I am a writer

Chapter 118 People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong【Please recommend and collect】

After leaving the campus for a month, Qin Chuan set foot in again.

At this time, the students had not yet reached the start time, and the faculty and staff of Star City University of Science and Technology had to take their seats first.

Every road is clean, the fallen leaves and dead branches have been swept away, and a little bit of green can already be seen on the branches.

The highest-level faculty meeting is only attended by the leadership team, and these grassroots teachers can only be notified when the college leaders return from the meeting.

The empty office of the Physical Education College was unusually lively. Everyone was discussing what to do during the Spring Festival, what to eat, who gained weight and so on.

Qin Chuan didn't want to be different, so he was also chatting with a few familiar colleagues.

"Where did you go for the Spring Festival? I booked a plane ticket to see the Northern Lights, but my wife fell ill and spent the entire Spring Festival holiday in the hospital. All the tickets and hotels were ruined."

"Old Zhou, as long as people are fine!"

"Xiao Qin, you look more rounded. Did you stay at home during the Spring Festival?"

Qin Chuan touched his chin, he didn't seem to exercise much during the holiday.He opened his mouth and replied: "Not at home, we went to the ancient city of Fenghuang in western Hunan, and spent a week in southern Hunan."

"Xiangxi? Is it Xiangxi where there is a legend about exorcising corpses? Have you ever met a girl from Miaojiang who gave you love Gu!"

"Brother Liu, you must have read a lot of novels at home during the Spring Festival, and you also know that there are corpses and love gu."

After they quarreled for a while, the leader's secretary knocked hard on the door: "Everyone go to the conference room for a meeting now, Director Sun is back."

It's the first meeting of the new term and no one wants to be late.

Everyone, including Qin Chuan, walked towards the meeting room with a notebook and a signature pen.

Regardless of remembering things or not, superficial skills are still sufficient.

The best seats in the conference room are the corner and the back row, and those who arrive late can only sit in the front.

Qin Chuan was very unfortunate, because it took a little longer to find the pen and it was slower to get in, so he could only sit down in front of the leaders, and then lowered his head not to look directly at them.

"Teachers, colleagues. After a month's rest, we have ushered in the beginning of a new semester. This semester, our sports department has a heavy workload. In addition to routine physical examinations, there are also school sports meetings. The professional field is even more important. Athletes need to be selected and organized for the Universiade in July..."

Sun Jingbo listed the tasks for this semester one by one, and then handed them over to the deputy director below for implementation.

The Universiade does not attract much public attention, but major universities attach great importance to it.

They are all trained by professional coaches, so there is no need for Qin Chuan's half pot of water.

In the end, he is usually responsible for recording the physical test results or serving as a referee in the school sports meeting.

After Director Sun finished speaking, it was Director Jiang again. After speaking one by one, everyone in the entire conference room was a little tired.

Qin Chuan covered his mouth with his hands and couldn't help yawning.

The notebook in front of him didn't record the meeting at all, but he was doing the notation and setting of the characters of "Dragon Race".

He was just doing two things, occasionally nodding seriously and pretending to listen carefully.

"There is one more thing. The youth literature creation competition has started. Our young teachers are invited to think well and contribute actively. Especially Qin Chuan."

"Ah I?"

Suddenly, I keenly heard that I was called!

Sun Jingbo, who was sitting in front, paused after hearing the words, "That's right, it's you. Now the school knows that you are writing books, and it seems to be selling well. Our Xingcheng University of Science and Technology has not been shortlisted for this youth literature competition for several years. You are our only hope."

Qin Chuan was a little helpless. Everyone had too many misunderstandings about the profession of a writer.

I think that as a writer, I can do everything that deals with words, and I can do it very well.

He said tactfully: "Director Sun, this literary competition requires all literary works. All I write are novels of 200 to [-] million words. This style is not suitable."

"There is no length requirement, you can also write a novel and submit it." Sun Jingbo ignored this, "You can write whatever you want, there are no requirements. It would be best if you can be nominated, and it is fine if you are not nominated. The important thing is an attitude, right? ?”

Having said so much, Qin Chuan naturally couldn't refute.

Since he decided to hang out in school, he must abide by certain standards.

Reality is not a fairy tale.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

The rest of the colleagues were all terrified.

It's okay to let them play ball and be referees, but if they are asked to write literary works, it will be fatal!

After the meeting, everyone filed out.

Sun Jingbo stopped Qin Chuan and said in a low voice: "I know this task is a bit troublesome, but Principal Jiang specifically named you. You are the only writer in our school who can do well in literature. The rest of the writers who have published Book teachers are basically professional books."

Qin Chuan never thought that "Zhu Xian" and "Life Grows to Hate the Water Changdong" could also be called literary works, and he only dared to classify them as popular novels.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

"Although we are a comprehensive college, we are still partial to engineering. The school is relatively weak in this area and wants to focus on the construction of spiritual civilization. This literature competition has attracted a lot of attention. Let alone winning a prize, even if it is a prize Nominate, and your title will be promoted quickly."

"This is a bit nerve-wracking. When will this literary contest start?"

"I don't know the details. You can check it out yourself. Write well and have a bright future!"

After speaking, Sun Jingbo patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

Qin Chuan sighed in his heart, he went back to his desk and sat down.

Colleagues all laughed and came over to express comfort. Fortunately, it was not me, otherwise the problem would be too big!
"Xiao Qin, this is your specialty! President Jiang specially called me by name, he probably doesn't know my name at all."

"That's right. The things you write can attract so many people to pay to see, so participating in this literary competition is completely overqualified!"

"It seems that our school took advantage of the lack of participants in the first year to nominate, and there has been no one in these years."

"You can do it. You can get by by writing whatever you want. I believe in you!"

"I heard that this literary competition has a lot of prize money, and it is organized by the Writers' Association, and many publishing companies and film and television companies will pay attention to it. Maybe it will be made into a TV show. At that time, there will be a suite in Star City."

"Go, go, don't put so much pressure on Xiao Qin. Participation is victory, don't think too much!"

"Hahaha, who would have thought that our school's hope is actually in the sports group."

"It really gave us a long face!"

Qin Chuan shook his head with a wry smile. He used his real name as a pseudonym because he was really delusional.

I really didn't enjoy any benefits, and I was forced to go to the literature competition.

Even leave an address for the true fans to send the blade.

How unwise!

Next time, if there is a next time, you must wear a vest so that no one can recognize it with a magnifying glass.

(End of this chapter)