Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 165 Good Morning Club Disaster

Li Jiankun had a hard time during the entire month of the freshman admission season.

Miss Shen was attending various orientation parties again. After completing her military training, she was also busy making friends with her classmates and preparing for her college life. No matter where she appeared, she was always surrounded by groups of people.

It's really hard to come up with a non-obtrusive approach.

He had also considered the idea of ​​writing a love letter directly, not to mention that the success rate was about zero, and he was afraid of scaring the girl.

Until early October, good news came that Ms. Shen joined the Morning Literary Club.

Then he couldn't sit still. There was no reason to miss such an opportunity that was so open and fair.

Morning, Building 32, Room 101.

Morning Literary Society has an office here.

Don't underestimate the energy of these literary people. These days, seven out of ten students in Yanyuan are believers in literature.They want to open an office in their dormitory, just a matter of words.

It is said that in this building, literary club members, poets, and literary youth from other schools often stay overnight.

That's right, their business is all over the country, not just limited to our school. Every time a new issue of "Morning" magazine is printed, a large number of them are mailed to all parts of the country.

"Dong dong!"

Li Jiankun knocked on the door that was not closed.

"Please come in."

In the long office converted from a dormitory, three five-drawer tables are placed from front to back along the right wall; there is a tea table, newspaper rack and magazine rack next to the left wall.

In the middle is the aisle.

At this time, there was only one person behind the three five-drawer tables, a thin young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Li Jiankun sat down opposite him and explained his purpose.

"Are you an old student?" The other party looked him up and down.

"Ah."

"It's not like our literature department."

"Economics."

"How old is it?"

"postgraduate."

The other party was startled, looked at him again, and said in surprise: "Classmate, you, a graduate student in economics, want to join our literary club?"

"What's wrong, can't you?"

"No...you graduate students are short on time and have heavy coursework. Can't you study your economy carefully?"

Li Jiankun heard the obvious rejection, and after asking about it, he found out that the morning club was no longer recruiting people.

"No, I heard that you were still recruiting two days ago." He frowned.

Since he has come here, he is naturally prepared. There is only one threshold for the recruitment system in Morning Club, which is works.

Let the work speak for itself.

Can he still lack this thing?
Only by being brave and copying a few poems randomly can these people be shocked out of their wits.

But he didn't expect that they would no longer be recruiting people. So what happened to Miss Shen?

Don't ask him where the information came from. As Brother Qiang said, after spending a year and a half in Yanyuan, he knew more than just Xu Qingyou in the literature department.

Xu Qingyou is also from the literary club, but he is quite good at climbing. He is from the school literary club, which is the May Fourth Literary Club.

"Classmate, we are really not recruiting. Everyone is too enthusiastic. As soon as we opened the recruitment, the places were filled instantly. You said it was two days ago, right? Just wait, I will check."

The glasses turned out a directory.

Li Jiankun looked at his finger and slid it down to Shen Hongyi's name.

"Oh, I recruited one two days ago. Look at the name. I remembered it. She is a freshman girl. She is different. She is a special person."

"What special thing is being done?" Li Jiankun asked.

Glasses explained that Shen Hongyi was from Wuhan and studied in the best middle school in Wuhan. In the past two years, Wuhan University recruited many people from this middle school, including the class of 77 and 78, and some of them were outstanding people.

At present, the main person in charge of the Luojiashan Literary Club is her senior in middle school. She is no stranger to her who is also excellent in both character and academics.

The Peking University Morning Club is currently planning a major event, uniting the literary clubs of thirteen universities across the country:

"Hongdou Club" of Sun Yat-sen University, "Student Club" of Renmin University of China, "Qiushi Club" of Beiguang University, "Chuhang Club" of Beijing Normal University, "Hope Club" of Northwest University, "Hongye Club" of Jilin University, and "Luojiashan Club" of Wuhan University , "Yangfan Society" of Hangzhou University, "Our Society" of Hangzhou Normal University, "Nankai Garden Society" of Nankai University, "Farming Society" of Nanda University, and "Chunni Society" of Guida.

and the "Morning Club" of Peking University.

