I really don't want to be a superstar
Chapter 421, suddenly hit 2
Chapter 421, Suddenly Secondary School
"You won't write poems anymore?"
Hearing what Li Yun said, Wang Lei recovered from the frustration just now, with a look of astonishment on his face.
Frankly speaking, from Wang Lei's point of view, the poems and articles that Li Yun just left behind are enough to make him a leading figure in the traditional cultural circle. Well, he is almost in this position now, but he still lacks the polish of time .
And the poems just written can speed up this stage, skip the polish of time, and make him a well-deserved master.
However, under such circumstances, he actually left a light sentence saying that he would not play this business in the future?
This made Wang Lei a little jealous and angry.
Can you do whatever you want with talent?Can you treat a field as a toy that can be thrown away at any time?
"I think you can get more if you stay."
Wang Lei couldn't help but said.
"I have already decided that today is the last time I write poetry, and I'm afraid I won't be able to write it in the future."
Li Yun also responded seriously, and his mind returned to a state of chaos.
In a flash of inspiration just now, Li Yun handed over all the stocks.
This is Li Yun's last poem.
Not kidding.
And after carrying all the inventory of poems in his mind, Li Yun actually felt a sense of light sublimation, and his whole spirit was lightened, as if a layer of shackles had been removed.
From now on, there will be no more poems and ancient prose in my life.
Sometimes, Li Yun would think about life at night when the sage was lonely and had nowhere to release, and why did he travel through time?Why do you get the system by coincidence?
Maybe, everything is luck, it's just a gift from fate that an ordinary little person got after burning himself out—although to Li Yun, this gift from fate seems a bit redundant, after all, he doesn't want a system.
But maybe it's not a coincidence.
Perhaps, my mission in this parallel world is to spread the culture of my previous life in this world as much as possible.
As 'the communicator of civilization'.
Well, it sounds like the mission is a bit secondary, but it is true that after Li Yun handed over his poems, the sense of spiritual detachment he got is true.
Li Yun suddenly thought, why does he always pursue being a 'salted fish'?
Maybe it's the unreasonable sense of mission and shackles in my heart that are causing trouble.
Li Yun suddenly felt that he was in the second grade. Thinking about it, he was still full of shame.
But no matter what, it is a good thing to get rid of a shackle in my heart.
Li Yun thinks he can eat two more pieces of fried chicken legs if he is in a happy mood today
"Although it is a pity that you will no longer be involved in poetry and articles in the future, but think about it carefully, you have paid enough for this field."
Huang Bingtian said with emotion.
After reading these articles, he did not show the excitement he imagined.
When Li Yun stood in this room, wanting to leave words for civilization, Huang Bingtian felt that no matter what kind of talent Li Yun showed, it was only natural.
"Now, let's put this book in the safe together, maybe he will go to the end of the world."
At this time, the professors of Capital University also showed a very pious look, and accompanied Li Yun to put the written poetry collection in the safe.
At this moment, Li Yun's face is full of a sense of sacred mission
It's an amazing feeling to be part of history.
In the evening, Li Yun had a meal in the dining hall of Capital University, Huang Bingtian and the others treated the guests, and the host and guests had a good time.
It's quite nervous to talk and laugh with such a group of bigwigs in academia.
Of course, it was nervous for Li Yun, but it was curiosity for the passing students.
Who is that person at the dinner table who can chat and laugh happily with professors of literature and history?
"babble?"
"Yi Wen? What's wrong."
"No, I really want to see a familiar person. It must be my illusion."
Yi Wen watched from a distance outside the dining hall.
Thinking, isn't this the young man I met in the drama club today?
Why is he still here? He is still talking and laughing with so many professors?
"I must have read it wrong."
Yi Wen muttered, feeling uncertain.
On the side, her best friend seemed to have noticed the table full of professors inside, and seemed to think thoughtfully: "I seem to have a little impression of the young man sitting inside."
"I have a little impression, do you know?"
"I don't know, I seem to have noticed it on some program."
"Oh."
Yi Wen wondered, on what program did he notice that it should be a star.
Since he is a star, he should not be the man with vulgar aesthetics that he met in the drama club.
After all, his plain appearance doesn't look like a star, at least he has to be about the same length as Oxe's Obamas.
"Looks like I'm overthinking it."
While eating, Li Yun was thinking about something absently.
The people around did not intend to disturb, because they were too familiar with the state Li Yun was in at this moment.
