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Due to frequently submitting articles to the Provincial Newspaper, Hu Ruoyun had become familiar with the editors of the social and supplement sections. These seasoned media professionals did not underestimate him simply because he was still a student; rather, they were moved by the “authenticity, thoughtfulness, and emotion” in his writing.
In two days, during the New Year's Day holiday, Zhang Guohua, an editor from the supplement section of the Provincial Newspaper, called the department office looking for him. The nearly fifty-year-old veteran journalist couldn't hide his warm admiration: “Xiao Hu, could you come by my office tomorrow?”
He didn't specify what it was about.
The old man, who often felt alienated from his colleagues due to their literary pretensions and elitism, had taken a particular liking to Hu Ruoyun. When he wasn't busy, he would invite Hu Ruoyun to discuss literature and poetry. Initially, Hu Ruoyun planned to decline because he had made plans with Mao Na. Between meeting an old man and a beautiful woman, he naturally preferred the latter.
Early the next morning, Mao Na took bus number nine to meet him. Hu Ruoyun greeted her at the bus stop, feeling a bit awkward. “Could you wait in our dorm for a bit? I need to stop by the Provincial Newspaper.”
Mao Na frowned. “What do you need to go there for?”
Hu Ruoyun explained about Zhang's invitation.
Mao Na looked displeased. “I don’t want to wait alone in your dorm! Why don’t I go with you? I want to see what the newspaper office is like!”
Hu Ruoyun had no reason to refuse her.
He borrowed a bicycle, with Mao Na sitting on the back rack as they rode from the west district all the way to the east district where the Provincial Newspaper was located. Upon seeing the imposing entrance and the large sign that read "Jiangbei Daily," Mao Na tugged at Hu Ruoyun's shirt. “Can you really get in?”
Leading her confidently to the duty room on the right side, Hu Ruoyun presented his student ID for registration. The elderly staff member recognized him and remarked, “Young man, haven’t seen you around for a while.” Then noticing Mao Na beside him, he teased, “Oh, is this your girlfriend? She’s pretty; you have good taste.”
That one comment made both of them feel quite pleased.
Zhang Guohua had indeed brought good news. Hu Ruoyun's nearly two-thousand-word campus-themed article titled "Unstoppable Youth" had been published in the supplement of the Provincial Newspaper and was unanimously recommended by the editors for a provincial essay competition. The old man had received insider information that this piece was likely to secure a second prize!
For Hu Ruoyun, this was truly a delightful surprise! It not only validated his efforts but also came with a cash prize.
The old man handed him a sample copy featuring his article. “It just came out yesterday; here you go.”
Beautiful women love heroes; they also love talent.
On their way back, Mao Na wrapped her arms around Hu Ruoyun's waist and rested her head against his back. The soft contact sent Hu Ruoyun's heart racing.
In his class of originally thirty-eight students, Jie Bing had transferred to journalism, leaving thirty-seven—twenty girls and seventeen boys.
Among the girls involved in this recent "incident," aside from Aiyashamu who was directly involved, class leader Ji Hongmin was one of the most informed individuals. That night, when they confronted those three boys, Cui Shuigen was one of the organizers (he had rallied members from the Physical Education Department). The situation escalated quickly enough that it caught the attention of campus security and local police; soon enough, nearly everyone in class knew about it.
The boys were somewhat less affected by it all; however, girls began looking at Cui Shuigen and Hu Ruoyun differently. Unbeknownst to them, a sense of reverence began to form among their classmates as they suddenly felt much closer to each other.
Later, the counselor privately spoke with Hu Ruoyun and Cui Shuigen, first praising them for their bravery and willingness to help their classmates. However, he also offered criticism: regardless of how the school handled the situation or what the outcome was, they should have reported it to the counselor or the Student Affairs Office first, rather than taking matters into their own hands and risking their safety.
"This is about being responsible!"
The two reflected on this later and felt a bit apprehensive. If it hadn't been for the crowd rallying together, they couldn't imagine what might have happened, especially since all three individuals involved were armed. If any student had been injured, they would have been held accountable as the instigators.
Thus, they humbly accepted the counselor's criticism.
In private, Cui Shuigen still asked Hu Ruoyun, "Brother San, even though the lighting was poor, your leap was truly impressive and cool! It left everyone from the Physical Education Department in shock..."
Hu Ruoyun waved his hand dismissively. "Let's leave this matter behind; there's no need to talk about it anymore!"
In the end, both shared a knowing smile.
While they could avoid discussing it, when they later played basketball with that group of tall and strong but not very bright individuals, very few dared to rely on their physical advantages to charge recklessly anymore...
As New Year's Day approached, the department organized a cultural evening in the school's auditorium, which was much more grand than previous class-based events.
The beautiful Aiyashamu represented their class with a lively performance of "Tang Bohan":
"Oh Tang Bohan,
With a fan at your waist,
One flick of that fan reaches Turpan,
Ahead lies the great river,
Crossing the Second Bridge,
Descending through the Third Alley,
A bag dropped on the bus,
But no bags are dropped on the bus,
That place where bags are dropped,
...
Two taels of beer and two taels of red wine,
I'll take some lamb..."
You don't smoke,
I don't drink,
What kind of friends are we?
You don't smoke,
I don't drink,
What kind of friends are we?
I’ll give you a cantaloupe,
Then I’ll give you hot milk tea,
And a cup of water from the Tarim River,
To send away those warm words.
Oh—come on,
Come on, dear friend,
Lovely comrades,
We welcome you to Urumqi,
Here’s a bouquet of saxaul flowers for you.
We welcome you to Sand Bay,
Here’s a bouquet of saxaul flowers for you.
We welcome you to Sand Bay,
Here’s a bouquet of saxaul flowers for you.
Aiyashamu's lively and charming eyes sparkled like beautiful lightning, her shoulders swaying gracefully as she moved with passion that radiated natural energy, creating a swirling dance that made the students below unable to resist moving to the beautiful melody, finding joy in their hearts.
In university, there is no longer the ignorance of elementary school, the confusion of middle school, or the tension of high school; instead, there is increasingly mature thinking and the youthful strength of Zhang Yang.
At the end of the evening, the counselor personally took the stage and led the entire class in a grand chorus of "Unity is Strength." The song was an old one with familiar lyrics, yet it inspired over thirty students from different provinces and ethnicities to sing with a unique spirit and feeling.
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