Co-founded a new publication called "This Generation". The first issue of "This Generation" was produced by Luojiashan Literary Society of Wuhan University, including printing, binding, packaging, shipping and many other matters.

The volume is large and extremely complicated, requiring dedicated communication staff.

There was a letter from Luojia Mountain recommending Shen Hongyi. She was familiar with her, and she had a lot of literary achievements. In the morning, the club made special arrangements and invited her to join the club.

That's right, an invitation.

Li Jiankun frowned after hearing this. He didn't expect there to be so many twists and turns.

"So when will you recruit new people next?"

"It's hard to say. I just told you so much, you should also understand the great significance of founding "This Generation". At present, our entire society is focusing on this."

Li Jiankun scratched his head. Damn it, there is no hope.

"So what, classmate, you are running such a great publication, are you short of funds?"

The glasses were stunned for a moment, not understanding what they meant, and said honestly: "It was in short supply before, and I had all kinds of change, but now I finally got it all together, and printing has been opened in Wuhan."

Having said this, the glasses showed a trace of unconcealable pride.

"This Generation" has condensed so much of their efforts, and they are finally looking forward to its release. With the collective efforts of the literary societies of [-] colleges and universities, and such a wide-ranging alliance, it is not difficult to imagine that it will definitely trigger a wave of controversy in the literary circles across the country. There was an uproar.

This is not easy to do.

Li Jiankun sighed secretly, this group of literary people are different from Brother Qiang and his dance club, if they just talk about "buying club members".

Do you believe that the glasses guy can spray him in the face?
That anger!

No way.

Li Jiankun said goodbye and left. When he reached the stairs, he stood up and wondered whether he should go find Xu Sunzi. This guy was still an officer in the school literary club. In fact, the leaders and editors of this publication and that publication were almost the same group of people. They are all from the literature department.

But as soon as the idea came to his mind, he was thrown out of his mind.

He was sure he could control Sun Tzu Xu, but he didn't want to owe Sun Tzu Xu a favor.

Still, look for another opportunity.
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A week later, he was temporarily settled in the small courtyard.

"Jingle bell~"

Although he is busy picking up girls and looking for various opportunities, Li Jiankun has not been left behind on business matters. If there is no class in the morning, he will definitely come over before nine o'clock.

On one side of the courtyard gate, several rickshaws lined up along the courtyard wall.

The coachman was chatting and spanking.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively."

Li Jiankun smiled and said hello. Now speaking, these coachmen are also members of his own family, and they all have long-term cooperation with the merchants in the courtyard.

"Hey, Brother Kun, have you eaten?"

"Good morning, Brother Kun."

The coachmen responded enthusiastically, no matter how old they were, they all had to call her brother. Out of respect, it was the same as calling the older generation in the capital "ye".

"It's okay, Lala, there is some news."

A coachman also chatted: "I just sent a passenger to Tsinghua Station. Good guy, there were several people surrounding a pile of books at the station, crying. I have never seen anyone crying about books. I heard there were a few from Peking University." student."

After hearing this, Li Jiankun, who was about to enter the hospital, stopped.

"Oh? What's going on?"

"They should have gone to the train station to pick up the goods. A train from Wuhan had just entered the station, and [-]% of the books it brought were those books. There must be something wrong with the books."

Will Peking University students pick up the books sent from Wuhan?

Li Jiankun frowned and unconsciously remembered what Glasses said in the Morning Club office a few days ago.

According to what Yan Jing said, Shen Hongyi was responsible for communicating with Wuhan about publication matters.

He subconsciously asked: "Are there any women among those students?"

"There is one."

"What does it look like?"

"Hey, Brother Kun, you are asking this. I am very impressed. That female college student is really beautiful. She looks like someone walking out of a painting. She has big eyes, small mouth, tip of nose, fair skin, shoulder-length hair... ugh , I just cried a little miserably, with tears in my eyes.”

Swish!
Li Jiankun suddenly swung his bicycle and turned around.

Then he swung his long legs and walked straight to Tsinghua Park Station along the loess road.

The coachmen looked at each other in confusion. Why, do they still know each other?
(The chapter name is written incorrectly and cannot be changed. It should be Morning Club...)
(End of this chapter)