Lin Miao waved goodbye to Li Xiao with a broken egg and walked into the conference room.

A serious staff member in the conference room immediately stepped forward and closed the door.

Under the gaze of more than a hundred pairs of curious eyes in the room, the middle-aged man who stepped forward to close the door led Lin Miao towards the seat of Bailifang Primary School. The old examiner, who was standing in front of the podium, looked at Lin Miao and nodded his head, his face was full of waves.

He has heard enough news reports about Lin Guorong, the son of a prodigy.

jumped to the sixth grade at the age of 7, won the championship of the city's primary school students' Olympiad competition, and even refused the invitation of the juvenile class of the University of the Academy of Social Sciences, any one of them is enough for ordinary people to blow for half their lives, not to mention Lin Miao's three things. In addition to these, the old man even inquired that Lin Miao actually came up with a children's song called "Worm Flying", not only as a singer, but also as a songwriter. A 7-year-old child has gone against the sky to such an extent, and the old man really feels that it is abnormal.

The old man felt that this matter was a bit fake, especially after a short exchange with Lin Guorong not long ago, he became more and more suspicious of "whether the father and son were packaged".

——It was about half a month ago one night, the old man, who was the deputy secretary general of the Oucheng District Writers Association, was invited by Ding Shaoyi to attend a dinner.

At that time, out of his love for the book "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", the old man could be said to be full of expectations for meeting Lao Lin, and specially asked Ding Shaoyi to help arrange his seat next to Lin Guorong.

At that time, the old man was a little reluctant in his heart, and thought that Lin Guorong's status in the rivers and lakes was too high, and to arrange such a seat, Ding Shaoyi had to save some face. As a result, when he arrived at the place, the old man realized that it was not the same thing at all.

During the banquet, Lao Lin didn't have much time to sit in his seat, almost the whole audience was spinning around with a wine glass, making friends with the leaders from all over the world, and behaving like a bureaucrat far better than a writer.

After finally passing three rounds of drinking, Lao Lin, who was half-drunk and half-awake, returned to his seat, and the old man found an opportunity to discuss two thoughts on literary creation with Lao Lin. Then this discussion, the old man was not calm.

Because as soon as Lao Lin opened his mouth, he directly exposed his ignorance in writing.

In fact, the old man has seen many writers who are not familiar with the theory of literary creation, but can write high-quality articles, but those people all have their own literary aesthetics and observation perspectives. However, Lao Lin is different, Lao Lin is pure and has no aesthetics, or rather, literary aesthetics are still at a very, very low level.

If you want to make an analogy, it is equivalent to the standard for people who don't know how to sing to evaluate others' singing skills is "high pitch", the standard for people who don't know art to evaluate painting works is "painting like", and the standard for people who don't know the piano to evaluate others' piano skills is "playing so fast".

And what Lao Lin said to the old man that day was: "When writing an article, the most important thing is to write beautiful sentences, so how can you write beautifully, the key is to use more good words and sentences." ”

So after the old man heard this, his mind exploded on the spot.

is such a thing, how can you write "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard?!!"?

That day, the old man wanted to take advantage of Lao Lin's high drink and dig something out of his mouth, but Ding Shaoyi seemed to know something inside, and without waiting for him to say a second sentence, he immediately separated him from Lin Guorong. Then the two of them talked about "whether Kant's speech is rigorous or verbose" all night, and finally the dinner ended hastily.

At this moment, the old man standing on the podium looked at Lin Miao's back, and the unhappiness in his heart escalated slightly.

The leaders of the Municipal Education Bureau have already greeted him before the game, and this time the ten places for the first prize in the city must be reserved for Lin Miao, so as to ensure that Lin Miao can go to Hangzhou to participate in the provincial finals during the summer vacation.

As a person in the system, the old man naturally does not understand this truth.

Of course, he will not stand up for the so-called procedural justice, and bravely expose the truth that "Lin Guorong, a famous writer in our city, is a scumbag, and his son is likely to be a packaged fake prodigy", after all, cutting off people's money is like killing parents, not to mention that it is very likely to be banned within the system. To be honest, you have to take a huge risk, so the old man can only express his anger at social injustice, and deep down in his heart, he expresses his disgust and spurning for Lin Miao walking into this venue.

"Education in China...... The good end let these people who go to the side of the door occupy the resources, and the children who are in the eleventh place in this competition are suffering, is the first prize and the second prize a concept......

