The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Chongqing, Zhou Mansion.

early morning.

Fu Shuyun wore her training uniform and came to the open space in the garden, where five children were already standing. They are 12-year-old Zhou Weilie, 9-year-old Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yangquan. In addition, there are Sun Yonghao's 6-year-old eldest son Sun Jizong, and Zhu Guozhen's 6-year-old third daughter Zhu Meiling.

"In order of height, stand in line!" Fu Shuyun shouted with the coach in hand.

This female martial artist appears in this book. She is one of the martial arts team members who went to the Berlin Olympics to perform. She is good at Mian Quan and Bagua Kick. She also won the women's equipment championship in the Sixth National Martial Arts Competition.

Fu Shuyun was a martial arts teacher recommended by Zhu Guozhen to teach Mianquan to children. This martial art is suitable for girls to practice. It is effective in moving muscles and bones. It is more suitable for exercising children's bodies than boxing techniques such as Xingyiquan and Baguazhang.

The basic moves were learned as early as the winter vacation, and now Zhou Hexuan's three sons are practicing the routines, which are what ordinary people call showmanship. Sun Yonghao's son and Zhu Guozhen's daughter need to continue to practice basic skills. Their future development direction is martial artists, or at least martial arts athletes.

"ha!"

"ha!"

Brothers Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yangyan practiced very vigorously, but Zhou Weilie was quite bored, and his punches and kicks were all out of shape.

"Snapped!"

Fu Shuyun used the pointer to hit Zhou Weilie's body and said with a straight face: "Student Weilie, please pay attention!"

"Hee hee!" Zhou Shuoming and Zhou Yangquan pursed their lips and snickered. They were happy to see their brother being frustrated.

Zhou Weilie rubbed his sore shoulder, glanced at his elder sister and younger sister who were studying under the big banyan tree, and felt extremely resentful towards his father. Why can Zhou Lingjun and Zhou Chunxi learn musical instruments, but he can only stupidly learn boxing?

After finally finishing his exercise time, Zhou Weilie immediately picked up his schoolbag and ran to the dock, with several followers behind him.

The two sisters, Zhou Lingjun and Zhou Chunxi, walked slowly with their schoolbags in hand, humming the patriotic ditty of their master's new religion a few days ago.

Last summer, Zhou Hexuan refused to let his son skip another grade, but he finally did because his son's behavior left him speechless. Zhou Weilie only spent seven months tutoring, and in the final exam at the end of last year, he passed the Chinese language test. The average score in subjects such as English, history, geography, animals and plants has increased to above 80.

It can only be said that academic masters are academic masters after all, and there is no such thing as partial subjects, but they are not interested in studying seriously.

Einstein also failed the college entrance examination because his performance in liberal arts was too poor, so he had to go to a middle school to repeat his studies. In order to save face, he told his family members who were far away from him that he had taken a college preparatory class, and then he easily caught up with his liberal arts scores in one year.

The small river boat paddles forward on the water waves, breaking through the faint morning light, and in the distance is the rising sun.

Zhou Lingjun is 13 years old and is in the second grade of junior high school at Nankai Middle School; Zhou Shuoming, Zhou Yangquan, Zhou Chunxi, Sun Jizong and Zhu Meiling are all still in elementary school, studying at Chongqing Nankai Temporary Primary School.

It took a full hour and a half before the small river boat finally arrived at Shapingba Pier.

On the way, only Zhou Weilie was reading seriously, while Zhou Lingjun took his sister Chunxi to draw for fun, and the other children were either playing or catching up on their sleep. Before the boat even stopped at the shore, Zhou Weilie jumped off with his schoolbag and ran away without a trace.

The Nankai system is a private school regardless of whether it is a university, elementary school or middle school. Children who can study here must at least have a well-off family.

A teacher stood guard at the school gate, and the students who were laughing and playing immediately became obedient and bowed respectfully: "Good morning, sir!"

Zhou Weilie also stopped, casually shouted "Hello, sir", and then continued to run into the school gate.

"Zhou Weilie, stop!" the teacher shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Weilie turned around in confusion.

The teacher scolded and said, "Look at you, your clothes are disheveled and your schoolbag is crooked. You don't look like a student? Come here and tidy up your clothes!"

There are large mirrors in every important passage of Nankai School, and there is one at the school gate.

Zhou Weilie had no choice but to walk back honestly, tidy up his clothes and school bag in front of the mirror, turn around and ask, "Sir, can I go?"

The teacher said with a dark face: "Don't think that because you are a child prodigy, you can not abide by the school rules and disciplines. I will punish you to recite the "Mirror Proverb" here ten times, and you can enter the school when you finish reciting it!"

Zhou Weilie rolled his eyes, stood at attention and recited: "The face must be clean, the hair must be trimmed, the clothes must be neat, and the buttons must be knotted. The head must be straight, the shoulders must be flat, and the chest must be broad..."

