Chapter 216 Is there such a good thing?
After Li Ye's first debate, this form of discussion became popular at Beijing University as if overnight.
You don't need to worry about the venue. You just need to put a few tables in two rows and put a judge's seat in the middle to start the debate.
For a while, debates between classes, grades, and departments were in full swing.
This was an era when social thoughts were most active and cultural enthusiasm was just emerging. Everyone included the conflict between tradition and modernity, the debate between new and old ideas, and the expectations and confusion about the future into the scope of debate.
However, Li Ye, once the "No. 1 debater", gradually began to selectively participate in debates after several wonderful debates, citing "limited professional knowledge" as the reason, which made many people who wanted to "defeat" him very unhappy.
Others thought he was shrinking from fighting, but Li Ye actually didn't want to participate in too many meaningless arguments.
For example, “On the necessity of the existence of the commune”. In a few months, the commune will become history. What’s the point of debating it?
For example, if the students on the other side are all top students in the Department of Philosophy, why don't you run away? Don't you know what their special skills are?
Besides, Li Ye was multitasking at the moment. He was reading two novels at the same time, and was also worrying about the preparations for the promotion of the Fenghua clothing brand. He had to try his best to squeeze out some free time, and he also had to deepen his relationship with little sister Wen Leyu!
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At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Ye and Sister Wen were studying in the library.
The lunch box in the middle of the table was filled with all kinds of fruits that Wen Leyu liked to eat, but more than half an hour had passed today and she hadn't eaten a single one.
Because a few days ago, there was news from Hong Kong that the award-winning submissions for A Song of Ice and Fire had already begun.
After Li Ye told Wen Leyu, the girl was immediately excited and worked intensively for fourteen hours every day, determined to complete the task assigned by Li Ye successfully.
Li Ye pushed his lunch box and said, "Don't be so anxious. No one is asking you to submit your manuscript. Eat some fruit and take a rest. Don't tire yourself out."
Wen Leyu was indifferent and just responded casually: "My father always said that you should not fight a battle without preparation. Just because they are not urging us now doesn't mean we can slack off. Hurry up and write your manuscript! I have almost finished translating this part."
"Why are you so fast? Don't be so aggressive!"
Li Ye couldn't help but let out a sigh.
When he saw Wen Leyu's appearance, he was reminded of the great writers he met when he was writing online novels in his previous life.
When Li Ye first started writing novels, everything was fine. Except for a certain guy with feathers, everyone was pretty peaceful. Four thousand words a day was a pass, six thousand words was a hard work, and occasionally there was still time to enjoy life.
But later on, it was no longer possible. A bunch of young men came from the country of Feilu, speaking foreign scriptures.
He only writes 10,000 words a day, and 50,000 words a day, but it makes Li Ye and many veteran writers confused.
Li Ye tried to catch up helplessly, but looking at the tens of thousands of words updated by others, he could only shout out angrily - I can never reconcile with the King of Volumes!
And now Wen Leyu actually shows the temperament of a king of curling. How can this be tolerated?
Do you want to tire your husband to death?
"Xiaoyu, do you want to eat peaches?"
Wen Leyu said nothing.
Li Ye had no choice but to pick up a piece of broken peach and put it to Wen Leyu's mouth.
Wen Leyu subconsciously put it in his mouth, and after chewing it for a few times, he realized that something was wrong.
She quickly looked around and found that no one noticed Li Ye's intimate behavior. She glared at Li Ye fiercely and pulled the lunch box directly to her side.
"I'll take it back to the dormitory and eat it slowly. You hurry up and write the manuscript for me."
"Okay, okay! Let me think about how to write it."
Li Ye looked at his Chinese manuscript with a headache.
[Daenerys was ordered by her brother to wear only a light veil, revealing her enchanting and hot body in front of Khal Drogo, the leader of the Khals tribe, with bumps and red spots.]
Give this passage to Wen Leyu to translate?
I wonder why you don't hand-draw an action movie cartoon of a famous teacher for her to appreciate?
