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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
over. Dwarf made a short speech. Then I was
allowed to speak. I read my manuscript with deep
feeling. I looked like a sincere confessor. I pretended
to be very pitiful. I wanted to make the students
sympathize with me. It took me one hour to finish
criticizing myself. Then I looked at the group of
scoundrels expectantly. They didn’t show any
sympathetic expression for me. What’s worse, the
guy who wrote the three Chinese characters, Da
Guang Gun, on the blackboard suddenly stood up,
came directly to me and pressed me hard on my head
to make me bow down.
Then Dwarf said to me, “I don’t think you’ve
made a self-criticism. You have just written a
beautiful article. You have mouthed a lot of fine
words. You’ve made a lengthy speech, but you
haven’t dug out the root of your problem. Do you
want to fool the revolutionary students? Do you want
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