The teacher waited for Zhou Weilie to finish reciting "Mirror Proverbs" ten times, then put on a smiling face and said sincerely: "Student Weilie, as a student and as a Chinese, you must not only work hard to learn knowledge, but also cultivate Good habits and moral character. You have been caught by me six times in less than two years at Nankai Middle School. You must restrain yourself in the future. Do you understand?"

"I know, I forgot to carry my schoolbag today." Zhou Weilie lowered his head to admit his mistake, but he didn't care in his heart.

The teacher added: "My father-in-law Mr. Zhou's new novel is quite controversial. Do you know what his deep meaning was in writing this novel?"

"Sir, are you talking about "The Little Prince"?" Zhou Weilie asked.

The teacher nodded and said, "It's The Little Prince."

Zhou Weilie smiled and said: "That is a fairy tale. It was written several years ago to coax us brothers and sisters to sleep at night. Moreover, the story is very childish. I don't even like to hear it. He still insists on reading it non-stop. . But the hypnotic effect is very good, I fell asleep while listening."

The teacher sighed with emotion: "You are still too young to understand the emotion behind the story, and all your father's hard work has been in vain. Go, go, go to the classroom to read in the morning."

"Sir, I'm leaving then." Zhou Weilie bent down and bowed, then ran away.

This kid is already in his third year of high school after skipping a grade, and will take the college entrance examination in a few months. As soon as he entered the classroom, other students in the class greeted each other: "Good morning, Mr. Zhou!"

The so-called "Mr. Zhou" is naturally a joke, and even a bit doting on the younger brother in the class.

When Zhou Weilie was in junior high school, he was often isolated and ostracized by his classmates. Adolescents were ignorant. But the high school students were much more mature and didn't look at him differently. At most, they were just curious.

There are many dignitaries in Nankai Middle School. For example, Feng Yuxiang's daughter is in her second year of high school, and Xiao Weilie was her roommate before he skipped a grade.

"Wei Lie, come here and help me see where I went wrong with this differential equation?" Lou Nanquan, his current deskmate, waved.

Zhou Weilie immediately came over, threw away his schoolbag, and studied differential equations with Lou Nanquan.

This deskmate is also a college bully. His grandfather has a Ph.D. in physics from Tokyo Institute of Technology, his grandmother has a Master of Arts from Waseda University, and his parents are also high-level intellectuals. He has laid a foundation for learning since he was a child. He has already taught himself advanced mathematics before graduating from high school - a future member of the Chinese Academy of Sciences (lifetime honorary, equivalent to an academician).

Zhou Weilie was discussing math problems with Lou Nanquan. Lu Wanzhen, a female classmate in the back row, patted him on the shoulder, holding a copy of "The Little Prince" in her hand and said, "Brother Zhou, can you let your father sign the book?"

"My dad went to India and has not returned to China yet." Zhou Weilie continued to answer the questions without raising his head.

"Oh," Lu Wanzhen said a little disappointed, "When Uncle Zhou returns to Chongqing, can you help me bring the book to be signed?"

"No problem." Zhou Weilie agreed.

"Thank you so much. I'll treat you to something delicious for lunch!" Lu Wanzhen said happily.

Students from private schools must have unusual family backgrounds. Lu Wanzhen's father is an entrepreneur who returned from Japan, and her mother is also a progressive woman who graduated from a normal school. Well, she is also a top student herself, and will serve as the chief engineer of the Refining Research Institute of the Ministry of Petroleum Industry in the future, and is another academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The future female academician is about to graduate from high school. She is not worried at all about failing the college entrance examination. Instead, she is leisurely watching "The Little Prince".

By the time before school ended in the morning, Zhou Weilie had been approached by sixteen classmates, and even students from the next class came to ask him to go home and ask for his autograph. Zhou Weilie is used to this. Every time his father publishes a new book, there will inevitably be a bunch of classmates asking for autographs.

After lunch, Zhou Weilie was taking a nap on the table when he heard a group of classmates arguing.

"Hmph, these people are so bad! "The Little Prince" is so well written, but they actually scolded Mr. Zhou in the newspaper for not knowing how to hate the country."

"Originally, I didn't know how to hate the country's subjugation. Now when the national crisis is looming, everyone is writing anti-Japanese war literature, but Mr. Zhou has the leisure to write fairy tales."

"What's wrong with fairy tales? The books express truth, goodness and beauty, and they don't teach people to be evil."

“Not writing anti-Japanese war literature means being unpatriotic!”

"Who says Mr. Zhou is not patriotic? If Mr. Zhou is not patriotic, why did the Japanese assassinate him? You are so patriotic, why don't the Japanese assassinate you!"

"Strong words!"

"That's what it is!"

"..."