The old man muttered in his heart, Lin Miao had been brought to his seat by the staff of the arena.

This time, the seats in the game were all disrupted, and Lin Miao's seat was arranged in the middle and back, next to the aisle.

As soon as he sat down, he heard someone behind him shouting: "Miao Miao~"

Lin Miao turned her head and looked, happy.

Zhang Xueru, Zhu Peici, and Xu Fengfan were actually assigned to a row.

Lin Miao beckoned and greeted the three of them.

The old man on the podium immediately frowned when he saw Lin Miao making small movements, and said with a serious face: "If you are late, don't talk to each other, the time is already half a minute late." ”

Zhang Xueru smiled and made a grimace at Lin Miao, of course Lin Miao did not destroy the discipline of the examination room, immediately put her hand down, and then sat upright, waiting for the exam to start.

The old man glanced in Lin Miao's direction, retracted his gaze, and began to talk about the rules of the game and the discipline of the examination room. Said less than three minutes, summed up is that this time the competition is only one round, the top ten is the first prize of the city, the summer vacation will represent Dongou City to Hangzhou to participate in the provincial finals, the provincial finals of the breakout, will automatically enter the national finals. If someone is found to be cheating in the competition, the competition will be disqualified on the spot, and you will not be eligible to fill in Dongou Middle School and Dongou Second High School during the high school entrance examination.

After saying the rules, the old man asked the staff in the house to open the brown paper bag containing the rolls.

A few staff members handed each child a hand-to-hand papers, answer sheets, and scratch papers.

Lin Miao got the paper, adjusted her breathing slightly, closed her eyes, and eliminated all the messy emotions of the morning from her heart.

After being quiet for a long time, I opened my eyes and began to read the test paper.

The exam paper is only one page, printed with two paragraphs of materials, all of which are written about the scenic spots in the north and south of China's great rivers, and finally a paragraph of the exam question is attached: "Please write an essay with 'My motherland is really beautiful' according to the above materials, with no less than 400 words and no limit on genre." ”

After Lin Miao finished reading this question, her brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Material proposition composition, not only to contact the material, but also to fit the topic, can be said to lock the space for free play in all directions, although it seems to be a very simple operation, but to write beautifully, it is the most difficult.

Judging from his experience of being a tutor for many children, when encountering this kind of exam question, the happiest should be the group of children with poor academic performance, because directly copying and copying the materials, you can piece together most of the content of the composition, but it is difficult for the top students to give full play to their writing expertise that is slightly higher than that of the scumbags.

With conspiracy theories in mind, Lin Miao felt that the appearance of such a question in the city's competition could only show that the organizers had decided to leave room for the wrestling behind the exam from the beginning.

Looking at it this way, am I going to be escorted again?

Lin Miao smiled slightly, and was about to start thinking about how to write this article, when a person suddenly stopped beside him. He looked up and saw that it was the old invigilator who was standing on the podium just now.

"You write, don't look at me. The old man had a straight face, and he had no intention of leaving.

"Oh. Lin Miao replied and continued to think calmly to herself.

The exam time is 1 hour, as long as the idea is clear, 400 words can be written in a maximum of ten minutes, there is nothing to rush at all. As for the old man who invigilated the exam, I don't know if he deliberately stood on the side to put pressure - he has been going to graduate school and civil service for so many years, and this little thing really doesn't have any impact.

Lin Miao sat as steady as Mount Tai, and began to analyze the structure of this composition, which direction should the central idea of the final elevation be fought, and whether the writing style should be plain or fancy. For three full minutes, Lin Miao remained motionless, skipping one thought after another in his mind, and then shot these thoughts one by one.

Seeing that Lin Miao seemed to be dead, the old man's frowning brows gradually loosened, and he shook his head with disappointment on his face.

"Alas......" In the quiet examination room, a clear and audible sigh sounded.

The old man walked forward silently with his hands behind his back, but as soon as he took two steps, there was a sudden sound behind him. He couldn't help but turn his head, took a closer look, and found that Lin Miao had directly skipped the scratch paper and put pen to paper on the answer sheet.

Cheating, right?

The old man hurriedly walked back to Lin Miao's side, bent down to take a closer look, and saw that Lin Miao had at least ten years of skill in his hand, and was walking on the paper: "My motherland has the magnificent beauty of mountains and rivers, mountains, mountains are 18,000 zhang of rooftops, and water is the water that flows to the sea and does not return......

If the old man was struck by lightning, he was terrified on the spot.