When Jiang Shuiyuan came down from the platform, he fell into the boundless hustle and bustle.

Whether it is talking to someone else or fighting to the death with a piece of steak, every second a person may come over and say, "Let's take a photo!" or stretch out a microphone: "Jiang Shuiyuan, I am a reporter from "×× Daily", can you ask a few questions?"

A middle-aged elder sister even gave up her professional ethics as a reporter and asked Jiang Shui for the secret of skin whitening: "How many times do you wash your face every day?" "What do you use to wash your face?", "Use hot or cold water?", "What degree is appropriate?" "What skin care products do you use after washing?" ...... There are also a large number of girls around the key holding notebooks and pens, taking notes with a reverent face, which makes him feel more and more comfortable eating instant noodles and drinking mineral water at the train station.

After the luncheon, Jiang Shuiyuan refused the request of three evening newspapers, four literary publications, and a fashion magazine to give him an exclusive interview, and left the magazine office as if he were fleeing with his suitcase on the pretext of catching a train. - Actually, the return train was at about 10 o'clock in the evening.

When he sat alone on the bench of the train station, he felt unreal when he recalled the hustle and bustle just now. Only the heavy trophy in the suitcase and the big red certificate of honor reminded him that everything was real. Do you really want to be a writer in the future? He secretly smiled bitterly: If Ge Juntian, the big devil, knew this news, he would definitely scold and scold himself, and then smash a few college textbooks for himself to read within a time limit!

Jiang Shuiyuan did not go to school immediately after he went back, but took a day off at home and accompanied his mother who was doing rehabilitation training. At this time, the high school entrance examination will end, and my father can finally take a breath, plus Jiang Shuiyuan won the grand prize, and the family reunion can be described as happy.

The next day, Jiang Shuiyuan exercised and had breakfast as usual. Then he rode his bicycle early and waited at the door of the corridor, and when he saw Han Yun coming out, he greeted with a smile: "Yo, little Yunzi, it's morning! Brother will drive you out for a ride today!"

"I'm sorry, please open your dog eyes wide before you flamboyate your tongue and see clearly, I'm Han Yun, not your Pu Xiaoxiang or Cai Xiaojia!" Han Yun glanced at him with disdain, "Anyway, I still have to congratulate Jiang Da on his talent first!"

"Where does the joy come from? I don't think you're happy, right? I want to be a father?" Jiang Shuiyuan continued to tease without concealment. He went to Shanghai to participate in the re-examination of the New Concept Essay Contest, because of Wu Zichen's big mouth, coupled with the fanning of the head teacher Zhu Qingjia, there are many people in the school who know about it. What's more, the water source of the river has been gone for five or six days. This kind of thing can't be hidden. I think Han Yun should be talking about this, right?

As for the semi-final awards, although the list of winners will be hung on the website of "Cultivation" magazine, and will also appear in newspapers or magazines, people who are not particularly attentive will not pay attention to these news at all. And my mother, who is good at magic skills, is now living in the hospital, and my father Jiang Youzhi is not a person who likes to show off, and it is estimated that there should be no more than a handful of people in the compound. Even if you are a brother, one of them suddenly wins five million, and the other will be eaten in his heart. Not to mention being a good friend? Du Wenke's strangeness is a precedent. So Jiang Shuiyuan deliberately pretended to be crazy and stupid. I want to cover up this matter, so as not to make Han Yun feel unhappy when he knows about it.

"you!" Han Yun kicked over. "You still put garlic on me? The school bulletin board has posted good news, 'Jiang Shuiyuan, a student from our school, won the first prize in Group B of the 53rd New Concept Essay Contest of the Selling Meng Cup', I don't believe that you can know it?"

"I'm going, who is so well-informed? I haven't even arrived at school, and all kinds of news have already spread all over the sky?" Jiang Shuiyuan understood in a blink of an eye, among the people who paid special attention to the list of winners. Wu Zichen and Zhu Qingjia can rank in the top three in the school, so how long can they expect the news to be hidden? He explained with a wry smile: "Actually, it was purely by chance that I won the award, because the rules of this competition are rather peculiar, and it is not a matter of fighting whose writing is good and who has a bridge." It's about who has the best looks, so I barely won the first prize. It's a pity you didn't go! If you do, the organizing committee will have to set up a special prize for you!"

