was still flipping through the textbook seriously, talking to Wu Xian from time to time, frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled down.

Fu Ning saw that she seemed to be in a bad mood, so he elbowed Wang Jia and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried that you won't be re-elected?"

Wang Jia shook his head, denying this view.After all, she is not a child anymore, how could she be anxious to get angry just because of her status as monitor or math class representative.Now she is more inclined to be just a passerby, just study hard.

Fu Ning took Wang Jia's denial as being coquettish and arrogant, and secretly made up his mind to let Wang Jia be re-elected as monitor.It's not like he couldn't guess what the people in the class planned. The democratic election must be to choose someone who has a good relationship with him as the class leader.

The most popular person in the class right now is undoubtedly Qian Luochen, the wretched little fat guy. It is very likely that all these people will choose him.Fu Ning saw that Wang Jia was already listening carefully, so he didn't continue to ask.

While Fu Ning was looking at the blackboard, a small ball of paper had already passed to his desk.

Fu Ning looked at it, and it was indeed a matter of discussing the selection of Qian Luochen as the squad leader.Fu Ning wrote his plan on a note and passed it to his good brother Liu Ziheng.

Liu Ziheng looked at the note, cast an admiring look at Fu Ning, and then circulated the note with others, successfully causing a small climax in the crowd.

No matter how the times change, the heart that loves to watch the excitement is almost eternal.Especially now that we are still in a period of ambiguity, if you see a brother who has a good impression of a girl, of course you must spare no effort to support her.

Fu Ning actually wanted to talk to Wang Jia, but Wang Jia would ignore him as soon as he was in class. This was already a customary rule.But he was itchy in his heart, just wanting to make trouble.

Wang Jia, who listened carefully to the class, didn't have the mood to deal with the young boy's burgeoning psychology, not to mention that she never received any ambiguous signals.So Fu Ning was holding her things, elbowing her, and trying to get her to respond with "hey" from time to time, all of which were dismissed by her glaring.

The angry eyes were clearly saying, "If you continue to make trouble, you will be dragged out to continue." Fu Ning didn't have the uncle's heart to continue teasing at the risk of being hated by Wang Jia, so he could only hold back Listen carefully to the words in your heart.

In fact, when they were in elementary school together, Fu Ning didn't think there was anything attractive about Wang Jia.On the contrary, he was promoted to junior high school, and he came here to go to school by accident. There were not many people he knew well, but he met Wang Jia again and became familiar.

I don't know if it's because he didn't know Wang Jia at all before, but the Wang Jia he knows now makes him feel particularly comfortable.Few girls are willing to exercise with boys, or they will cry endlessly when they stumble, which is very annoying.But Wang Jia never yells and cries and is tired, and his study is much better than when he was in elementary school, and the words he occasionally speaks are different from them.

Invisibly, there is a gap between Wang Jia and them.And this wordless sense of distance became the attraction - although Fu Ning didn't know the reason why he kept staring at Wang Jia, but the girl's charm still quietly made him surrender.

Fu Ning has no shortage of people to like, girls who like him can line up a long queue, but now he only has a little affection for Wang Jia, so he is willing to help him.

He never imagined that his "little favor" to help Wang Jia would lead to such a small * in the class, and he was forced to take it to class.

While listening to the class, Wang Jia recalled that the [-]-word short story she wrote yesterday was posted on Yuanyuan.com, and the [-]-word short story should not attract anyone's attention now.On the current Internet, yy is not so exaggerated.

What is spread on the Internet is mixed, good and bad, but the top part still has a strong literary atmosphere.

This made Wang Jia have the idea of ​​writing an Aotian style to be a little white god, but in the current social atmosphere, writing this kind of book is exposed, and it is probably impossible to enter the orthodox literati circle.

So what she can write is not the "Central Plains Five Whites" style that everyone who travels through can write, she can only find another way.As for being a light-hearted writer, it’s not okay. The famous works that should be published have also come out. Although some of the famous historical figures who should follow the historical track have been lost by butterflies, most of them still appeared, which also brought a lot of excitement. Appeared with his due works.

It is also somewhat impossible to get something for nothing.What's more, there are so many masters in this era, even if I can really be a copywriter and write a completely different style of writing, it will arouse people's doubts.

