A few days later, the magazine of the essay contest published 30 more articles, and this time the articles published were ranked 11th to 40th after being selected by experts.

After this issue of the magazine came out, Song Xiangran was ranked twelfth, Song Cha was eleventh, and Xu Zhiyuan was thirteenth, and the rankings of the three people were very similar.

Originally, those who were still sneering at Song Xiangran and Song Cha a few days ago didn't dare to say anything more at this time, especially those who had read Song Xiangran and Song Cha's articles, and they obediently shut their mouths.

After returning to the dormitory, Liu Hongyun and Bai Xingxing also felt that they didn't have the face to see Song Xiangran and Song Cha, after all, a few days ago, the two of them said that Feng Liang was the most powerful.

"Ah, Ah Cha, you got the eleventh place, it's too powerful. Song Xiangran pointed to Song Cha's article and said.

Song Cha nodded happily and said, "I also think that I didn't think of it at all, Xiangran, your article is also very well written, I like it very much." ”

"I also like your article, no wonder I can take the eleventh place, our Ah Cha is really amazing. Song Xiangran hugged Song Cha and said.

For his ranking, Song Xiangran was also pleasantly surprised.

In fact, Song Xiangran is quite sure of the article he wrote this time.

In the last semester, Song Xiangran also participated in several large and small essay competitions, and he was able to find out some experience and feelings.

As far as this essay contest is concerned, Song Xiangran estimated at the beginning that he would get about fifty places.

Although Song Xiangran was not included in the rankings after the fifty or so rankings came out, Song Xiangran was still very confident and thought that he might get more than thirty.

But the result was unexpectedly good for Song Xiangran.

After all, the preliminary round is just a stepping stone, Song Xiangran feels that the people who can enter are all people with a relatively high level, no matter what, this is a national essay competition, and the gold content is so high.

As for Song Cha, she has always been mainly writing modern poems, and it was the first time she wrote a narrative article, but she didn't expect to be shortlisted, so Song Cha was even more surprised than Song Xiangran.

So now in the dormitory, when Song Xiangran and Song Cha are happily discussing each other's articles, Bai Xingxing and Liu Hongyun can only hide in the bed, and they can't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour.

Suddenly, the landline in the dormitory rang, and Song Xiangran got closer, so he walked over directly to pick it up.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Song Xiangran still had the smile on his face when he chatted with Song Cha just now.

On the other side of the phone, Song Xiangran's most familiar low and pleasant male voice came: "I'm looking for Song Xiangran." ”

Hearing that it was Fang Qingming's voice, Song Xiangran suddenly became playful, she pretended not to hear it, and asked: "Song Xiangran is not here, I will hang up if there is nothing, or if you have something, I can help you tell her." ”

Fang Qingming immediately heard that Song Xiangran was joking with himself, he looked down at the magazine on the desktop, and the magazine was turned to the page of Song Xiangran's article.

Fang Qingming smiled and said, "You tell Song Xiangran for me, saying that I am her fan, and I can't eat it." ”

The word "fan" was not too popular in the 90s, when people listened to songs and called them friends, and those who read were called readers.

So when Song Xiangran first heard it, he didn't react for a while, what is the kind of vermicelli that can't be eaten.

As if knowing that Song Xiangran didn't react, Fang Qingming then explained: "What fans mean is that I admire you very much. ”

"What do you worship?" Song Xiangran asked confusedly.

"In all aspects, I have read the articles you wrote," Fang Qingming chuckled softly, took the magazine over, and looked at it, "It's very well written, I like it very much." ”

"Which one do you like?" asked Song Xiangran with a grin.

Fang Qingming thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It's like you like my love poem." ”

"Oh, how do you know I'm writing about you, I'm writing very vaguely this time. Song Xiangran smiled helplessly.

In this essay competition, Song Xiangran wrote about her understanding of her feelings, and the main source of inspiration was the last time she confessed her past life to Fang Qingming, Fang Qingming's performance moved Song Xiangran very much.

That night, Song Xiangran wrote a diary, expressing his gratitude and touching to Fang Qingming.

Later, when he heard that he was going to participate in this essay competition, Song Xiangran simply turned out his diary to find inspiration, and just saw that article, after Song Xiangran did a lot of editing, he also referred to Lin Kun's opinion, turned the image into concreteness, and wrote an essay.

After Song Xiangran's article was published, many people were envious of the kind of understanding expressed in this article.

Because in this world, people come and go, so many, there are many people, living in this life, living in this life, poor in their lives, they may not be able to meet a person who understands themselves and understands themselves.

Even many people don't understand what it's like to be understood.

But Song Xiangran's article turned the image into a concrete image, which made many people feel what it is to be understood for the first time.

"Xiangran, I'm going to eat, do you want to come with me, or stay here to talk to your fiancé on the phone?" Song Cha looked at Song Xiangran with a smile and said.

Song Xiangran hurriedly said embarrassedly to Fang Qingming on the phone: "My fan, Mr. Fang Qingming, now your little idol Song Xiangran is going to dinner, and we have time to talk again." ”

"It turns out that I don't have as important as you to eat. Fang Qingming deliberately pretended to be sad and said.

"People are iron and rice are steel, and if you don't eat for a day, you'll be hungry and panic, don't you know this truth?" Song Xiangran said with a smile.

"Well, I know, when will I be lucky enough to invite Song Xiangran to a meal?" Fang Qingming asked, holding his chin.

was mentioned by Fang Qingming like this, and Song Xiangran realized that at the beginning of this semester, the number of times she and Fang Qingming met had decreased a lot.

First, it is because Fang Qingran's homework has improved a lot, and Fang Qingran is very conscious, so Song Xiangran generally only needs to make up lessons for him once every two weeks and check his learning results.

On the other hand, Song Xiangran had to prepare for this essay contest as soon as school started, as well as the things in the club, Fang Qingming had just finished the New Year, and there was a lot of official business, and the time for the two to meet was reduced a lot.

Unconsciously, Song Xiangran pinched his fingers and counted, as if he hadn't seen each other for almost a month.

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