Otaku Translation: Literary Genius: This Kid Was Born Smart C93

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Chapter 93: A Hidden Gem

The students of could generally be divided into three groups: those who joined for fun, those who followed friends, and those with clear goals. These categories also reflected their reactions upon receiving the script.

, driven by a desire to stand out through unconventional means, read the manuscript attentively. Unable to dance or excel in other areas, she had chosen between the and the literary club—a strategic move aimed at gaining attention.

After some time, nearly all members wore the same expression—holy cow, this story hits deep.

Protagonist failed to save his best friend as a child, only for his own son to later fail in saving him as an adult. Heart-wrenching!

“Damn the author for not giving us a better ending.” “Though tragic, it’s beautifully written. Did Mr. Wu finally decide to write something himself?” “A good story is enough. This task has already messed up my studies for two weeks.” “Yeah, right—it’s because you’ve been sneaking mp4 usage; the volume-down button is practically broken from your constant fiddling.”

Veteran members Rou Rou and Dan Zhu exchanged glances after finishing the script. They hadn’t expected such a skilled writer to exist among the student body.

“Even if allows returning to the past, it doesn’t change anything—it might as well not exist!”

“I think its existence is meaningful. At least you can see deceased loved ones again and try multiple times without regret.”

“Not trying isn’t regretful; trying and still failing—that’s true regret.”

Both Rou Rou and Dan Zhu were seniors, and they found themselves passionately debating the plot of Park of Yesterday.

Qi Caiwei set the manuscript aside, discreetly wiping away tears. She was highly empathetic, easily moved to tears—much like how watching the love story of in always left her sobbing.

“Could this really be written by ?” Qi Caiwei steadied herself, piecing together clues to form a conclusion.

“How could that be? What kind of joke is that? This short story is meticulously structured, with subtle foreshadowing and developments that balance unpredictability with logic—it’s far beyond what any high schooler could produce,” quickly interjected, visibly flustered.

Why so tense? If Gu Lu truly wrote it, how could he possibly remain the “coolest guy” in Class 10?

Being the “coolest guy” was much like ’s self-proclaimed title of “class heartthrob”—both were subjective assessments.

“What even killed Zhou Lu? He suddenly dropped dead while smoking—is it a sudden cardiac arrest?” ’s focus, as usual, veered off-topic. Muttering under her breath, she added, “I’ll remind my dad to cut back on smoking when I go home next break.”

Does it matter how Zhou Lu died? Qi Caiwei internally rolled her eyes but then noticed something—Zhou Lu… Gu Lu. Ah, so that’s it. Her confidence grew stronger.

“He wasn’t resting, so it probably wasn’t sudden death,” Li Guyuan continued analyzing. “It might have been a . My grandmother passed away from that—I know a thing or two about it.”

Once everyone finished reading, spoke up. “Mr. Wu and I both agree that this script is exceptionally qualified. What do you all think?”

A chorus of agreement filled the room.

Pretending to seek consensus, President Wan Bai declared, “Since everyone agrees, we’ve officially selected Park of Yesterday.”

“Special thanks to Gu Lu from the for supporting our club. Park of Yesterday is a work by Gu Lu, a freshman from Class 10,” Wan Bai announced nonchalantly.

His casual tone belied the thunderous impact his words had on the entire club.

Written by a freshman?!

The special external contributor was a freshman?!

Because the shock was immense, it warranted repeating twice. Vice President Zhang Liru resolved to find time to investigate this three-headed, six-armed “monster.”

What happened to basic laws of reality? Li Guyuan fell silent, utterly defeated.

Qi Caiwei, however, nodded knowingly.

“As the saying goes, ‘The waves behind drive on those ahead, leaving them stranded on the shore,’” Rou Rou patted her chubby cheeks.

“I haven’t even had enough time riding the crest of the wave yet,” Dan Zhu chimed in.

Advisor Wu Du knew it was time to step in. “On our journey forward, we’ll inevitably encounter people gifted in certain areas. As Li Bai said, ‘Heaven made me for a purpose.’ So don’t lose heart.”

Doling out a dose of motivational encouragement, Wu Du added, “Many of our club members are talented. With practice, they too can craft stories like this.”