If at the beginning, I wrote a piece of empress Li's sorrowful spring, hurting autumn, family and country hatred, and then it became majestic and wild like Yue Fei in a blink of an eye, wouldn't it be naked/naked/naked to say that I am smart.Even if you can use Su Shi's gracefulness and boldness to justify yourself, what if someone else asks another question and writes something inexplicable?

What she can do now is to imitate famous works, first imitate and write, don't ask for quick rewards, and gradually find out her own style of writing.Only with input can there be output.

Otherwise, even if there are countless classics in my mind, there is no way to write them out.

The Huaxia Kingdom has lost the Yuan, Ming, Qing, Republic of China and the Great Celestial Dynasty, but now the Huaxia Kingdom is at its peak, and no country can match it except the US Empire.In particular, the country's borders are also firmly ranked first in the world.And now in China, there is no such thing as getting rich first and then getting rich later. The country's leaders are committed to making the country develop harmoniously.

However, because the border is too large, some places cannot quickly follow the development of areas with geographical and historical advantages.

Of course, in order to protect historical sites, many places are deliberately not developed.Therefore, literary works with rural materials can still be written, and they can be capitalized and close-up.

Maybe she is the only one who writes about peasants after time travel... Wang Jia thought uncertainly.

He Xiu likes to read, especially short stories.Her family has a long history of education, and there are several famous short story writers in her family.During this period of time, she had read all the published short story collections, so He Xiu, who fell into a book shortage, felt very painful.

This is reflected in her lack of energy when she goes to work, and her thorny speech.Friends who were overwhelmed by the disturbance wanted to hide when they saw her.However, someone was still attached to him. In order to get rid of the resentful He Xiu, he tried to recommend her to read online.

So He Xiu heard friends say that some short stories on the Internet are very interesting, and after actually reading a few short stories recommended by friends, she really felt good, so she was more at ease.However, after reading her friend's recommended bibliography, He Xiu had no choice but to scouring the sands by herself.

He Xiu thinks that she can solve her book shortage problem by relying on the Internet, but now it seems that she is a bit too optimistic.Although Internet literature has some literary style, most of the works are worse than the works of the urban-rural fringe of the Great Celestial Dynasty.

Seeing those short love stories about idiots and resentment, He Xiu's eyes were going to go blind.

As a poor single dog, she just can't bear this kind of strong resentment, let alone "her husband cheated, she must forgive her husband for the sake of the child/family/???, and maintain a respectful relationship with her husband The relationship" This kind of spicy chicken text.

Starting from His Majesty Jiang Hong, the women's revolution has been promoted by His Majesty.Women and men have equal status, but now there are still some outrageous public knowledge to bring women's status back to the patriarchal society.

Of course, when such remarks come out in the general environment, they will be refuted to the ground, but on the Internet where no one knows who it is, then all kinds of ghosts and snakes have come out.

Throwing away the mouse, He Xiu felt that she needed Jing Jing, don't ask her who Jing Jing is.

After drinking a glass of warm water, He Xiu felt much more comfortable.Looking at the interface of Yuanyuan.com, she comforted herself that her character must be too bad just now, and she will try it for the last time now.If she still saw that kind of excellent article, she would give up the idea of ​​reading it online.

Refreshing the page, when He Xiu was about to scroll down, she found a new book "Tai Yi" that appeared on the short story recommendation page.

"Green pepper shredded pork?" He Xiu really wanted to laugh when he saw the author's name.

When the Internet was initially developed, everyone was still very simple.Most of the vests on the Internet are their real names, or even their pseudonyms are thought to be very literary.And a "green pepper shredded pork" is really a bit unique.

When I clicked in to read it, there was only one sentence in the copy, "This is a colleague of Mr. Xu's masterpiece "The Corpse", and there was no other introduction.

He Xiu raised her eyebrows and became interested.Fans of such masterpieces are emerging one after another, and she really can't imagine what new ideas can be written by those who can write here.But - if there is an editor pushing it next to it, it really doesn't look simple.

With a heavy heart of trying/poisoning, He Xiu clicked into this article. After scanning Chapter 1 at a glance, He Xiu got stuck in the middle of Chapter 2.

Here the protagonist dies suddenly...why? ! !