In the afternoon, Li Yun was also thinking about the work with the same expression
Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian couldn't help but wonder, what kind of work is Li Yun creating now?
music?script?Or something else.
Wang Lei has a kind of blind jealousy and confidence in Li Yun.
He felt that as long as it was created by Li Yun, it would definitely be a good work.
"Well, professors, I have a few ideas here."
"Oh? What's the idea?"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they were all willing to listen to Li Yun's thoughts.
"Before I was idle and bored, I wrote a few drama scripts, and I want to donate them directly to the Drama Department of Capital University."
Drama?
Both Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian were a little confused.
I haven't heard that you can write plays?
"You still understand this?"
"Cough cough cough, understand a little bit, understand a little bit."
Li Yun's guilty conscience is of course not his own understanding, but the knowledge of his previous life.
"Really? Play script? All donated?"
In fact, Huang Bingtian was mainly surprised that Li Yun could even write drama scripts.
Although this thing is also a script, it is much more niche than scripts such as TV dramas and movies.
In recent years, in the field of drama, whether it is foreign or domestic, the performances are all familiar recipes, familiar flavors, and familiar scripts, and the changes have not changed much.
Li Yun actually wants to write about such a niche thing, which is also true, which is a bit surprising.
Li Yun coughed lightly and said.
"How should I put it, thank you everyone at Capital University for allowing me to receive this honor. There is nothing wrong with me donating a few scripts."
"I'm actually quite curious about the script."
Huang Bingtian did not hide his curiosity at all, even he is a drama lover, otherwise he would not have invited Li Yun to watch the performance of the drama club of Beijing University.
"I got a few scripts here"
"One is called "Tea House", one is called "Thunderstorm", and the other is called..."
"Don Quixote."
Yi Wen is going about her calm daily life.
As a student of art history at Capital University, her favorite thing is to study Chinese and foreign art history.
Studying Chinese and foreign art history will naturally also come into contact with Chinese and foreign classical art.
Such as musical instruments, classical music, drama, opera, etc., are all within her good range.
She is very grateful for her hard work and was able to be admitted to the art history major of Jingcheng University—although others always think that she got into Jingcheng University because of her Beijing hukou and her ballet expertise.
But Yi Wen knew.
It's all other people's sourness.
When it comes to majors, drama is what she likes the most. Of course, this is not the reason why she likes the performances of the drama club of Beijing University.
That man who is blessed by heaven, handsome and talented
"Xiao Min, I don't know if it's an illusion. When I finished watching the play today, the senior took a look at me."
"Did you see it in a dream?"
"Really! He glanced at me."
"Xiaowen, from your freshman year to your junior year, the seniors are about to graduate, and they didn't even look at you. What are you thinking about today? By the way, you might be suffering from hysteria."
Xiao Min on the side seemed to put his hand on Yi Wen's forehead worriedly.
Yi Wen rolled his eyes at his roommate: "What and what, don't keep thinking of me as a nympho, okay, I'm very sensible."
"Yi Wen! Senior Zhang Lin is here to find you"
"Ah! What? You said Senior Zhang is here?"
Zhang Lin is Yi Wen's long-cherished senior. He is also a star figure in Capital University. He is handsome and talented. He and Yi Wen are majoring in art history. He is a god-level figure in their liberal arts department.
Hearing that the senior came to look for her, regardless of whether it was true or not, Yi Wen had already thrown his reason into the clouds.
Sensible or something, can I eat it?
"Tsk tsk, you still say you're rational, but you're going to believe him when he's fooling you. Damn it! Is it really here?"
Originally, Yi Wen's best friend wanted to be angry, but turned around and saw that the person standing at the door of the dormitory downstairs was a male god majoring in art history and the president of the drama club?
She actually came to find Yi Wen!
And Yi Wen had regained his sanity, but when he saw Zhang Lin standing at the door of the dormitory, the thread of reason could no longer be stretched.
At this moment, Yi Wen just wanted to run downstairs to find the senior.
It's a bit strange to say, even Yi Wen has already thought about the name of the future child, the boy is called Zhang Zixin, and the girl is called Zhang Ziying
"Senior."
"Hello, is this Yi Wen's classmate?"
"Um"
Looking at the handsome senior in front of him, Yi Wen's little heart was jumping wildly.
Senior, is this a confession?
However.
"Hello, sister Yi Wenwen, may I ask if you saw the man who came to the drama club today, where did he go after the end, did you see it?"