Han Yun was indeed very handsome back then, and he was the expected class grass. But in the past year, he has studied too hard and has not deliberately cleaned himself up, coupled with various changes in adolescence, which has made him pale, unkempt, full of acne, and as thin as a bamboo pole. But who doesn't like others to praise themselves for being handsome?

"No wonder all the girls in the school are fascinated and fascinated by you, and the emotional reasons are all on that mouth!" said Han Yun and straddled the back seat of the bicycle with ease, "Just at your words, brother, I decided to encourage all the boys in the class to vote for you, and strive to put you on the vice president throne." You're going to have to cover your brother a little bit!"

"Eh, eh, eh, what are you talking about?!" Jiang Shuiyuan almost hit his bicycle into a tree, "Shouldn't the results of the student council election be out this Monday? Why has it been delayed until now?"

Han Yun said angrily: "Isn't it because someone went to Shanghai to participate in the competition and was absent from the election? As a result, all the girls in the school were enthusiastic and unanimously demanded that the election be postponed until someone returned, otherwise they would strike collectively." In the end, I got to the principal, and I reluctantly agreed to postpone your return until this Friday. Think about it, the girls in the whole school are petitioning for you, so you kid is secretly having fun!"

If it weren't for riding a bicycle, I would have been crying bitterly with my hands over my face! Jiang Shuiyuan was depressed: I had gone out to hide for so many days, why didn't you let me go?

Jiang Shuiyuan asked wistfully: "The girls are opposed, do the other candidates just sit idly by?"

Han Yun said: "What else can they do but sit back and watch? Since they learned that you could not come back to run for election, the girls have been looking for the other six candidates one by one, some of them persuaded them to compete fairly, some of them threatened them to wait for you to come back, and some of them threatened to smash the field if they did not wait for you to come back and the election...... In short, there are many ways to do it. It is said that Pu Xiaoxiang also interviewed those candidates separately on this issue. In this case, what better can they do than wait for you to come back?"

Jiang Shuiyuan held his forehead with his hand and said for a long time: "They are all our first-year girls, right?"

Han Yun shook his head: "No, there are our freshmen in high school, as well as sophomores and juniors, and it is said that there are junior high school girls from other schools who directly break into their classrooms and say cruel words, that's called a domineering!"

Needless to say, it must be Wu Yangzhen, who is in the advanced stage of middle and second disease!

"Am I now the public enemy of the boys in the school?" Jiang Shuiyuan asked tentatively.

"Shouldn't it be?" Han Yun's tone was very uncertain, "At least I'm not!" But I advise you not to take the black road when you come home from school at night recently, if you must take the black road, remember to bring a few more people, I am worried that someone will slap bricks, knock on stuffy sticks, and fight black fists from behind. ”

......" Jiang Shuiyuan felt that his future life path had turned into a gloomy one, but he still had a few questions to ask: "The election was forcibly postponed because of me, and several other candidates were very dissatisfied with me, and I was also the public enemy of all the boys in the school, so I shouldn't have much hope of being elected, right?"

First of all, the girls who occupy one-third of the school are your most stable vote base, and you are invincible for this alone. Coupled with the support of all the boys in the first year of high school, it is appropriate to get more than half of the votes of the whole school. According to the results of previous elections, the vice president is elected with a high vote if he gets one-third of the votes of the whole school, and there is absolutely no problem with someone like you who gets half of the votes!"

"Why do all the boys in the first year of high school support me?"

"Nonsense! Except for you, everyone else is a sophomore in high school, who else can we support if we don't support you?"

"Okay," Jiang Shuiyuan then asked another question, "I heard that when you participate in the student union election, in addition to the first selection and registration, the next step is to print posters, make leaflets, announce the campaign platform, give speeches and canvass for votes. And I'm not in school these days, and I haven't commissioned anyone else to preside over these things, so how do people know that I'm running? It can't be by word of mouth, right?"

"Didn't entrust anyone else?" Han Yun shook in the back seat, obviously surprised, "How is it possible! Among all the candidates, the one with the best poster design, the largest production, and the best position is yours, okay? And all the teachers and students in the school, who hasn't received your campaign flyer?"

"Ah!!" (To be continued......