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Yuan Hua's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It's a good name," Yuan Hua smiled. "Did you choose it yourself?"

"No, it was Teacher He who helped me choose this pen name," Tang Ping'an said with a light laugh. "I like this pen name very much too."

Yuan Hua was envious, but not jealous. He said, "Yes, that's good. I'll start reading now."

The characters above are all in traditional Chinese. Yuanhua can read them, but he can't write them.

Because it was a serialized series, I finished reading it in less than an hour.

Yuan Hua asked, "Tang Ping'an, do you also submit your articles in traditional Chinese characters?"

“Yes!” Tang Ping’an said, “In Hong Kong and Taiwan, they all use traditional Chinese characters, so they can’t understand the simplified characters we write.”

"Oh." Yuan Hua was a little disappointed; she had also wanted to submit her work.

Tang Ping'an admired Yuan Hua's poise and achievements. One of the poems published in the class was by Yuan Hua. He suggested, "Yuan Hua, if you have any thoughts, talk to Teacher He. Perhaps she can help you."

Yuan Hua's eyes lit up, but he immediately became embarrassed and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing Teacher He."

“Hehe, didn’t Teacher He say that we can go to her if we need anything, especially something like writing?” Tang Ping’an said. “We are just students now and can’t repay our teacher’s kindness yet, but we will keep this kindness in our hearts and repay our teacher in the future.”

Yuan Hua thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll organize my poems and go talk to Teacher He about them."

Tang Ping'an's two magazines were passed around among classmates. They read not only Tang Ping'an's martial arts novels, but also other novels, poems, and so on in the magazines.

Although they were just two simple magazines, they greatly broadened my horizons.

Some people started writing secretly and then went to He Tiantian to ask the teacher for guidance.

He Tiantian collected them and looked at them one by one, then shook her head and chuckled.

"Teacher He, what are you laughing at?" Teacher Wu asked, especially seeing so many manuscripts in front of He Tiantian. "Hehe, someone else has submitted a manuscript?"

He Tiantian smiled and said, "The students are very enthusiastic."

"Did you write it very well?" Teacher Wu asked. "Your Class 1 of the 1980 Chinese Department is a star class in our school! Not only are you well-disciplined and have good grades, but you are also so talented."

"You flatter me." He Tiantian smiled. "I'm just afraid of discouraging them. There are many people here who are not suitable for writing martial arts novels, but they see others writing and publishing, so they follow suit. Some are not suitable for writing novels, but they still follow suit. I don't know how to talk to them about it."

"Hehe, just telling the truth," said Teacher Wu, sipping his tea and laughing.

In the office, He Tiantian was always busy, while the others were very relaxed. After finishing their classes and grading assignments, they had nothing else to do and didn't want to get involved in any messy things.

“No!” He Tiantian shook her head. “These children are all talented, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to get into our school. It’s just that they are young, and their vision, imagination, and cognitive abilities haven’t reached a certain level yet, so they can’t write anything too profound for the time being. However, this is not something that can be achieved overnight, but requires guidance and effort step by step. To dismiss them outright is too arbitrary.”

The other teachers in the office agreed with He Tiantian's words.

Teacher Wu then said, "Don't you get tired of reading so much every day? Isn't it nice to just drink tea and read the newspaper like we do?"

"Hehe, I'm not tired at all," He Tiantian smiled. "I'm just taking a break. Drinking tea and reading the newspaper, time will pass just the same. It's the same for me. When the students bring things over, I always have to take a good look at them, after all, I'm their teacher!"

"Oh, I have to admire you, you're the perfect teacher," Teacher Wu said with a smile. "Compared to you, we seem very irresponsible."

He Tiantian smiled and said, "That's not how it is! You've already done your jobs. This is just my hobby, it has nothing to do with work!"

Yes, the school won't pay He Tiantian more just because she mentors a few students who publish articles.

He Tiantian was simply putting herself in the students' shoes and didn't want to waste or let them down.

He Tiantian spent a week reading through all the manuscripts.

Then he took the manuscript to the classroom.

After class, He Tiantian stood on the podium and said, "Students, I am very happy with your enthusiasm for writing. However, I have two points to make. First, it cannot affect your grades. Otherwise, if you cannot graduate, don't come to me. I can help you with anything, but I will not cheat you on your grades. Second, the reason why Tang Ping'an's martial arts novel was able to be published is not only because he writes well, but also because he is good at writing this kind of thing. But that doesn't mean that others are good at it too."

The students below lowered their heads upon hearing He Tiantian's words. Many of them had only started writing after seeing Tang Ping'an write, and most of them were not good at writing.

"I'm not saying this to discourage anyone, but simply to tell you that writing is a very serious matter. What do I want to write? What can I write? Will anyone read what I write? What kind of content and emotions can these books convey to readers?"

He Tiantian didn't say much, but she gave the students below a profound understanding.

"Alright, I have eighteen manuscripts here, and I've read them all," He Tiantian said. "I'd like to ask if you'd like to share them for everyone to critique, or if I should speak with you privately?"

Many people felt embarrassed when they heard that He Tiantian was going to give a public evaluation.

Yuan Hua smiled and said, "Teacher, everyone is quite embarrassed. Let's evaluate them one by one in private."

“Yes, teacher,” the others echoed.

Thinking about it, some of the students' ideas are quite good, but it is indeed inappropriate to publicly evaluate them.

He Tiantian smiled and said, "Okay, this time I'll evaluate them privately. Alright, I'll call you to my office in order of the dates you gave me. Please come to my office after lunch."

"Thank you, Teacher He." Yuan Hua stood up and bowed to He Tiantian.

Yuanhua came over at noon.

"Yuanhua, you have forty minutes before your class starts, so let's use these forty minutes to discuss your poetry." He Tiantian took Yuanhua's dozens of manuscripts and walked out.

Curious, Yuan Hua asked, "Teacher He, it's so cold outside, why are we out here?"

“Other teachers are resting in the office, and we’ll disturb them if we talk,” He Tiantian said. “Come on, let’s go to the classroom. It’s cold there too, but it’s better than outside.”

"Okay, thank you, Teacher He." Yuan Hua was grateful. Just as Tang Ping'an had said, Teacher He always helped them in his spare time.

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