Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 105 A storm breaks out in the literary world!

"The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble."

"Even if there are a thousand challengers at your feet, count me as the thousand and one."

"Those are five thousand years of hieroglyphs, and those are the eyes that people in the future will stare at."

Every word seemed to be floating in the air, constantly hitting Huang Bohui's nerves. He rubbed his eyes and focused on the first line of the poem.

Huang Bohui's face was a little excited, and he felt that he was also infected by the sharp words in the poem. His tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Finally he stumbled and said, "I don't understand poetry, but I like this first line very much. I'm very shocked!"

His eyes lit up for a moment, and his whole person was infected by emotion.

Resist? Suspect? anger?

Huang Bohui didn't understand this, and he burst out a sentence from his chest.

"Yes! We are just those despicable people and this dark age."

Bao Guowei originally had a serious face, but after seeing Huang Bohui's performance, he almost laughed.

"Mr. Huang thinks this poem may become a hit?"

"Yes! That's great!" Huang Bohui said excitedly.

"Bingwen, please don't think that I don't understand literature, but I have never eaten pork and haven't seen a pig running?

This poem is good even for a layman like me, let alone those masters! "

"Besides, the emotion exuded by this poem is really in line with your current situation, Bingwen!"

Bao Guowei asked: "How to fit it in?"

"I can't tell you this." Huang Bohui scratched his head and said.

Bao Guowei smiled and said without explaining.

"Can this poem be published in time for tomorrow? This is my answer to those criticisms. I have been silent for too long. Do those guys really think I am a vegetarian?"

"Isn't this a bit too plain?"

Huang Bohui thought again, just such a poem? Although the momentum is extraordinary and enlightening, it is still a bit too literary, and I still feel uncomfortable.

"This is just the beginning."

Bao Guowei showed an evil smile on his face, waved to Huang Bohui, and whispered in his ear for a while.

A few minutes later, Huang Bohui looked at Bao Guowei in shock.

"Is this okay? Bingwen, is it a bit too much?"

Bao Guowei looked at the other party with a speechless expression. You were the one who said the strength was not enough, and you were the one who said it was too much. Then he explained.

"It's just a slight punishment. If it weren't for the fact that they hindered the fundraising, I wouldn't have taken this tactic, but Mr. Huang might have spent money."

Huang Bohui patted his chest and said very boldly.

"Bingwen, you are looking down on me. I, Huang Bohui, can't help you except that I have a lot of money! Since I am a famous teacher, I don't have any worries."

He hammered his fist down and said: "Fuck him! We will publish it in the newspaper tomorrow and let these acid writers see the world!"

Aurora University.

Not inside the school, but in an ordinary small house outside the school.

Dai Wangshu had just graduated from Aurora University a few years ago.

Now while preparing to study abroad, he is co-creating a literary magazine with his friends, and he also writes poetry in his spare time.

But the most important reason is.

Three years ago, Dai Wangshu met his lilac girl, Shi Jiangnian, at the home of his friend Shi Zhecun.

Dai Wangshu, who had no experience in love, fell in love with Shi Jiangnian without hesitation and wrote his longing for her in poems without thinking about food or tea.

And that's exactly why he is now preparing to study abroad.

Shi Jiangnian once mentioned that he wanted a husband with a high degree of education who could give him a stable life.

This is also the seed of infatuation.

Preparing to study abroad can be stressful.

Every day, Dai Wangshu would browse the latest newspapers before studying.

Check out the newspaper to see if there are any good articles or poems.

Discovering the pearl is the happiest thing for him.

I flipped through several copies in a row, and the pages were full of gossip news.

Accuse this today, accuse this tomorrow.

Dai Wangshu became a little angry and muttered to himself.

"I don't see you making any actual accusations. You don't dare to say what you should say, and you talk nonsense that you shouldn't!"

He swept the newspapers roughly and threw them into the trash can.

Somewhat rebelliously, he approached The Times.

Previously, he had only seen criticisms of Bao Guowei and Mr. Taiyan. This time, he wanted to see how the Times, which stood by Zhang Taiyan and Bao Guowei, refuted it.

"what?"

Dai Wangshu let out a soft sigh and scanned the Times many times, but he didn't find any refutation on the big page?

how? Did Mr. Taiyan and this Bao Guowei just let things go?

This doesn't seem like Mr. Taiyan's style, does it?

He read it again and confirmed that there were no clarifications or counterattacks. His eyes felt a lot clearer.

Nowadays, the layout of "The Times" is very pleasant, and the printing is clearer and better-looking than other newspapers. It contains many life tips, some literary nuggets, and occasionally surprises.

