The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China - Chapter 1008

  Chongqing, Zhou Mansion.

   Early morning.

  Fu Shuyun came to the open space in the garden wearing training clothes, where five children were already standing. They are 12-year-old Zhou Weilie, 9-year-old Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yangxuan. In addition, there are Sun Yonghao’s 6-year-old eldest son Sun Jizong, and Zhu Guozhen’s 6-year-old third daughter Zhu Meiling.

   “Stand in line in order of height!” Fu Shuyun shouted with the whip in hand.

  This female martial artist has appeared in this book. She is one of the martial arts team members who went to the Berlin Olympics to perform. She is good at cotton boxing and gossip chain legs. She also won the women’s equipment champion in the 6th Chinese martial arts competition.

  Fu Shuyun is a martial arts teacher recommended by Zhu Guozhen to teach Mianquan to children. This martial art is suitable for girls to practice, and it has outstanding effects in mobilizing muscles and bones. It is more suitable for training children’s bodies than boxing methods such as Xingyiquan and Baguazhang.

  Basic movements were taught as early as during the winter vacation, and now Zhou Hexuan’s three sons are practicing routines, which is what ordinary people call gimmicks. Sun Yonghao’s son and Zhu Guozhen’s daughter need to continue to practice basic skills. Their future development direction is martial arts, or at least martial arts athletes.

“what!”

“what!”

  The brothers Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yangxu practiced very hard, but Zhou Weilie was quite bored, and his punches and kicks were all out of shape.

“Snapped!”

   Fu Shuyun used a pointer to slap Zhou Weilie on the body, and said with a straight face, “Student Weilie, please concentrate!”

   “Hee hee!” Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yang pursed their lips and snickered.

   Zhou Weilie rubbed his sore shoulders and glanced at his elder sister and younger sister who were studying under the big banyan tree. He felt very resentful towards his father in his heart. Why can Zhou Lingjun and Zhou Chunxi learn musical instruments, but he can only learn boxing stupidly?

   After finally finishing the exercise time, Zhou Weilie immediately picked up his schoolbag and ran to the pier, with several stalkers behind him.

   Sisters Zhou Lingjun and Zhou Chunxi walked slowly with their schoolbags in hand, humming the patriotic tune that Master had taught a few days ago.

Last summer, Zhou Hexuan refused to let his son skip grades again, but he still skipped, because his son’s actions left him speechless-Zhou Weilie only spent seven months studying, and in the final exam at the end of last year, he passed the national language test. , English, history, geography, flora and fauna and other subjects to increase the average score to more than 80.

   It can only be said that a scholar is a scholar after all, and there is no such thing as a partial subject, but they are not interested in studying it seriously.

  Einstein also failed the university entrance exam, because his grades in liberal arts were too poor, so he had to go to a middle school to repeat his studies. In order to save face, he even told his family members far away that he took a college preparatory class, and then easily caught up with his liberal arts scores in a year.

  The small river wheel rowed forward on the water waves, breaking through the faint morning light, and in the distance was the rising sun.

   Zhou Lingjun is 13 years old and is in the second grade of junior high school in Nankai Middle School; Zhou Shuoming, Zhou Yangxu, Zhou Chunxi, Sun Jizong and Zhu Meiling are all still in elementary school, and they are in Chongqing Nankai Temporary Primary School.

  It took a full hour and a half, and the Xiaojiang Lun finally arrived at the Shapingba Pier.

  On the way, only Zhou Weilie read the book seriously, Zhou Lingjun took his sister Chunxi to paint for fun, and the other children were either playing or making up for sleep. Before the boat could stop on the shore, Zhou Weilie jumped down with his schoolbag on his back and ran away without a trace.

  Nankai system, regardless of universities, primary and secondary schools, are all private schools. Children who can study here will have at least a well-off family at home.

   A teacher stood guard at the school gate, and the students who were laughing and playing immediately became obedient and bowed respectfully: “Sir, good morning!”

   Zhou Weilie also stopped, shouted “Hello sir” casually, and then continued to run into the school gate.

   “Zhou Weilie, stop!” the teacher yelled.

   “What’s wrong?” Zhou Weilie turned around in confusion.

   The teacher scolded and said, “Look at you, your clothes are not neat and your schoolbag is crooked. How can you look like a student? Come and tidy up your clothes!”

  There are large mirrors in every important passage of Nankai School, and there is a side at the entrance of the school.

   Zhou Weilie had no choice but to walk back honestly, arranging his clothes and schoolbag in front of the mirror, turning around and asking, “Sir, can I go now?”

   The teacher said with a dark face: “Don’t think that you are a prodigy, you can break the school rules and disciplines, and you will be punished to memorize “Mirror Proverbs” ten times here, and you can enter the school when you have finished!”

