Chapter 62 Invitation for Contributions
If she says "yes," she will appear utilitarian and impure. This award ceremony will be a joke. If she says "no," she will be suspected of self-justification, and all her words will seem pale and powerless.
So it's a dilemma.
It turns out that journalists are very tricky.
Principal Sun's eyes widened as he listened. "Haven't we mentioned this problem before? Why is this kid still setting up a trap?"
Principal Sun was so anxious that he wanted to answer the question himself, fearing that Wen Zhu hadn't realized the trap in the question.
Wen Zhu was very calm. She pretended not to understand and did not react much.
She smiled sweetly and softly, and replied, "I saved an elderly man in danger. It was truly a coincidence that he met someone like me who knows a little bit about medicine, and that I didn't choose to stand by and watch for fear of getting into trouble."
"But Reporter Lu, you're wondering, does this have anything to do with who he is?" Wen Zhu asked, feigning confusion, throwing the question back to Reporter Lu.
Reporter Lu smiled awkwardly. He had forgotten that this girl was so smart, how could she not understand the hidden meaning in his words?
He asked subconsciously, out of professional irritation, wanting to see how this thoughtful, adult-like little girl would respond. He had no ill intentions.
Wen Zhu didn't wait for him to answer her, so she continued.
"I only knew that the old man was someone else's father, someone else's grandfather. I also have a father, a mother, and relatives. I was thinking, if this was my father, my grandfather, would anyone lend him a helping hand like I did?
I naturally don't know what others will do, but I can choose to follow my heart. Isn't this what Lei Feng's spirit taught me?
I think when Uncle Lei Feng was helping others, he probably wouldn't investigate their family background before deciding whether to help them, Reporter Lu, is that right?"
The last sentence directly points out the essence of reporter Lu’s sharp question and gives her answer.
After hearing this, Reporter Lu was stunned for a moment, then smiled sincerely. "Please forgive my abrupt question. I was judging you by my own standards. It's just a professional habit, and I haven't changed it yet. I hope Mr. Wen won't take offense."
Wen Zhu smiled but said nothing.
"Your speech today was very moving. I think you'd be well-suited to writing. Would you be interested in contributing to our newspaper?"
When Principal Sun heard this, his eyes lit up.
Performance, isn’t this another performance?
He looked at Wen Zhu expectantly.
Wen Zhu shook his head and said, "I might not be able to arrange the time."
She has to cure diseases and save lives, improve her medical skills, help her mother stabilize the snack stall, and be on guard against a bunch of male and female protagonists making trouble.
Principal Sun was listening anxiously and quickly asked, "I wonder if there is any payment for this submission?"
Reporter Lu smiled and said, "We at Huaxin Newspaper really value talent. If your manuscript is accepted, the royalties are very generous. Furthermore, we not only have a newspaper but also a youth magazine, which is in its early stages. We need contributors like Mr. Wen, whose language and writing are so captivating. Mr. Wen, are you sure you won't consider it?"
When Principal Sun heard this, he felt relieved, as he had indeed asked the right question.
When Wen Zhu heard about the royalties, she looked at him and said, "Actually, I've always had a passion for literary creation. It's just that I've never had the opportunity. Since reporter Lu thinks I have the potential, I think I can give it a try!"
Principal Sun was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, even happier than Wen Zhu.
It’s no wonder that Principal Sun is so anxious.
Their school desperately needs some outstanding students, otherwise they won't be able to fill the next class. Since they began jointly evaluating schools with the city, they've never been on the list of advanced schools.
Reporter Lu gave Wen Zhu the address and chatted for a few more words. Finally, he took another photo of Wen Zhu and the school leaders before the two reporters left.
Xu Niannian, who deliberately fell behind, hesitated for a while, and only reacted after hearing what reporter Lu said to Wen Zhu about the submission.
Yes, she can also submit articles!
Why didn't she think of such an easy way to make money before!
When Reporter Lu was talking, she was already fantasizing about submitting her article to the newspaper. If it was accepted, she would gain both fame and fortune in school!
Wen Zhu took a look at the address, memorized it, then tore the paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
Xu Niannian followed Wen Zhu. She originally wanted to see where she put the note with the address, so that she could take a peek and write it down when she wasn't paying attention.
As a result, she blatantly tore up the note with the address and threw it into the trash can. She was so ungrateful!
But this also made it convenient for her.
She looked around and saw that there was no one around. She searched for a long time, picked up the fragments, made sure there was nothing missing, and stuffed them into her pocket.
"Xu Niannian, what are you doing dawdling over there by the trash can? Hurry up and get into the classroom!"
Wen Zhu heard the sound, looked out the window and smiled.
He looked at the small piece of paper with a number on it between his fingers, thinking about it.
What’s more, the barrage of comments never stopped.
[Is the heroine finally going to make a comeback? ]
[I remember that the heroine first started a snack business and made a lot of money. Then she submitted articles to a newspaper under a pseudonym. Finally, her true identity was revealed, and the hero gradually became attracted to her, and their relationship heated up.]
[But this time, before she even started submitting her article, Sister Wen was already invited by a reporter.]
[Who knows? Let's wait and see. I support Sister Wen!]
The heroine was so obviously standing there alone, craning her neck to look around, as if she wanted to stretch her ears over. How could she, a living person with eyes that weren't blind, not see it, how could she not know what she was thinking?
She did it on purpose.
Let her be happy for a while. Let's see her submission. I wonder when it will arrive!
After she felt that she was no longer cannon fodder, she slowly began to transform into a vicious female supporting role.
Wen Zhu sat back in his seat, and Qian Xusen came over from the last row like a shadow.
Borrow a pen, borrow a book, borrow a notebook, borrow notes.
"How about I lend you my brain?"
"If you can, lend it to me!"
Wen Zhu was truly impressed. This young master had gone out empty-handed this morning, looking as carefree as if he were going for an outing. Now that he knew he had nothing, he came to torture her again.
She didn't have much time to study at home, so she had to try to be more efficient at school. However, she was always interrupted by him, which made Wen Zhu a little overwhelmed.
Qian Xusen also knew that this was not a good thing to do, so he whispered a promise, "You're the only one I know here. I promise I'll bring you next time!"
Wen Zhu was helpless, but she still lent it to him. Her lost schoolbag had been picked up and handed back to the school, and she also brought her third brother's old books. She happened to have some extra for him.
Before class, Teacher Lin asked Qian Xusen to introduce himself. He walked up with a cold face and said a few words.
"My name is Qian Xusen. I'm male. I like playing basketball. Oh, by the way, I'm Wen Zhu's good friend."
Wen Zhu: ...
Ask her to introduce herself, why bring up her?
Amidst the curious and gossipy looks of his classmates, Qian Xusen returned to his seat with a cool expression and one hand in his pocket.
The second-year student, the second-year syndrome, she couldn't cure it. There was no cure, no cure, no cure, no cure at all.
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