In the end, Li Ye had no choice but to cross out this paragraph, and planned to add a simple note here after receiving Wen Leyu's English manuscript - the Mother of Dragons has a very charming figure, and the translator should use his imagination to translate, and the translation must not be less than 500 words.
But just as Li Ye was about to cross out that paragraph of text, he saw Wen Leyu's little head sticking out.
"What did you write in that long sentence you just crossed out?"
"Oh, I originally wrote that Daenerys showed a shy smile after meeting the barbarian leader Khal Drogo, but later I felt that it was wrong. She could accept this political marriage, but she had no joy, let alone shyness. She only had depression and resentment in her heart."
Li Ye talked nonsense in a serious manner and fooled Wen Leyu who almost discovered the truth.
Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye suspiciously before saying, “You’re right, Daenerys’ fate is somewhat tragic, but she should never accept that her future fate will be better, right?”
Li Ye shook his head and said, "I haven't decided yet. I'm still considering it."
Li Ye couldn't say the plot that would lead to the Mother of Dragons' death in the end, but whether in the original novel or the adapted American TV series, the Mother of Dragons died in the end. He was not sure whether the changes would ruin a classic masterpiece into a second-rate novel.
But the clever Wen Leyu discovered the clue from Li Ye's hesitation.
"Li Ye, Daenerys' ending wasn't too good, was it? Are you going to torture your readers with your writing technique of eternal tragedy?"
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Tragic literary works are more likely to touch the hearts of readers. Many world masterpieces have tragic plots, and the scar literature that was very popular in the 1980s also had too many tragic colors, causing many readers to curse the authors for being cruel, and some even couldn't stand it halfway through reading.
Li Ye was surprised at Wen Leyu's sharp intuition, but he still shook his head and denied it: "No, I really haven't designed the plot yet. It's too early! Let me think about it slowly."
"Then think about it carefully. It's not that I don't like tragedy. You are the author and you have the final say."
Wen Leyu was very sensible and lowered her head to continue translating the manuscript. However, Li Ye analyzed from her continuous eating behavior that the girl's mood was obviously affected.
The 20-year-old girl is so kind-hearted that it makes people feel distressed.
"Why don't we stop writing today? How about we practice stabbing for a while?"
Wen Leyu raised his little head and thought for a moment, then said, "It's also okay to practice stabbing."
The two packed up and left, but just as they reached the library entrance, they saw Sun Xianjin and Jin Peng coming towards them.
"Li Ye, your fellow villager is anxious to find you. I guess you are in the library."
"Thank you, advanced."
Li Ye thanked Sun Xianjin and looked at Jin Peng solemnly.
If there was nothing important, Jin Peng would not come to see him at this time.
"Let's talk outside," Jin Peng pulled Li Ye, and then said to Wen Leyu, "Student Wen can come along if he's free."
So Wen Leyu also followed Jin Peng to the side.
"Brother Peng, has something serious happened?"
"It's not serious. It's just that something went wrong with our commercial."
"What?"
Li Ye was surprised and said, "How could something go wrong with our commercial? It's not against the rules or the law!"
Jin Peng said, "Two hours ago, Master Wang from the Beijing Film Studio called me and said that the video materials of our advertisements were used in a promotional film reflecting the new era. It will be broadcast at 9 o'clock tonight, and it will be broadcast soon."
"I asked him why he didn't tell us in advance, and he said he didn't know whether it would be broadcast or not, so he didn't care.
I asked him if he had the trademark of Fenghua Clothing or something, but he was vague about it. He must have wasted our film.
Our clothing has just started mass production and has not yet been distributed! If other clothing factories copy it and sell it first, we will suffer a great loss. "
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"It's not that easy to copy based on just one broadcast of the promotional video. Besides, we have the original video in our hands, so what are we afraid of?" Li Ye asked again, "Which TV station will broadcast it?"
Jin Peng frowned and said, "It is said that it was broadcasted on TV No. 1 and not just once. They have already broadcasted it once. Can we broadcast it again? This has disrupted all our plans."
Li Ye looked at Jin Peng in surprise, then at Wen Leyu.
Wen Leyu blinked and murmured, "Is there such a good thing?"
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