1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin felt that something must have happened during the few minutes he was away.

The way everyone looked at him was so familiar, probably the same as when he was trying to figure something out.

His gaze swept across, and Huang Zonghan quickly avoided it.

It’s you again with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are the one betraying the revolution every time!

Lin Weimin was sure that this matter must have something to do with Huang Zonghan. He was really rebellious!

"Okay, let's start counting votes."

…

"Sports committee member, candidates Ai Baier, Lin Weimin, An Shishan. Ai Baier, one vote. An Shishan one vote. Ai Baier, one vote..."

Lin Weimin's heart dropped as he listened to Zhang Lin singing votes in front of him. Even if he couldn't compare to Abaier, a tall boy from Western Xinjiang who was over 1.8 meters tall, why could An Shishan, who was in his thirties, be able to overpower him?

The sports committee member's vote count ended, and Abaier was elected with 25 votes, An Shishan with 7 votes, and Lin Weimin with 2 votes.

Lin Weimin deliberately shouted: Shady story, but it's a pity that he didn't dare.

Of the two votes he received, one was cast by himself. Who cast the other vote?

He looked up and happened to meet a pair of shy eyes.

Yo, sister Anyi.

I guess it's probably this girl. It seems that only women can appreciate my charm.

Lin Weimin's mood improved a little.

When it was the turn of the labor committee member to count the votes, Lin Weimin's heart was lifted again. He had already foreseen the result.

"Lin is for the people, one vote. Lin is for the people, one vote. Lin is for the people, one vote..."

This heart is so cold and cold!

How much hatred is this? Why don’t we just sell you some books?

In the end, Lin Weimin was elected with an absolute majority of 32 votes, without any controversy.

The students even stood up and applauded, and came over to shake his hand one by one. At the same time, an encouraging expression appeared on their faces, and they encouraged: "Do a good job for the people, and don't let down everyone's expectations!"

Lin Weimin wanted to cry but had no tears.

This plot is wrong!

I am a time traveler. If you treat me like this, won’t your conscience hurt?

When Lin Weimin fell into the melancholy of the hard work of being appointed as the labor committee member, Tang Yuqiu stood on the podium and wrote on the blackboard the courses that the students would take for the next period of time.

"Prehistoric National Culture", "History of Chinese Literature", "Ancient Literature", "Nineteen Ancient Poems and the Peacock Flying Southeast"... "Yuan Opera", "Water Margin"...

The course content basically covers literature from the pre-Qin Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty, as well as courses involving world literature such as "Russian Literature".

This short training course for Lin Weimin and the others only lasted for three months in total. Such an intensive course arrangement made people feel both painful and happy.

The students were happy, but Lin Weimin was the only one who was in pain.

Everyone is pursuing the path of writing. Even if the courses are intensive, the passionate literary feelings in everyone's hearts cannot be annihilated.

But Lin Weimin is different from these people. His writing itself is of a utilitarian nature, and he came to the training center just to get by by chance, taking this opportunity to make some money and improve his living conditions.

He looked at the timetable and saw that there were only classes every day, and he only had one day off on weekends. It was normal in this era to have a single day off.

Gu Hua beside him was still discussing with Cheng Shixu, "It seems that writing can only be done at night."

Damn it, who arranged this course? It really doesn’t give people a way to survive.

Lin Weimin wailed in his heart.

"These are the courses, and everyone knows the schedule. Generally speaking, everyone's time is still very tight. However, in addition to various literature courses, the institute will also arrange some cultural activities in Yanjing for everyone. Let everyone feel the literary atmosphere better."

When Teacher Tang Yuqiu said this, Lin Weimin's eyes lit up. Finally, there was still some humanity in the institute.

We have almost everything to explain in the class meeting, and it’s almost time for lunch.

In the morning, I occupied a meal time in the D school cafeteria and cannot continue to use it.

Teacher Tang Yuqiu dismissed the meeting and began to order Lin Weimin, "Lin Weimin, organize it and restore the canteen to its original state."

Lin Weimin responded with a frown, "I understand, Teacher Tang."

Eh?

He suddenly realized, what did Teacher Tang just say?

"Can you organize it?"

Lin Weimin perked up and felt himself shaking instantly.

He found that he seemed to have misunderstood the position of "labor committee member"!

What is a labor committee member? Class leader!

Cadres, do any of you work on your own?

That must be to coordinate the overall situation and strategize!

Enlightenment!

Lin Weimin felt that his thoughts were sublimated at this moment.

"Hey, who is that..."

Lin Weimin's expression suddenly changed. He pointed his finger forward. The outstretched finger did not point straight at anyone. When he pointed straight at someone, it seemed disrespectful to him, and then he bent it forward. This gained momentum.

"Students, everyone should be more conscious. We are borrowing the site of school D, and we will hurry up and restore it to its original state. We will have to have lunch later. Male students should work harder, and female students should not be idle. There are many of us. You’re very powerful, try to finish it in five minutes, don’t miss your meal!”

Don't tell me, now that he has become a leading cadre, Lin Weimin feels that his waist is no longer sore, his legs are no longer painful, and he has the confidence to speak.

When giving orders, it is called a righteous and stern word.

Seeing that everyone did not carry out his instructions immediately, Lin Weimin glared and showed his leadership style.

"What's wrong? I, the newly elected labor committee member, can't speak well?"

He started to roll call, "Zhang Lin, you are the squad leader, you have the consciousness of a class cadre, why are you still not active in labor?"

"I..." Zhang Lin was almost forty this year. When Lin Weimin said something, he immediately lost his composure, "Students, hurry up and move."

Lin Weimin was very satisfied with Zhang Lin's reaction. Even though you are the squad leader, you still have to listen to my labor committee member when it comes to labor.

Lin Weimin feels that he has completely mastered the secret of being a public servant. It feels so good!

"It's not easy for you to do this!" Zhang Lin lowered his head and whispered to Jiang Zilong while moving the table.

Jiang Zilong also had a toothache, "I didn't expect it either. This guy is too naughty. I can't hold him down."

Both of them had sad faces. Long before the class meeting, Teacher Tang Yuqiu found them and briefly explained the arrangements for them.

It's been like this these days, and even the classmates are used to it. Besides, Zhang Lin and Jiang Zilong's performance these days has really convinced everyone.

Then teacher Tang Yuqiu mentioned Lin Weimin, who was a thorn in the side. Lin Weimin happened to be away from training at this time. Talking about his situation, Tang Yuqiu was heartbroken.

In particular, Huang Zonghan also reported that this kid has never touched a pen in the dormitory these days, let alone a book. Apart from asking someone to sign an autograph, he has never seen him do anything related to books. This phenomenon It is almost impossible to happen to more than thirty students in the class.

So Jiang Zilong proposed that we cannot let Weimin go astray. He is still young and cannot go astray!