Yu Dong knew about the books placed in the communication room the next day. When he passed by the school gate, Uncle Zhou invited him in to take a look.

At first, Yu Dong was a little surprised when he saw that most of the science fiction magazines and books were prominently displayed on the shelves. But when he heard that Qu Aiguo came up with the idea, he felt it was reasonable.

Qu Aiguo, this guy is really very thoughtful.

Uncle Zhou praised Qu Aiguo, but Yu Dong knew what this kid was thinking.

It is nothing more than wanting to occupy the publicity high ground and let the Cucumber Garden Science Fiction Association gain dominance in the communication room.

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At the end of June, the sun was as hot as fire.

The writing class originally scheduled for last Thursday happened to coincide with the Dragon Boat Festival, so it was postponed to Sunday.

The school moved Sunday aside and gave the students two and a half days of vacation.

Just after two and a half days of leisure, we have to attend classes all day long. In addition, the weather is very hot, and the electric fan in the classroom cannot rotate very well. If you sit further away, you can't feel the wind, so the students are not in good spirits.

Very good.

Moreover, this week's writing class is prose training, and they also find it a bit boring.

Yu Dong looked at the status of the students and knocked on the table with his book: "Do you think writing prose every day is a bit boring?"

"Yes, Teacher Yu, why are you always training on prose? We have been training on propositional prose for how many weeks. How about we write sketches or scripts, or dramas?"

"Yes, the semester has passed and we haven't touched the script yet. What's the point of writing prose all the time?"

The students sighed, and their views were basically the same. They had strong opinions on prose training. They felt that it was meaningless to do prose training all the time without touching the script.

After the students yelled for a while, Yu Dong patted his head and said, "I also wanted you to get started with the script earlier, but you are not living up to expectations."

As he said this, he took out the prose assignments submitted by the previous students and said, "See for yourselves. You have been writing prose for a whole semester and this is what it looks like?"

Yu Dong picked out one from the middle and named it directly: "Ji Chengke, everyone says that prose is beautiful prose, but from your prose - let's call it prose, I don't see any beauty in this prose.

Where. I counted, this prose has more than 3,000 words, but uses more than fifty idioms and seventeen or eight allusions. Do you think the prose is playing idiom solitaire?"

Ji Chengke's name was called and he wanted to argue a few words, but Yu Dong didn't give him a chance and continued to call the next name: "Wang Hailin, what are you writing, a primary school student's diary? Or do you want to imitate "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond"? You

I didn't sleep at night and went out to look at the moon. Then, the grass holes were very dark and there were many mosquitoes? What did you express?"

"Jia Zhangke." Yu Dong picked up Jia Zhangke's homework again, thought about it, and said, "It's pretty good."

Then he continued to call names.

Except for Jia Zhangke, all the students in the opera creation class had their homework thoroughly criticized by Yu Dong.

Moreover, Yu Dong spoke very strongly today and showed no mercy at all.

This has never happened before this semester. In the past, if Yu Dong wanted to teach them something, he would do so in a gentle tone and in a roundabout way, generally not embarrassing the students.

In fact, Yu Dong had been holding back for a long time. The foundation of these students was supposed to be pretty good, but they couldn't calm down at all. After teaching for a semester, most of them made no significant progress.

Something happened during class before. Some students used class time to write essays, scripts or novels, leaving only a little time for prose training, and the homework was also rushed.

They didn't pay attention to prose at all.

More than once, some students asked Yu Dong to talk to them about novels. Because Yu Dong's novels are very famous, they hoped that Yu Dong could pass on his experience in writing novels to them, but Yu Dong refused directly every time.

Being scolded by Yu Dong, the students lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

Just kidding, who is Yu Dong?

Not to mention the novels he wrote, his identity as a graduate of the Chinese Department of Yan Normal University was enough to suppress them.

For students who want to go to the Chinese Department, there are two Chinese departments in China that are their dream palaces, namely the Chinese Department of Yan'an University and the Chinese Department of Yan'an Normal University.

As for the Chinese department alone, Aurora University is completely inferior to these two schools.

People can come to Jinyi to create operas, which is simply a way to help the poor through teaching.

Therefore, they have no temper at all regarding Yu Dong's criticism.

Moreover, what Yu Dong said is not without purpose, and all of it hits the point.

The classroom was quiet for a while, and then Yu Dong spoke again, "This week is free training. You can start by yourself. If you have any questions, come and ask me. Next week's exam will be essay essay."

Just as Yu Dong finished speaking with a cold face, Cheng Yanqiu suddenly appeared at the door and waved to him.

Seeing Cheng Yanqiu, Yu Dong smiled and walked out.

Seeing Yu Dong walking out, all the students in Xichuang breathed a sigh of relief. Teacher Yu usually didn't curse, so this sudden outburst put too much pressure on people.

