The teacher in charge of the exchange activity was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Oh my god, what did he hear? Was that a joke?
No, Jiang Yulou's behavior must be stopped, otherwise wouldn't it spread... wouldn't it cause a political incident?
"Classmate Jiang Yulou!"
The teacher looked serious and stopped Jiang Yulou, who was telling jokes vividly.
Jiang Yulou was talking vigorously when someone called him from behind and almost sent him away. He was about to curse, but when he turned around, he saw that it was the teacher in charge of the activity.
"Hey, teacher..."
"What do you want to do? Do you want to cause big trouble for the school?" the teacher asked with a livid face.
Jiang Yulou looked innocent, "Where do you start talking about this?"
"Are what you just said a joke? It would be terrible if word spread!"
Jiang Yulou smiled coquettishly, "Is it that exaggerated?"
Seeing the teacher's serious face, he couldn't help but smile.
"Be honest with me, you will be on stage soon."
"What? I want to go on stage too. Director Ji never said anything about this!"
"Well you know now."
"Uh, okay."
Jiang Yulou surrendered. He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would vent his heart disease on the teacher.
Alas, it’s not easy even at a young age.
The teacher returned to the podium and announced the theme of today's exchange meeting.
It was at this time that Jiang Yulou paid attention to today's theme, "Science Fiction Builds the Future."
Due to time and level constraints, the teacher hopes that everyone can prepare a short science fiction story. There is no requirement for high level, but participation is important.
"Everyone needs to prepare? Are you international students ready?" Jiang Yulou asked Jessica beside him in a low voice.
Jessica looked excited and nodded: "Of course, in order to prepare a science fiction story, I have been thinking about it for several days."
After learning the lesson just now, a classmate from Yan University asked in a low voice: "Student Jiang, are you not prepared?"
Jiang Yulou shook his head. He was completely unprepared. He couldn't have been tricked.
The two Yan University students looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
This junior must have offended the teacher, otherwise why would he be like this?
Next, the students who participated in the exchange meeting took to the podium one by one to tell the stories they had prepared.
In order to take care of international students, domestic students tell stories in Chinese and English.
Before it was his turn, Jiang Yulou frantically searched for the memories in his mind.
There are too many science fiction novels in his mind, but short science fiction stories are a bit difficult for him.
Fortunately, before it was his turn to take the stage, he finally had an idea.
He recalled the science fiction story that came to mind. The number of words was small enough, but it also met the requirements of a novel and had the three elements of a novel.
"Ginger, it's your turn."
"are you ready?"
"If it doesn't work, forget it."
In the audience, several international students talked in various directions.
At this time, the teacher in charge of the activity asked: "Student Jiang, are you ready?"
Jiang Yulou smiled and said:
"Well, no problem."
After speaking, he walked up to the podium with his head held high.
Tsk, isn't it just telling a science fiction story? It's not going to the execution ground, so he won't cry in despair.
"After all, it's Jiang Yulou who is very confident."
"That's right, he is the most talented freshman in our Chinese Department at Yanda."
"He is good at writing poetry, and he can win awards for his old-language writing, but science fiction is a different direction, and he is not prepared. He may fail this time."
"He's missing, but he is Jiang Yulou!"
The seniors at Yan University were silent. Yes, for them, writing a science fiction novel requires racking their brains, but Jiang Yulou was different.
The international students, especially Jessica, are looking forward to his performance.
Through communication, they learned about Jiang Yulou's other identity, a writer.
Even in the United States, being a writer is a respectable profession, and the professional threshold is high. Not just anyone who wants to be a writer can become one. Therefore, when they found out that Jiang Yulou was still a writer, they were all shocked.
When he came on stage, he saw everyone in the audience looking forward to it, and he knew that he had to give them a hard blow today, otherwise even if he became a literary giant in the future, there would be no guarantee that someone would use today as an excuse.
"Hello everyone, I am Jiang Yulou, a freshman at Yan University. I am honored to participate in today's Chinese and foreign student exchange meeting. Some of you here know me, and some are strangers to me, but it doesn't matter. I believe that it won't be long before everyone will be familiar with me. I have a more intuitive impression.”
What is the intuitive impression?
Naturally, he is very talented. Today, he came up with a very good science fiction short story in a short time without any preparation. This matter must be spread, so that all the teachers and students of Yan University know that he, Jiang Yulou, did not rely on luck to become famous.
At this time, his self-confidence was soaring that even the audience felt it.
"Classmate Jiang has such a strong aura. If I hadn't looked at his age, I would have thought the person standing on the stage was a teacher from the school."
"Hehe, Mr. Jiang is a man who won the National Outstanding Short Story Award. There's nothing wrong with calling him teacher."
"Sure enough, it's not a fluke that he is as famous as he is now."
"Be quiet and listen to Teacher Jiang's story."
"you……"
Jiang Yulou smiled and said in Chinese first: "Since I have no preparation in advance, I will tell you a short science fiction story that I just thought of."
When the time comes, the students cheer up. Everyone is very curious. What kind of shocking story will he tell in the field that he is not good at?
Seeing that the atmosphere was up, Jiang Yulou stopped delaying and said solemnly:
"The last person on earth was sitting alone in his room, when suddenly there was a knock on the door..."
"The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...."
In order to facilitate the understanding of international students, he told this short story in Chinese and English respectively.
In just a few sentences, the story was finished, but many students still haven't come back to their senses.
Jiang Yulou glanced at the audience, noticed their dull expressions, and felt happy. However, he also knew that it was better to be more solemn at this time, so he said calmly:
"Okay, I'm done telling my story, thank you everyone for listening."
After thanking him, before everyone recovered, he was ready to step down.
It’s so exciting to just pretend and run away.
He stepped down, but the students were furious.
"Is this a science fiction story? It's too short."
"A mistake, definitely a mistake."
"Well, even if Mr. Jiang didn't prepare in advance, it's a bit too much for him to just deal with us like this."
"Yeah, he obviously didn't have to say it..."
The senior students of Yan University are generally dissatisfied with Jiang Yulou's science fiction story, but the international students are different. They are exposed to science fiction stories and soon find that this story is a classic and has endless aftertaste.
"Awesome, Ginger, you are such a genius!"