   Zhou Weilie rolled his eyes, stood at attention and recited: “The face must be clean, the hair must be trimmed, the clothes must be straightened, the buttons must be knotted. The head must be straight, the shoulders are flat, and the chest is wide…”

The teacher waited for Zhou Weilie to finish reciting “Mirror Proverbs” ten times before putting on a smiling face and saying earnestly, “Student Weilie, as a student, as a Chinese, you should not only study hard, but also develop knowledge. Good habits and morals. You have been arrested by me six times in less than two years in Nankai Middle School. You must restrain yourself in the future. Do you understand?”

   “Got it, I forgot to pack my schoolbag today.” Zhou Weilie bowed his head and admitted his mistake, but he didn’t care.

  The teacher said again: “Ling Zun Zhou’s new novel is quite controversial. Do you know what he meant by writing this novel?”

   “Mr. is talking about “The Little Prince”?” Zhou Weilie asked.

  The teacher nodded and said, “It’s The Little Prince.”

Zhou Weilie smiled and said, “That’s a fairy tale. It was written a few years ago, and it was used to coax our brothers and sisters to sleep at night. Moreover, the story was so childish that I didn’t like listening to it. He had to read it all the time. .But the hypnotic effect is very good, I fell asleep listening to it.”

  The teacher said with emotion: “You, you are still too young to hear the emotions behind the story. Ling Zun’s painstaking efforts were wasted. Go, go, go to the classroom to read in the morning.”

   “Sir, then I’m leaving.” Zhou Weilie bowed and ran.

  This kid has already entered the third year of high school after skipping grades, and he will take the college entrance examination in a few months. As soon as he entered the classroom, the other students in the class greeted each other: “Morning, Young Master Zhou!”

   The so-called “Zhou Gongzi” is naturally a joke, even with a bit of doting on the little brother in the class.

   When Zhou Weilie was in junior high school, he was often isolated and excluded by his classmates. Adolescents were ignorant. But the high school students were much more mature, and they didn’t look at him in a strange way, at most they were just curious.

   There are many dignitaries in Nankai Middle School. For example, Feng Yuxiang’s daughter is in her second year of high school, and Xiao Weilie was at the same table with her before she skipped a grade.

   “Weilie, come and help me see, where did I go wrong in this differential equation?” Nanquan, the current roommate at the same table, beckoned.

   Zhou Weilie leaned over immediately, threw away his schoolbag and studied differential equations with Lou Nanquan.

   This same tablemate is also a university tyrant. My grandfather is a doctor of physics from Tokyo Institute of Technology, my grandmother is a master of art from Waseda University, and my parents are senior intellectuals. He has laid the foundation for learning since he was a child, and he has already learned advanced mathematics by himself before graduating from high school – a future member of the Chinese Academy of Sciences (lifetime honor, equivalent to an academician).

   Zhou Weilie was discussing mathematics with Lou Nanquan. Lu Wanzhen, a female classmate in the back row, patted him on the shoulder, holding a copy of “The Little Prince” and said, “Brother Zhou, can you let your father sign the book?”

   “My dad went to India, but he hasn’t returned to China.” Zhou Weilie continued to answer the questions without raising his head.

   “Oh,” Lu Wanzhen said a little disappointed, “When Uncle Zhou returns to Chongqing, can you help me bring the book to sign?”

   “No problem.” Zhou Weilie agreed.

   “Thank you so much, I’ll treat you to something delicious for lunch!” Lu Wanzhen said happily.

  Students from private schools, their family background is definitely not ordinary. Lu Wanzhen’s father is an entrepreneur who returned from Japan, and her mother is a progressive woman who graduated from a normal school. Well, she is also a scholar herself. In the future, she will be the chief engineer of the Refining Research Institute of the Ministry of Petroleum Industry, and another academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

   The future female academician is about to graduate from high school. She is not worried about failing the college entrance examination at all. Instead, she looks at “The Little Prince” leisurely.

   By the time school was dismissed in the morning, Zhou Weilie had already been approached by 16 classmates, and even the next class had come to ask him to go home and ask for his autograph. Zhou Weilie is used to this. Every time Dad publishes a new book, there will inevitably be a bunch of classmates asking for autographs.

   After lunch, Zhou Weilie was lying on the table taking a nap when he heard a group of classmates arguing.

   “Hmph, these people are really bad! The Little Prince is so well written, yet he scolds Mr. Zhou in the newspaper for not knowing his country’s hatred.”

   “Originally, I didn’t know the hatred of subjugation of the country. Now, when the national crisis is on the horizon, everyone writes literature on the War of Resistance, and Mr. Zhou has the leisure to write fairy tales.”

   “What happened to the fairy tale? The book expresses the truth, the good and the beautiful, and it doesn’t teach people to learn bad.”

   “If you don’t write anti-Japanese literature, you are not patriotic!”

   “Who said that Mr. Zhou is not patriotic? If Mr. Zhou is not patriotic, why did the Japanese assassinate him? You are so patriotic, why don’t the Japanese come to assassinate you!”

   “Strong words!”

   “It was!”

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