Li Guyuan wasn’t nearsighted mentally, just physically. Could he really write something comparable to Park of Yesterday? Even he didn’t believe it.

Who would’ve thought that unassuming Gu Lu harbored such writing talent? Being crushed in his area of expertise must have devastated Li Guyuan.

But no one cared about his feelings at the moment. Having delivered his pep talk, Wu Du retreated to the background while Wan Bai handled logistical tasks, bringing the orientation meeting to a close.

After all, club activities only lasted two class periods plus break time. Before anyone realized it, the session had ended, and students returned to their academic grind.

Of course, news of Class 10’s prodigy became hot gossip among the club members.

“This year, our literary club will surely shine. Maybe we’ll get interviewed by like last year. Will we make the newspaper?”

“Definitely! always pulls out all the stops for anniversaries.”

“This park beats hands down—it’s storytelling mastery.”

“Haha, freshmen, your time is running out. After the anniversary, you’ll understand why they call this place the Eighth Prison.”

…

Unbeknownst to Gu Lu, his work had subtly electrified The Tree People Literary Club. Meanwhile, he was feeling rather miserable.

“I was wrong, so wrong. I never should’ve joined the basketball team. If I hadn’t joined, I wouldn’t have attended rookie training. And if I hadn’t trained, my limbs wouldn’t feel like jelly now,” Gu Lu muttered in a stream-of-consciousness reminiscent of a frail girl.

The basketball coach clearly intended to intimidate the new recruits, tailoring a grueling “initiation” based on each student’s physical condition.

Gu Lu grabbed a quick dinner at the cafeteria before dragging his exhausted body back to the classroom. “With proper nutrition, sleep, and consistent exercise, maybe by senior year I’ll grow to 180 cm.”

Truthfully, Gu Lu’s active participation in club activities stemmed partly from curiosity—hoping to trigger another book synthesis sequence.

Most classmates were hunched over their desks, furiously scribbling away, resembling soldiers crouched in trenches.

No. 8 High School assigned an overwhelming amount of homework. Without completing portions during breaks or evening study sessions, boarding students simply couldn’t finish—the dorm lights-out policy didn’t care about unfinished assignments.

Suddenly, Gu Lu felt a sharp pain in his back. It wasn’t imagined; Wei Jiao in the seat behind him was literally poking him with a pen.

Gently, but uncivilly—with the cap on, yet the tip still jabbed.

Gu Lu turned around. “Panda, what’s up?”

Her nickname originated from “Jiaozi,” the brand of cigarettes featuring a panda logo. Thus, courtesy of Lü Ping’s creativity, she became “Panda.” Every class seemed to have someone fond of assigning nicknames.

“A hidden gem indeed! One story alone obliterated our literary club. So, is your campus card secretly a limited edition?” Wei Jiao teased.

Still remembering that tidbit? Gu Lu feigned seriousness. “I’ll tell you a secret, Panda, but you can’t tell anyone.”

Wei Jiao nodded fervently, mimicking a pecking chick. “If I spill, I’ll make sure the whole school loses power.”

That’s quite the trendy vow, Gu Lu thought. “The principal saw my extraordinary talent and deemed me a once-in-a-million writing prodigy, so he gave me this exclusive privilege card.”

You must think I’m an idiot, her eyes conveyed silently.

Note: In case if someone is confused about the education system, there is more explanation about the system.

In the Chinese education system, secondary school is divided into two main stages: junior high school (grades 7–9) and senior high school (grades 10–12). These senior high school years are often referred to as Gao Yi (高一) , Gao Er (高二) , and Gao San (高三) , which literally translate to "Senior One," "Senior Two," and "Senior Three."

Gao Yi (Grade 10) : Freshmen year in senior high school. Students typically focus on foundational academic subjects while adjusting to the increased workload.

Gao Er (Grade 11) : Sophomore year, where students begin to specialize slightly more in certain subjects depending on their chosen track (e.g., science or humanities).

Gao San (Grade 12) : The final and most intense year, dominated by preparation for the , China’s national college entrance exam, which largely determines university admissions.

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