Chapter 288 - Zhang Ye can’t write Love Poems? (2/2)

Cao Mengmeng cried out, “Why aren’t there any seats left?”

Teacher Leng turned around and noticed the seats she reserved for her cla.s.s were gone. There were even a few parents of her cla.s.s’ students standing in the aisle. “Parents, sorry about that. Today, our school didn’t prepare the proper arrangements. There will be chairs prepared behind. Please make do and sit in the aisle. We are really sorry. Let us all make do with it.”

Teacher Leng herself could not get a soft seat. When she saw a more elderly parent, she gave up her seat. Then, she went to get chairs, and found people to move several chairs over. She sat with a few parents in the aisle. The other cla.s.ses were in similar situations. Some cla.s.ses did not fill up their seats, so the neighboring cla.s.ses spilled over. Those that were full, could only sit in the aisle. However, their own head teachers did not sit in the aisle.

Hence, Teacher Leng was quite a good head teacher.

Zhang Ye did not hesitate. He indifferently sat on a small stool.

Cao Mengmeng refused, “Bro, why don’t you take my seat. You are a big celeb…”

“Enough, it’s no big deal.” Zhang Ye interrupted her. “Take the time to prepare your recital. Isn’t it your turn in the latter half?”

“Then..alright.” Cao Mengmeng returned to her seat. She was surrounded by her cla.s.smates.

Beside her, a girl giggled, “Mengmeng, who’s that?”

“My bro.” Mengmeng said proudly and raised her neck, “He’s handsome right?”

Another boy blinked, “Eh, why is your bro wearing sungla.s.ses? It’s so dark in the auditorium.”

Cao Mengmeng giggled, “My bro is a superstar, so of course he wears sungla.s.ses.”

“Superstar? That’s impossible, right?” A youth, who looked more mature, said.

A girl, who did not have good relations with Cao Mengmeng, harrumphed, “What star? Mengmeng is just bragging. I think your bro is just wearing sungla.s.ses to act big.”

Mengmeng tsked, “Lili, it’s not that I look down on you. If I told you who my bro is, you would definitely die from fright!”

Lili pouted, “Keep bragging.”

Cao Mengmeng curled her lips, “I can’t be bothered about you.”

A boy hurriedly eased the situation, “Mengmeng, Lili, don’t fight. Every time you meet each other, you fight. Even if you are not tired, we would get tired from watching you two fight.”

Star?

The other cla.s.smates also did not think much about it.

Teacher Leng heard their conversation and then looked sidewards at Zhang Ye, who was sitting behind. She did find him familiar, but he seemed to have a common face, so she did not pay much attention.

“Little brother, you are?” A parent sitting next to him asked.

Zhang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, “Oh, I’m Mengmeng’s brother.”

The parent smiled while nodding, “Nice to meet you. I’m Pengpeng’s father.”

“I’m Qiaomeng’s mother. Nice to meet you.” Another middle-aged woman interjected.

Zhang Ye had a casual chat with a few parents. He was quite unaccustomed to a “parents’ meeting”. After all, they were in their thirties or forties, while he was still in his twenties.

“Little brother, what do you do for a living?” The middle-aged man asked in interest.

“Me?” Zhang Ye was stumped for an answer. If you said he was in literature, that wasn’t right. If you said he was a host, he was now temporarily suspended. Say that he’s in teaching? It was only to be reported tomorrow. So as he hesitated, the middle-aged woman beside had branched off the topic.

The woman asked, “Big brother, what do you do?”

The middle-aged man laughed, “I’m a newspaper editor. I arrange literature pieces before publis.h.i.+ng them. We have even published Teacher Leng’s essays before. Back then, I arranged that edition. I only found a few months ago that the pen name, Cold Moon is our Teacher Leng (Cold). What a coincidence.”

A man beside said, “Ah? Teacher Leng has even gone on the papers before?”

The middle-aged man smiled, “That’s right. Teacher Leng is talented. Our editors were full of praise for that prose of hers. It was written very well.”

Teacher Leng gave a forced smile, “Brother Yang, don’t brag about me. I just got lucky. The bit of knowledge I have isn’t much talent.”

Brother Yang laughed, “You are being modest. If you lack talent, then who has?”

Teacher Leng smiled gently, “Of course Teacher Zhang Ye. I’m a fan of his. His poems are well-written, his programs are also good. He never uses a script, nor does he need to think. He can write anything he picks up. Every word he spews from his mouth is a literary work that stuns the world. Teacher Zhang Ye is a real talent!”

Brother Yang acknowledged, “That’s true. I’ve heard the compilation that Zhang Ye published has already sold more than 200,000 copies already. That isn’t some novel, but rather a literature compilation. This level of sales is defying the heavens!”

Teacher Leng said, “Out of those sales, I contributed three books. Teacher Zhang Ye’s poems are really too good. His essays and speeches are also world cla.s.s. There’s nothing to pick on!”

The woman said, “I haven’t seen Zhang Ye’s works, by my younger sister loves him. She watches every episode of his ‘Zhang Ye’s Talk Show’ at least two or three times.”

Brother Yang lamented, “Now, in the literary world, the most aggressive newcomer is Zhang Ye. However, if I really want to compare, those masters with seniority are still better than Zhang Ye. In terms of literature, Zhang Ye’s works are probably inferior to those masters.”

Teacher Leng shook her head, “I don’t think so. I think Zhang Ye’s works are already on the same level as those masters. Neither of them is better than the other.”

Brother Yang looked at her, “Teacher Leng, I have a different view. If we are talking about derisive poems, then Zhang Ye can be said to be the most domineering in the country. He can indeed compare with those literary masters. “Dead Water”, “The Answer”, or even that lamenting “Prisoner’s Song” and “My Confession”, “The Song of the Stormy Petrel” too. In this regime, Zhang Ye has reached the peak. I have to admit it, but in terms of love poems, Zhang Ye’s works are basically blank. That “See Me or Not” is not considered a love poem. If one really wanted to count, that “Flying bird and fish” would be one. Hence, in terms of diversity and comprehensiveness, Zhang Ye is still inferior to those masters.”

The woman said, “I’ve heard of ‘Flying bird and fish’. It was very good.”

Teacher Leng laughed, “Just one ‘Flying bird and fish’ is enough.”

Brother Yang said, “But seriously, ‘Flying bird and fish’ is also ‘The furthest distance in the world. At most, it’s just a yearning towards love, and not purely a love poem. At least that’s how I understand it. Hence, in the poetry system, where love is heavily weighted, Zhang Ye has yet to prove himself with his works. If he can produce another modern poem that shows the appreciation of love, then I will acknowledge him as a master.”

Teacher Leng did not want to argue with him, “He will.”

As they chatted, the topic had landed on Zhang Ye.

Sitting amongst them, Zhang Ye could not help but turn red from embarra.s.sment. Listening to how others were praising him, with Mengmeng’s head teacher even claiming to be a fan, Zhang Ye also smiled.

See!

Popularity!

This is what popularity is, comrades!

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