The classroom fell silent.

There was a kind of suffocation in the air that wanted to smoke but couldn't.

Fortunately, Miao Xiaoqiu is experienced, and just when the scene was once embarrassed, Lao Miao used one sentence to save the atmosphere and save the topic: "Don't talk nonsense, how can the teachers not understand?"

Lao Miao rubbed Lin Miao's head dotingly.

But judging by her expression, it was obvious that she was just looking for a step down the steps for the elementary school classrooms in the classroom.

How wicked Lin Miao is, Lao Miao naturally knows it in his heart. Not to mention anything else, just being able to ghostwrite a best-selling book like "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" for Lin Guorong at the age of six made Miao Xiaoqiu realize with great certainty that most of Lin Miao's blowing can't be called blowing at all - that's just from the perspective of genius, with the genius's measure of the world, and saying some things that are completely normal in the eyes of genius.

It's just that these words finally fall into the ears of normal people, and they seem a bit too large and difficult to digest.

The only pity is that Miao Xiaoqiu can't share her findings with the whole society, otherwise if the news that Lao Lin asked his son to ghostwrite broke out, the damage to the family would definitely be greater than imagined.

As a good person with correct three views, Miao Xiaoqiu decided to keep this secret for the rest of her life, and then when Lin Miao grew up in the future, she could introduce her granddaughter to him, and use this as a threat to let Lin Miao be her grandson-in-law......

Miao Xiaoqiu has a long-term vision, the more she looks at Lin Miao, the more she likes it, and connives, Lin Miao hurts the fragile souls and feelings of her classmates and teachers in various ways at school, but she really didn't understand the objective facts of the two existences and Lin Miao.

First, even if the news that Lao Lin was looking for Lin Miao's ghostwriting was exposed, there was actually no. First, the public can't believe it, and second, with the shameless operation of this father and son, Lao Lin and Lin Miao are absolutely impossible to admit.

Second, the that Lin Miao bragged about in school was really just bragging, after all, strictly speaking, the upper limit of the first degree in a previous life like Lin Miao could only be spelled to the level of 985 in the middle stream at most, and it was okay to say that he was a scholar, but the gap was really a bit big from the "genius". Compared with some beasts who can get 700+ in the college entrance examination at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Lin Miao is not even a scum in front of those real prodigies, and can only be counted as "ashes".

Miao Xiaoqiu made a step for the teachers, and of course Lin Miao couldn't keep talking.

After Miao Xiaoqiu finished speaking, Lin Miao immediately threw the pot on Lao Lin's head, and said with a serious face: "My father taught me what I said just now, my father said that when you go on stage, you must have momentum, and you must treat everyone in the audience as stupid in your heart." ”

As soon as these words came out, the stiffness of the facial muscles of the people in the audience who had just regained a little smile jumped from 99% to 100%.

But Lin Miao started talking, but she couldn't hold it back, and talked eloquently: "Just now Principal Miao said that my national essay competition has been awarded the third prize, but in fact, this statement is not true. From this point of view, it is obvious that my competitiveness in the national finals stage is at least one grade stronger than many primary school students who work hard and barely squeeze into the finals, so according to my understanding, I should be guaranteed the second prize in the country. If it weren't for the black-box operation to squeeze me down, the first prize would not be impossible to look forward to. ”

The teachers in the audience exchanged MMP glances with each other, and their hearts were full of envy, jealousy and hatred for this little ghost on the stage.

In 1995, there were 1.2 billion Chinese people, ranking first in the world, much higher than Ah San, who ranked second......

Such a big country, even if there are countless industries, people who can win the first prize in the country are still rare, and if you want to reach this height, in addition to strength, luck and opportunities are all indispensable. Everyone who has won the first prize in the country, which one is not a genius, all kinds of special horrors?

And this group of teachers in the audience, the highest education is only a junior college, in this group of people, not to mention the national first prize, even the provincial first prize has not won at all. After working for decades, the most effective results are basically dangling on the third prize line of the city-wide level evaluation - either you can get the third prize in the city, or you can't. Because generally speaking, the number of places above the third prize has long been set by the teachers of famous schools such as Square Primary School or Nancheng Primary School.

Lin Miao casually said, "The first prize in the country can be expected", which is like tearing a scar from the bottom of the hearts of the teachers that cannot be healed for a long time but is not life-threatening. Originally, it was fine not moving, but now that it is torn, it hurts to the heart.

But that's not the worst of all.

The worst thing is that Lin Miao even sprinkled salt into it.

"Principal Miao asked me to share my experience, but this experience is really difficult to elaborate, because simply put, people who fail in the competition have the same reasons, that is, they are not good at their skills, but those who succeed have their own reasons. But in addition to my relatively high level, there is another reason, that is, because I have a good father, if my father is not famous, I would not have been able to take the through train to the national finals, right? Because if it can be replicated, I am not standing here alone and telling you now, and if there are two such situations in one classroom, then according to the law of normal distribution, there is nothing to advocate about this matter, so even if I stand here, there is no point. Therefore, the most cruel thing in this world is that within a specific range of time and space, there will always be only one winner, and there are only so many resources, and those who can seize the first wave of resources can have the opportunity to seize the second wave of resources, and economics calls this the Matthew effect, the poorer the poorer, the richer the richer, the stronger the strong, and the weaker the weaker......"

Although Miao Xiaoqiu was very conniving at her grandson-in-law, she couldn't bear it anymore when she heard Lin Miao talk about it to such a point.

She interrupted: "Miao Miao, I digressed." ”

"Really?" Lin Miao looked unsatisfied, licking her lips, feeling that her mouth was a little dry.

Then without saying a word, in the puzzled eyes of the whole classroom, he calmly walked to the last row of the classroom, picked up the kettle brought from home, and smiled at Li Xiao.

In Li Xiao's unaware eyes full of admiration, Lin Miao was like an old man, carrying a glass of water, and said loudly as he walked to the stage: "No digression, the experience I want to share with you is the Matthew effect in writing." The specific manifestation of this effect is called how to win at the starting line. ”

Lin Miao said this, looked around, and saw a group of people looking at him, Lin Miao said loudly: "Look at what I'm doing, write it down!"

A few children quickly took out their pens and took notes.

Lin Miao's homeroom teacher, Mr. Xiao Zhao, was brain-dead for a while, and he actually opened the book.

Xu Fengfan, who was sitting next to her, looked at her speechlessly: "Teacher, don't ...... like this"

Xiao Zhao was reminded by Xu Fengfan, and his heart was clear in an instant, and then he fell into petrification in embarrassment.

Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing......