Lin Miao dragged a sack from Jiang Xiaohong's office and returned to his pseudo-editor-in-chief office happily. In addition to the sacks, there are also three "Application Forms for Recommending the Finalists of the "Red Seedlings" Essay Competition", that is to say, Ding Shaoyi has already left him three places. It may be for Lao Lin's sake, or it may be his privilege as the captain of the Municipal Young Pioneers Corps and the pseudo-editor-in-chief of "Red Miao" - think about it, even if the Wang puppet regime and the puppet Manchukuo have so many people to give face, why can't I, the national outstanding primary school student who was legally and reasonably voted through the regular process, engage in a little private action of teaching and receiving in private?

The upgraded three-bar armband is not worn for nothing!

Back in the office and sat down, Lin Miao poured all the letters out of the sack first, and then put them back after reading them, because I heard that some manuscripts that were well written but could not be selected should be returned in the same way, so that the other party could have the idea of continuing to submit.

Picked up a white envelope from the ground and glanced at the location and name of the letter, which was sent from an elementary school that Lin Miao had never heard of. The sixth-grade girl, who even writes her name on the envelope neatly and practices calligraphy, obviously attaches great importance to this competition. However, Lin Miao could see at a glance that this kid must not have learned in a calligraphy class like COSCO, and only knew how to start and collect the pen, but he didn't even know how to write his name to look neat.

Typical heart is more than enough but not enough, and the family conditions are not good......

Lin Miao couldn't help but think of her sad childhood, sighed and opened the envelope, then glanced twice, and silently put the letter back again.

What kind of barren stuff is written......

moaning without illness at a young age, it is six consecutive meaningless, illogical, and auraless shit analogies, which is the "class" level, and the "school level" is enough to choke.

Lin Miao used not strict standards, even opening the letter, putting it back, and throwing it into a sack, at the usual speed of reading a submission in less than 15 seconds, and quickly giving these may be voluntary, but it is more likely to be forced by the parents, and it may even be the articles ghostwritten by the parents themselves to be sentenced to death with a suspended death sentence - anyway, after he reads it once, Jiang Xiaohong will read it again.

The number of envelopes thrown on the ground is rapidly decreasing, and more and more envelopes are being thrown back into sacks.

Lin Miao is very calm and not in a hurry to exercise her right to guarantee, anyway, the deadline for essays is next Sunday, and there are still many letters to read later. And my three places are so precious, if you accidentally let out the wind......

Well......

After watching it for more than half an hour, Lin Miao's life-and-death mood at the beginning began to slowly calm down, and at the same time, his thinking gradually diverged, and he began to think involuntarily, if he had 3 places in his hands, then how many of the other 9 judges were in each of them? If everyone is going to Dongou Middle School, Dongou Middle School has 24 classes in a grade section, and theoretically recruits 1,200 new students from the city every year, then according to 2%-3% The amount of water mixed left and right, and a handful of scumbags that can't meet the admission standards of Dongou Middle School are thrown into it - of course, they can't be too scummy - this number is about 25 to 30. In this way, it will not affect the overall quality of students in Dongou Middle School, nor will it have a significant negative impact on the indicators of university admission in the future.

After all, there are more than 1,000 people in the school, even if all of them are scholars and gods, it is inevitable that there will always be one or two mistakes in playing on the spot.

So the children who can rely on the "Red Miao" essay to get this part of the direct access to Dongou Middle School will gradually become a little clearer.

First of all, the scum of Dongou such as the 18th Middle School can be shot directly by the group, after all, it is impossible to let the child stay in the 18th Middle School. The second is that there is a relationship in the family, but the academic performance is too much to be on the table, such as Xiao Yueyue, such as Ding Kai - thinking of this, Lin Miao suddenly shuddered again, if Lin Guoling didn't go in at this time, maybe he would really ask him to come to his house and let him take out the quota and let Ding Kai mix in Dongou Middle School, right? Then the old lady will definitely find a group of relatives from the countryside to help. Damn, should I say whether this matter is fortunate or unfortunate......

Out of these two kinds of people, the rest of the family has a little social relations, and their grades are at the upper middle level, should be the main force of this essay contest to submit and win awards. Whether the article is well written or not, in fact, it is secondary, anyway, there will definitely be no fewer people who catch knives and ghostwriters, the key is whether the child's parents have contributed in time, whether there is enough information, and find the right person, for example, the representative of my country's outstanding Young Pioneers, the pseudo-editor-in-chief of the "Red Miao" weekly, Lin Yingjun holds three places Leonard resolutely resists corrosion Miao.

Thinking of this, Lin Miao couldn't help but stand up, put her hands on her hips, and raised her head and laughed: "Wowhahahaha......"

Dongou Middle School's market price for admission places, the widow has absolute bargaining power!

No, no, it!