(End of this chapter)
"You won't write poems anymore?"
Hearing what Li Yun said, Wang Lei recovered from the frustration just now, with a look of astonishment on his face.
Frankly speaking, from Wang Lei's point of view, the poems and articles that Li Yun just left behind are enough to make him a leading figure in the traditional cultural circle. Well, he is almost in this position now, but he still lacks the polish of time .
And the poems just written can speed up this stage, skip the polish of time, and make him a well-deserved master.
However, under such circumstances, he actually left a light sentence saying that he would not play this business in the future?
This made Wang Lei a little jealous and angry.
Can you do whatever you want with talent?Can you treat a field as a toy that can be thrown away at any time?
"I think you can get more if you stay."
Wang Lei couldn't help but said.
"I have already decided that today is the last time I write poetry, and I'm afraid I won't be able to write it in the future."
Li Yun also responded seriously, and his mind returned to a state of chaos.
In a flash of inspiration just now, Li Yun handed over all the stocks.
This is Li Yun's last poem.
Not kidding.
And after carrying all the inventory of poems in his mind, Li Yun actually felt a sense of light sublimation, and his whole spirit was lightened, as if a layer of shackles had been removed.
From now on, there will be no more poems and ancient prose in my life.
Sometimes, Li Yun would think about life at night when the sage was lonely and had nowhere to release, and why did he travel through time?Why do you get the system by coincidence?
Maybe, everything is luck, it's just a gift from fate that an ordinary little person got after burning himself out—although to Li Yun, this gift from fate seems a bit redundant, after all, he doesn't want a system.
But maybe it's not a coincidence.
Perhaps, my mission in this parallel world is to spread the culture of my previous life in this world as much as possible.
As 'the communicator of civilization'.
Well, it sounds like the mission is a bit secondary, but it is true that after Li Yun handed over his poems, the sense of spiritual detachment he got is true.
Li Yun suddenly thought, why does he always pursue being a 'salted fish'?
Maybe it's the unreasonable sense of mission and shackles in my heart that are causing trouble.
Li Yun suddenly felt that he was in the second grade. Thinking about it, he was still full of shame.
But no matter what, it is a good thing to get rid of a shackle in my heart.
Li Yun thinks he can eat two more pieces of fried chicken legs if he is in a happy mood today
"Although it is a pity that you will no longer be involved in poetry and articles in the future, but think about it carefully, you have paid enough for this field."
Huang Bingtian said with emotion.
After reading these articles, he did not show the excitement he imagined.
When Li Yun stood in this room, wanting to leave words for civilization, Huang Bingtian felt that no matter what kind of talent Li Yun showed, it was only natural.
"Now, let's put this book in the safe together, maybe he will go to the end of the world."
At this time, the professors of Capital University also showed a very pious look, and accompanied Li Yun to put the written poetry collection in the safe.
At this moment, Li Yun's face is full of a sense of sacred mission
It's an amazing feeling to be part of history.
In the evening, Li Yun had a meal in the dining hall of Capital University, Huang Bingtian and the others treated the guests, and the host and guests had a good time.
It's quite nervous to talk and laugh with such a group of bigwigs in academia.
Of course, it was nervous for Li Yun, but it was curiosity for the passing students.
Who is that person at the dinner table who can chat and laugh happily with professors of literature and history?
"babble?"
"Yi Wen? What's wrong."
"No, I really want to see a familiar person. It must be my illusion."
Yi Wen watched from a distance outside the dining hall.
Thinking, isn't this the young man I met in the drama club today?
Why is he still here? He is still talking and laughing with so many professors?
"I must have read it wrong."
Yi Wen muttered, feeling uncertain.
On the side, her best friend seemed to have noticed the table full of professors inside, and seemed to think thoughtfully: "I seem to have a little impression of the young man sitting inside."
"I have a little impression, do you know?"
"I don't know, I seem to have noticed it on some program."
"Oh."
Yi Wen wondered, on what program did he notice that it should be a star.
Since he is a star, he should not be the man with vulgar aesthetics that he met in the drama club.
After all, his plain appearance doesn't look like a star, at least he has to be about the same length as Oxe's Obamas.
"Looks like I'm overthinking it."
While eating, Li Yun was thinking about something absently.
The people around did not intend to disturb, because they were too familiar with the state Li Yun was in at this moment.
