After Bi Feiyu finished speaking, when Mo Yan began to speak, the students' smile points that had just been sealed were opened again.

There were two stages in why Mo Yan embarked on the literary path. In the first stage, when he was a child, he heard people say that writers make a lot of money, and that a certain writer in the city ate dumplings every day.

"You know, at that time we could only eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but writers could eat dumplings every day. At that time, I felt that being a writer was the happiest job in the world."

"Later, when I really started writing, it was because I wanted to buy a new pair of leather shoes..."

In fact, this kind of thing itself is not funny, but no one thought that a writer would be so "utilitarian" when he embarked on the literary path. This sharp contrast, coupled with Mo Yan's humorous narrative techniques, made things very interesting.

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After everyone in front had finished speaking, it was finally Yu Dong's turn.

Everyone was staring at Yu Dong, wanting to see if Yu Dong would be as interesting as Yu Hua and others when he embarked on the literary path.

But the result was destined to disappoint them, because the reason why Yu Dong embarked on the literary path was boring.

"Literature is a very daily thing for me, and I think it is the same for everyone. It has no special relationship with everyone. Even if you only go to elementary school, you will be exposed to literature. So for me

It is a natural thing to embark on the path of writing..."

Yu Dong paused and was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a sound of something breaking above his head, and then several unknown objects fell from the ceiling and hit the stage behind Yu Dong.

Objects scattered on the stage and made noises, along with the crowd's exclamations.

Wu Shuqing was startled and hurried to check. It turned out that clods of soil from the ceiling had loosened and fallen.

He said with lingering fear, "Just a little bit."

Yu Dong, who was closest to the clods, just glanced at the clods on the ground lightly, and then looked up at the ceiling.

As he stared at the ceiling, others also followed suit. After a while, the students below were all staring at the ceiling.

After a while like this, the students were curious, why was Yu Dong staring at the ceiling? Is it because a clod of soil just fell down? Then he wouldn't have been staring at it for so long, right?

For three minutes, some people's necks felt sore, but they were reluctant to look away from the ceiling for fear of missing something.

At this time, Yu Dong took the microphone and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The students below were all stunned: What?

Shouldn't we ask you this, what are you looking at? It's because you are looking at it, that's why we are looking at it.
Chapter completed!