They then looked at Cheng Yanqiu standing at the door. She often came to see Yu Dong, so the students all knew her and knew that she was the school's vocal music teacher.

"Teacher Cheng, Teacher Cheng, please come to visit the class more often and see how Teacher Yu's face changes..."

Cheng Yanqiu, who was outside the door, stretched his head to look inside the classroom and said with a smile, "The atmosphere doesn't seem right today."

"The students did something wrong. I said a few words. Why are you here?"

"My class here just ended, and I passed by to take a look. Also, I brought you some rice dumplings from home. I wanted to give them to you yesterday, but I didn't find a chance. I soaked the rice dumplings in the water. If you don't eat them, I'll eat them."

broken."

Before Ban Dong could answer, Cheng Yanqiu said again: "It's meat rice dumplings."

"Your family is not..."

"I told my mother that I wanted to eat meat rice dumplings, and she made a few." Cheng Yanqiu smiled, "You go to class first, and then go get them during lunch break."

Yu Dong nodded, "Okay."

After Cheng Yanqiu left, Yu Dong returned to the classroom and regained his cold face.

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At noon, Yu Dong went to Cheng Yanqiu to get some rice dumplings.

When chatting with Cheng Yanqiu before, he mentioned that he would not go home during the Dragon Boat Festival, so Cheng Yanqiu wrote it down.

Her family doesn't eat meat rice dumplings, and makes white rice dumplings dipped in sugar every year. However, the meat rice dumplings made by her mother are quite delicious. They are made from fresh meat, moderately salty, and alternately fat and thin, so they don't taste greasy.

But she took too many, eight in total, and the rice dumplings couldn't be held in this weather, and it didn't work well when soaked in cold water, so Yu Dong's lunch and dinner that day were taken care of by the rice dumplings.

In the evening, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu made an appointment to go out to "feed mosquitoes" together. When they heard that Yu Dong had eaten eight rice dumplings in one day, he couldn't help but sigh, "You like eating rice dumplings so much. I will ask my mother to make more when I go back in two days."

Just one."

Yu Dong quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I heard that the teaching building of your music department was changed into a performing arts teaching building?"

Cheng Yanqiu nodded: "Yes, but it is only temporarily changed to this. When the performing arts teaching building is completed in the future, it will be changed back. Moreover, there are no students from the drama department taking classes there. It is the same as before, there is no change."

While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the performing arts teaching building.

They had gone out to feed mosquitoes many times before and passed by the performing arts teaching building many times, but they had never gone inside.

This time Yu Dong suddenly mentioned it, and Cheng Yanqiu became interested and pulled Yu Dong toward the building, "Aren't you curious? I'll take you up to have a look."

Halfway there, Cheng Yanqiu suddenly realized what he was doing and quickly let go of Yu Dong's hand.

Before she could take her hand back, Yu Dong had already grabbed her.

Yu Dong's pull seemed to cast a restraining spell on Cheng Yanqiu, making her freeze up. The lights in the classroom were dim and yellow, and the part that was scattered outside was hidden in the moonlight and the shadow of the trees.

Cheng Yanqiu's face was also half in the shadow of the trees and half in the moonlight.

Half of the face under the shadow of the tree could not be seen clearly, and the half of the face under the moonlight was almost red.

These days, the two often go out to feed mosquitoes together, and the distance becomes closer and closer when they walk together. Just now, Cheng Yanqiu was still thinking, how close would it be if we were closer? But he didn't expect that they were holding hands now.

Yu Dong smiled and squeezed Cheng Yanqiu's hand. Normally, she felt that her hand was quite big with slender fingers, but now after holding it, she felt that her hand was small.

"Are you hot?"

"Hmm...ah?"

Yu Dong smiled and pulled her towards the teaching building. As he walked, he asked, "Which classroom do you usually take professional classes in?"

The performing arts teaching building was quite lively at night, and the sounds of various musical instruments could be heard from time to time. Yu Dong could tell whether it was wind or string music, but he couldn't tell what specific instrument it was.

Cheng Yanqiu was still in a dream, being pulled by Yu Dong and walking forward slowly, without even hearing clearly what he asked.

After going up to the second floor, two girls happened to come face to face. They saw Yu Dong holding Cheng Yanqiu's hand, as if they had seen some big gossip. Their mouths were so wide open in surprise that they could fit two eggs.

"Teacher Yu, hello Teacher Cheng."

After being surprised, they still said hello to Yu Dong and the others.

"Hello, classmates." Yu Dong replied with a smile.

When Yu Dong pulled Cheng Yanqiu away, the two female students jumped up and down with excitement.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"I saw it, I saw it. Holding hands, holding hands."

"I just said that Teacher Cheng is so beautiful and must have high vision. I didn't expect it was Teacher Yu."

One of the girls covered her chest with her hands, "Wow... they look really good standing together."

Another girl nodded, "Yes, yes, did you see it? Teacher Cheng's face is so red."
To be continued...