Recently, I have been doing too much business, and I have sat my ass crookedly. As the successor of socialism, how can a widow do such a shameless thing? The Youth League and city party committee have entrusted such an important work to the widow, and the widow cannot let the organization down! How can the other judges think that the widow is out of control, and he still has to be sober-minded. It is not easy for me and the Emperor Taishang to lay down this country, but we can't let people seize the loopholes and ruin the future for the sake of a little benefit.

Justice! Must be Justice!

Lin Miao put her hands behind her back and walked around the office full of submissions.

It feels like power has turned into pressure.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the team office.

Bang Bang!

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Lin Miao poked her head out to take a look, and saw a middle-aged aunt with a little girl standing outside with a smile on her face. The little girl looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing the uniform of the experimental middle school, not tall, wearing a pair of glasses, and looking at Wenwen quietly.

The middle-aged aunt stared at Lin Miao, and then looked up at Lin Miao's photo on the photo wall opposite the door, and suddenly her voice rose by three points: "Child, you are Miao Miao, right? Auntie is your father's old colleague! Lan Lan, you see that you finally saw the prodigy little brother today!"

The little girl named Lan Lan nodded shyly.

In the office next door, Jiang Xiaohong, who heard the movement, suddenly walked out and asked with a smile, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Just look for him! Just look for Director Lin's son!" The middle-aged woman strode forward and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Lin Miao and whispered, "Miao Miao, Auntie wants to trouble you with something, can you go back and tell your father that Auntie's daughter can win the first prize in the essay competition?" Your sister Lanlan's academic performance is good! It's just that the math is a little poor, and the second high school is no problem, and it's still a little bit worse than Dongou Middle School......

Lin Miao looked at the aunt's expectant face and looked up at Jiang Xiaohong.

Jiang Xiaohong smiled at him, didn't say anything, turned around and went back to his office.

Lin Miao sighed and asked helplessly, "Have you submitted?"

"Vote for it!" Auntie hurriedly took out a letter from her bag, stuffed it into Lin Miao's hand, and said with a smile, "I'll vote directly for you! Someone at your house at night, right? Auntie took your Lanlan sister to meet your father at night, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

"My dad has a meeting in the evening and probably won't be back until eleven or twelve. Lin Miao's fanatical parents opposite, lying is not logical, first drag it out for a wonderful way, "I'll let the aunt here take a look at it again, and I'll notify you when there is news, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Auntie will entrust you with Sister Lanlan's matter first! Eh, by the way, can you tell Auntie about your home phone number? Auntie remember it!"

Lin Miao can rarely be honest: "My house is being renovated, and no one will pick you up." ”

The aunt was extremely shrewd, and immediately changed her tone and asked, "Then where does your family live now?"

Lin Miao cut back to the mode: "Wandering around, living in no fixed place, changing hotels in the city." ”

Auntie was anxious: "What about today?"

Lin Miao said: "Overseas Chinese Hotel." ”

The aunt breathed a sigh of relief and showed a smile again: "Where is the Overseas Chinese Hotel?"

Lin Miao replied lightly: "I didn't remember the room number." ”

Auntie's face was full of confusion, and she asked with a wry smile: "Don't joke with Auntie, how can I go back if I don't remember the room number?"

Lin Miao looked at him and replied very calmly: "Follow the feeling." ”

"......," the aunt was silent for a while, "what about the phone number of the hotel room?"

Lin Miao couldn't help but persuade: "Auntie, calm down, no one will remember the phone number of the hotel room." ”

Auntie was crazy, and she frowned a little uncontrollably and asked, "Then how can others contact your father?"

Lin Miao smiled: "The phone number of the unit." ”

The aunt was entangled: "The city's address book has not been changed, and the number of your father's unit is not in the address book." ”

"It's fine. Lin Miao comforted, "My dad is going to change jobs next week, and he is now in his new unit every day." You can call his new employer's phone number. ”

The aunt's face was happy: "Where is your father's new unit?"

Lin Miao said: "The Municipal Propaganda Department, he messes around in Minister Duzhang's office every day. ”

Auntie's look of despair: "......"

The phone number of the office of the head of the Municipal Propaganda Department can also be called casually?

Lin Miao spent more than ten minutes of saliva, and finally persuaded her aunt to quit.

When the aunt left with her daughter, Jiang Xiaohong walked out and asked with a wicked smile, "Do you know how difficult it is to be a judge?"

"Alas......" Lin Miao shook her head, "It seems that I can't decide these three places......"

Jiang Xiaohong smiled and rubbed Lin Miao's head.

Lin Miao suddenly asked again: "Are we directly accepting a round of essays, and then directly awarding awards?"

Jiang Xiaohong thought for a moment and replied, "Yes......"

"That's not good, what's the difference between this and a dark box operation?" Lin Miao hurriedly said, "The appearance is so ugly, and the credibility is too weak." If you don't make a big deal out of it, Aunt Chaoying and you will all be punished. ”

Jiang Xiaohong was stunned when she heard this.