I have a lot more favorable impressions of The Times in my heart. “Is there a poem in front of you?”

Dai Wangshu said to himself again.

Before, his attention was focused on recent hot topics, so he put the poem aside, but now that he thought about it, he became interested again.

Last year, he published his first collection of poems, "My Memory."

Poetry is his life and his hobby.

The name of the poem is "Answer", but when he saw the author, Dai Wangshu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Bao Guowei?

This talented high school student can also compose poetry?

His curiosity was aroused, and he couldn't wait to look at the poem. He was stunned when he saw the first sentence, and murmured.

"This sentence."

"Chaoan, Chaoan, Dai Chaoan!"

At this time, a person shouted outside the door. This huge yard was shared by Dai Wangshu and others.

The visitor shouted so urgently that Dai Wangshu had to divert his attention from the newspaper and look up to answer.

"Is it Zhecun? How is the school's literary club? Are the junior students managing it well?"

Shi Zhecun said with a smile: "Hey, under their management, the Lanshe Club has flourished now, so it's not an insult to us seniors."

When he saw Dai Wangshu reading the newspaper, he couldn't help but said with disgust: "Don't read the latest newspapers. They are very boring. They are all useless attacks!"

"There's a poem here that's quite interesting."

Dai Wangshu pushed up his glasses, pointed at the poem in the newspaper and said.

"What kind of poetry can catch your eye as a great poet? Your song "Rain Alley" shocked the entire literary world a few years ago!"

Dai Wangshu smiled and scolded: "Don't praise randomly, I have a hunch that this poem is very good!!!"

"Oh?"

Shi Zhecun became interested instantly and came over to read. Dai Wangshu was finally able to concentrate on reading.

After a few minutes.

Shi Zhecun took a breath of cold air, his eyes widened, and his fingers jumped a little excitedly.

"I like this sentence. This first sentence is my favorite!"

He read out: "Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble."

"So profound! So precise! That's it!"

Dai Wangshu came back to his senses, as if he had pulled gold out of the sand, and commented very quickly: "This poem is so shocking!"

"The author uses the most profound suspicion and rational analysis to deal with the darkness and ugliness of the events he encountered, the unfounded criticisms of others, and even powerful accusations against reality."

"Poetry should be viewed in context. Recently, newspapers have been full of articles attacking Bao Guowei.

But Bao Guowei just wanted to do something for people suffering from the epidemic. He wrote articles to popularize epidemic knowledge, and he was willing to sing on stage but also hold a fundraiser.

Now, they are getting scolded. These people are obstructing Bao Guowei, as if they are part of this dark reality! "

Finally he took a breath and said: "This is really a young genius!"

Shi Zhe was dumbfounded when he was standing by. His eyes seemed to say, Dai Wangshu, you really deserve to be there.

Then he gave a thumbs up, nodded sharply and said, "Yeah~ I think so too."

Dai Wangshu's face was rosy with excitement at this moment, he grabbed the other party's shoulders and said.

"Quick! Spread this poem! It's so exciting! We have discovered another good poem!"

"Let the juniors in the literary club see it, no! Let everyone in the school see it!"

In just one morning, the Times exploded into flames again.

Under Huang Bohui's operation some time ago, the sales volume of "The Times" exceeded 10,000 copies early, and the daily supply generally fluctuates around 13,000 copies.

But despite this, the "Times" was still out of stock today, and paper in Luoyang was expensive for a while.

Many ordinary people do not read poetry, but many of them like to subscribe to the Times.

Take a look at the life tips above, which are also one of the sources of sales for The Times.

But today, some people discovered that they can no longer buy The Times?

"Child, is it true that the Times is gone?"

Faced with everyone's questions, the newsboy could only spread his hands helplessly and said.

"It's useless for you to look for me. The site has already finished all the collections. Everyone has a limit. My share has been sold out long ago!"

Seeing that everyone was disappointed, he kindly reminded them.

"If you have school students at home, you can ask. I heard that most of the newspapers are bought for students at this time!"

Compared with the elders in the literary world, the people who like this poem the most are students in the university.

"Answer" instantly set off a frenzy on major campuses in Shanghai.

At first, it was spread among major literary societies, and later it became word-of-mouth among students.

The sentence "Even if there are a thousand challengers at your feet, then count me as the thousand and one" has made many students impassioned.

They even felt some sympathy for the author Bao Guowei, who was of a similar age.

Looking at the newspapers and articles criticizing Bao Guowei, they all seem to express their own indignation.

Of course, with the help of caring people, this trend blew faster and even spread to the entire group of college students and high school students in Shanghai.

Sparked by a poem, a literary storm is brewing on university campuses!

(End of this chapter)