Wenhao 1979, starting with contributing to Story Club

Chapter 46 Bravely Crossing the Single-Plank Bridge

Yu Zhen is very busy.

The college entrance examination season is just around the corner.

He registered for this year's college entrance examination, so he has to work hard now.

Despite having enough confidence to achieve a good score in science subjects.

After all, in another timeline, they were students who had undergone the rigorous "5+3" test-taking strategy and ultimately succeeded in gaining admission to a prestigious 985 university.

But I still have confidence.

At the very least, they should pretend to be diligent and eager to learn.

The city had already made it clear that it would grant him the privilege of being exempt from the college entrance examination and directly enrolling in university. He could choose any of the prestigious universities in Shanghai, whether it was Tongji or Fudan, and any major he wanted.

Yu Zhen politely declined the city's offer of special privileges.

He wanted to truly experience what it was like to brave the single-plank bridge of the 1979 college entrance examination alone.

It's not about being pretentious; it's just about wanting a deeper, more genuine understanding of the times so as not to be too unconventional.

To put it bluntly, he wanted to remain a low-key, ordinary college student, blending into the current college student population rather than becoming the number one science fiction writer who would be the focus of public attention.

As for the future, I haven't really decided what I'll study in college yet, but it certainly won't be Chinese literature...

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Looking back now, there have been far too many unexpected and turbulent currents in the domestic literary scene.

He needs to plan ahead and prepare for the future.

With the privilege of exemption from exams, one can study Chinese literature at a prestigious university and then conveniently become a renowned literary figure in the future.

This road, seemingly paved with golden light, leads to the heavens.

It's delicious now, but in reality... since we can take the exam based on our real abilities, why should we complain about that exemption privilege and give people something to say about it years later?

In short, I will never just be a writer or a so-called creator in the future.

In the future, creative work will only be a side job.

Moreover, it must be a side business that is outside the literary association system and transcends it.

To put it bluntly, he was simply fed up with the culture of the domestic literary circles and didn't want to waste too much energy on it.

The arrival of North American publisher Mark Sr. was undoubtedly a very exciting event for the Shanghai municipal government and literary publishing houses.

Yu Zhen clearly stated that he was too busy preparing for exams to find time to entertain Old Mark.

This statement naturally surprised the city and the community, leaving them completely bewildered.

After all, in everyone's eyes, North American publisher Mark Ruffalo is practically a walking, talking mountain of US dollar foreign exchange.

Several million US dollars.

Fortunately, no one forced him to do anything he didn't want to do.

However, Yu Zhen doesn't need to worry about it any more.

I know he can't find the time.

The city immediately assigned a special person from the foreign affairs department to receive the publisher, Old Mark.

Putting everything else aside, let's first treat them to good food and drink, and let them explore the beautiful landscapes of our motherland.

Selena Feng had learned some of Yu Zhen's thoughts in advance.

I knew he was deliberately putting on airs to test Mark's mentality, making it easier to set conditions when it came to actually negotiating cooperation later.

She has already received a small portion of the manuscript for the third sequel.

Needless to say, the story remains captivating, and the imaginative space is still as vast as a galaxy.

She was completely engrossed in reading it, and she realized more and more clearly the fatal allure of Yu Zhen's sci-fi epic. If Old Mark didn't put in some real effort and missed out on collaborating on a subsequent work, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

Selena von made the decisive choice to stay.

With the end of the semester approaching, Yanda decided not to go back to school. He took a long leave from the school and, together with city staff, acted as a local tour guide, wholeheartedly entertaining Old Mark as he went sightseeing.

At the same time, she skillfully leaked information, several times pretending to inadvertently let slip bits and pieces of exciting content about the third sequel, Resident Evil, to old Mark.

Here's a fishing rod for old Mark, let those who are willing take the bait.

As a result, old Mark was so anxious that he almost had a heart attack.