In the afternoon, Li Yun was also thinking about the work with the same expression
Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian couldn't help but wonder, what kind of work is Li Yun creating now?
music?script?Or something else.
Wang Lei has a kind of blind jealousy and confidence in Li Yun.
He felt that as long as it was created by Li Yun, it would definitely be a good work.
"Well, professors, I have a few ideas here."
"Oh? What's the idea?"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they were all willing to listen to Li Yun's thoughts.
"Before I was idle and bored, I wrote a few drama scripts, and I want to donate them directly to the Drama Department of Capital University."
Drama?
Both Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian were a little confused.
I haven't heard that you can write plays?
"You still understand this?"
"Cough cough cough, understand a little bit, understand a little bit."
Li Yun's guilty conscience is of course not his own understanding, but the knowledge of his previous life.
"Really? Play script? All donated?"
In fact, Huang Bingtian was mainly surprised that Li Yun could even write drama scripts.
Although this thing is also a script, it is much more niche than scripts such as TV dramas and movies.
In recent years, in the field of drama, whether it is foreign or domestic, the performances are all familiar recipes, familiar flavors, and familiar scripts, and the changes have not changed much.
Li Yun actually wants to write about such a niche thing, which is also true, which is a bit surprising.
Li Yun coughed lightly and said.
"How should I put it, thank you everyone at Capital University for allowing me to receive this honor. There is nothing wrong with me donating a few scripts."
"I'm actually quite curious about the script."
Huang Bingtian did not hide his curiosity at all, even he is a drama lover, otherwise he would not have invited Li Yun to watch the performance of the drama club of Beijing University.
"I got a few scripts here"
"One is called "Tea House", one is called "Thunderstorm", and the other is called..."
"Don Quixote."
Yi Wen is going about her calm daily life.
As a student of art history at Capital University, her favorite thing is to study Chinese and foreign art history.
Studying Chinese and foreign art history will naturally also come into contact with Chinese and foreign classical art.
Such as musical instruments, classical music, drama, opera, etc., are all within her good range.
She is very grateful for her hard work and was able to be admitted to the art history major of Jingcheng University—although others always think that she got into Jingcheng University because of her Beijing hukou and her ballet expertise.
But Yi Wen knew.
It's all other people's sourness.
When it comes to majors, drama is what she likes the most. Of course, this is not the reason why she likes the performances of the drama club of Beijing University.
That man who is blessed by heaven, handsome and talented
"Xiao Min, I don't know if it's an illusion. When I finished watching the play today, the senior took a look at me."
"Did you see it in a dream?"
"Really! He glanced at me."
"Xiaowen, from your freshman year to your junior year, the seniors are about to graduate, and they didn't even look at you. What are you thinking about today? By the way, you might be suffering from hysteria."
Xiao Min on the side seemed to put his hand on Yi Wen's forehead worriedly.
Yi Wen rolled his eyes at his roommate: "What and what, don't keep thinking of me as a nympho, okay, I'm very sensible."
"Yi Wen! Senior Zhang Lin is here to find you"
"Ah! What? You said Senior Zhang is here?"
Zhang Lin is Yi Wen's long-cherished senior. He is also a star figure in Capital University. He is handsome and talented. He and Yi Wen are majoring in art history. He is a god-level figure in their liberal arts department.
Hearing that the senior came to look for her, regardless of whether it was true or not, Yi Wen had already thrown his reason into the clouds.
Sensible or something, can I eat it?
"Tsk tsk, you still say you're rational, but you're going to believe him when he's fooling you. Damn it! Is it really here?"
Originally, Yi Wen's best friend wanted to be angry, but turned around and saw that the person standing at the door of the dormitory downstairs was a male god majoring in art history and the president of the drama club?
She actually came to find Yi Wen!
And Yi Wen had regained his sanity, but when he saw Zhang Lin standing at the door of the dormitory, the thread of reason could no longer be stretched.
At this moment, Yi Wen just wanted to run downstairs to find the senior.
It's a bit strange to say, even Yi Wen has already thought about the name of the future child, the boy is called Zhang Zixin, and the girl is called Zhang Ziying
"Senior."
"Hello, is this Yi Wen's classmate?"
"Um"
Looking at the handsome senior in front of him, Yi Wen's little heart was jumping wildly.
Senior, is this a confession?
However.
"Hello, sister Yi Wenwen, may I ask if you saw the man who came to the drama club today, where did he go after the end, did you see it?"
(End of this chapter)
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