Meanwhile, several established North American publishers, such as Scribner, Wilson Publishing, Blackwell Scientific Publishing, and HarperCollins, watched as Mark Ruffalo struck gold with two incredibly lucrative books. Ruffalo even went to a mysterious ancient Eastern country to pursue his sequel, and they couldn't sit still any longer.

Having finally obtained accurate information about Yu Zhen, a science fiction writer from the mysterious Eastern Kingdom, they expedited the application and completed all the necessary procedures to come to China, and unanimously boarded an international flight to Shanghai.

The literary scene in Shanghai was suddenly thrown into turmoil.

Those both inside and outside the literary circle who have the right to hear such news are all astonished, exclaiming that the domestic literary world is ushering in a brand new era.

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7月7、7月8、7月9

The three-day grueling battle to cross the single-plank bridge flew by.

Stepping out of the examination room, Yu Zhen felt relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and he felt great.

As for the difficulty level of the exam papers.

In short, the experts who set the college entrance exam questions these days are too honest and straightforward. They don't have the twisted mentality of those in later generations. They can easily plant countless tricks in any question.

Outside the examination center gate, among the waiting crowd, Gong Ying, dressed in a white dress, had taken a day off to come here.

Like the other waiting crowd, Gong Ying waited anxiously, craning her neck and peering intently into the examination center.

She didn't greet Yu Zhen when she arrived. Instead, she dressed up carefully on the day the college entrance exam ended, just so she could suddenly appear and surprise him.

A young girl's heart is always filled with springtime thoughts.

She has already made up her mind.

Today, no matter what, regardless of how Yu Zhen did on the exam, she was determined to confront him face-to-face.

"Yu Zhen, I believe you will do very well on the exam, and I believe you will achieve excellent results. But please don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you don't perform well, it's okay. You can always try again next year... Of course, I'm not just here to say these meaningless comforting words. Actually, the reason I suddenly came to see you today is to tell you in person that no matter whether you get into university this time, no matter how good or bad your job is in the future, I just..."

Just as they were muttering their prepared lines for the meeting, the gathered crowd suddenly stirred.

Someone shouted, "The door is open!" Looking up, they saw that the previously closed examination center door had been slowly pushed open.

Gong Ying was almost knocked over by the crowd that suddenly started to surge forward.

She quickly steadied herself and, taking advantage of her relatively forward position, immediately spotted Yu Zhen's agile figure striding out of the newly opened examination center gate.

Her heart pounded, and she instinctively raised her hand to wave enthusiastically.

They were about to boldly step out from the crowd, rush forward, intercept their target, and bravely reveal their true feelings in front of everyone.

Suddenly, from another direction, the crowd became even more agitated.

Then, someone shouted repeatedly, "Comrades, please cooperate and give the foreign guests some space. Please show some courtesy and make room for the foreign guests to welcome Writer Yu..."

As the voices from the other side shouted.

The gathered crowd spontaneously made way for each other.

Immediately following, under the organization and guidance of several cadres, a typical older white man with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in a suit and tie despite the hot weather, was holding a bouquet of baby's breath and striding excitedly toward Yu Zhen, who had just left the school gate.

She also saw a newspaper reporter holding a camera, being carried on his companion's shoulders, raising the camera lens in mid-air, aiming it at the elderly white man who came forward to present flowers, and at Yu Zhen, who clearly looked a little bewildered, and snapping away.

The crowd then began to discuss the matter frantically.

Everyone was scrambling to see who this famous writer Yu was, and they were all talking about it like crazy. The old white man was a publisher from the United States, and this person had flown all the way to Shanghai in order to sign Yu's next science fiction work.

Now they're even deliberately blocking people's way outside the exam center...

Gong Ying's fair face was filled with an expression of disbelief:

The renowned writer Yu Zhen? He's actually the internationally famous science fiction writer Yu Zhen?

My God, the man I like is actually a soaring dragon.

Looking back, I remember jokingly telling her to her face that Yu Zhen, the model who posed for her portrait, had a nice name, the same as the writer she admired, Yu Zhen…