Ruthless, hard, hard-working, sweaty begging for monthly passes, asking for recommendation tickets......

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Just when Wang Bo thought that he could breathe a sigh of relief and take advantage of the past few days before the Chinese New Year to start writing his "The Wandering Earth", a novella that has been praised to the outside world, he didn't want to, the people who disturbed him came again, and there were two groups, one was a reporter from "Deshi Daily", and the other was a reporter from "Sichuan Provincial Daily", who came from different ways, but the purpose was the same, they all said that they wanted to interview him, an outstanding student who won glory and added color to Deshi/Sichuan Province.

Although Wang Bo was already a little annoyed by the interview with the newspaper reporter, and he didn't really want to fry his old rice that had been fried several times, he couldn't shirk the interview with the people in his hometown, so in order to waste less lip service, he called the two groups of people together, and asked them to ask if they had any questions.

The journalists' concerns are similar, summed up in three words: his past, present and future. Wang Bo answered them one by one, and the two groups of reporters also recorded them one by one, and then took separate photos -- holding his honorary certificate of honor for the special prize of the "New Concept Essay Contest" -- and took a group photo, which ended two hours later.

Of course, in the course of the interview, like countless previous interviews, Wang Bo naturally mentioned again the novels he had written and was writing. This kind of advertising that doesn't require money is not in vain.

Two groups of reporters were sent away, and the time was noon.

Wang Bo rode his bicycle to the rice noodle shop for lunch.

When eating, I found that the state of the employees today is not the same as usual, all of them are beaming, full of energy, walking with the wind, Wang Bo is still a little unclear, until he went to the back kitchen to let his aunt cook for himself, rice noodles for lunch, in the kitchen busy aunt and second aunt pulled him with a happy face, curious to ask him about the details of the year-end bonus, he only understood the reason for the wind on the soles of the employees' feet today.

Surprises are only called surprises before they are revealed, and they are not called surprises when they are revealed in advance. Regarding the inquiry of the two aunts, Wang Bo smiled and did not answer, not to say, but to say that this year's year-end bonus will be quite generous, and he promises not to disappoint everyone. Although Xie Mingfang and Chao Zhonghui were eager to pry open their nephew's iron mouth with the bamboo fence with rice noodles in their hands, Wang Bo didn't say it, and they had no choice but to secretly guess what kind of guarantee method the "guarantee will not disappoint everyone" in their nephew's mouth.

After lunch, Wang Bo rode back home and was ready to start doing his business, which was to write novels. As soon as he spread out the notebook, he suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten, Wang Bo immediately slapped his forehead, hurriedly picked up the notebook on the table, stuffed it into a paper bag with a ballpoint pen for writing, went out, rode a bicycle, and rode towards the county library without turning around. While riding, Wang Bo prayed in his heart:

Aunt Cheng, Aunt Cheng, you must be in the library today!

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The library is a clear water yamen, and even if the Chinese New Year is approaching, there is not much to do. Cheng Wenjin held a meeting chaired by the curator Liu Zhiji in the morning, listened to Liu Zhiji's "strategic" summary of the past, carried forward the past and forged ahead into the future, and listened to it drowsy.

"Assistant Cheng, do you have anything to add?" Liu Zhiji finished speaking, looking at Cheng Wenjin with a smile like Maitreya Buddha, with undisguised intoxication in his small eyes narrowed into a slit. This look made Cheng Wenjin feel like a mang's back, goosebumps all over his body, and hurriedly said, "I have nothing to add." ”

"Hehe, Assistant Cheng is polite. The level of Assistant Cheng's speech is obvious to all, but it is a pity that ink is like gold, and it is rare to give advice. Liu Zhiji smiled, closed his notebook, and prepared to end the meeting. "So be it. Tomorrow night's group meeting, everyone will have to attend the meeting, and they must not be absent! Several leaders of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, including some leaders of the municipal party committee and government, will also come. ”

Cheng Wenjin took his notebook and was about to go back to the office, but as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Wang Bo standing at the door of his office, probing his brain. Cheng Wenjin walked up quietly and coughed lightly.

Wang Bo saw that Cheng Wenjin's office was empty, and he was still a little disappointed, but when he saw that the door of the other party's office was open, it didn't look like he hadn't come to work, so he planned to go to the reading room to write a novel for a while, and then come down to find the other party after a while. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard two slight coughs behind him, and at the same time, a refreshing aroma penetrated his nose. Just by virtue of this familiar and pleasant aroma, Wang Bo knew who was coming.

"Ah, Aunt Cheng—you...... Did you go out just now?" Wang Bo turned around, with surprise on his face.

"Just a meeting. Come in and sit down. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of boiling water. Cheng Wenjin smiled brightly, walked into the office, and walked towards the water dispenser.

"Thank you, Aunt Cheng. Wang Bo walked in with him, sat down in the hospitality chair in front of Cheng Wenjin's desk, and put the paper bag he was carrying on the table.

"I heard Xiaoya say that you won the special prize awarded by the organizing committee in this year's 'New Concept Essay Competition', congratulations, Wang Bo. Cheng Wenjin handed the paper cup with boiling water to Wang Bo and congratulated him with a smile.

When she got off work last night, she listened to her daughter talk about being asked by the school to stay on campus when she got the notice and cooperated with the Sifang TV station to shoot it, and she was immediately interested and immediately inquired about what was going on. Liang Ya said that a student from their school who went to Shanghai to participate in the 'New Concept Essay Event' won the special prize, and Sifang TV wanted to do a character interview with the student, and needed to shoot some background materials. Liang Ya didn't say her name, but Cheng Wenjin knew about Wang Bo going to participate in the semi-finals, and immediately understood that the classmate in her daughter's mouth should be Wang Bo. Cheng Wenjin was quite surprised at the time, but thinking about it, since that little ghost can write an extremely excellent novel like "The Country Teacher", it is very possible to shine in the semi-finals and become a blockbuster. At that time, she glanced at her very happy daughter, and the two of them smiled brightly, secretly happy for Wang Bo.

It's just that the husband at that time was very disdainful, and said a few words of the Yin Tan with great disdain, saying that he was not just a little broken child who could write some articles? Sifang Middle School made such a big fanfare that he let all the teachers and students of the school accompany the prince to study, and it was considered to be exhaustive in order to make stars! It was enough! I don't know that I had stuffed a lot of money into the director of the Sifang TV station.

"I've won the prize, Aunt Cheng! I'm just lucky!" Wang Bo touched the back of his head, his heart was proud, and his mouth was modest.

"It's not luck, it's your strength! What did you write about the rematch? I can't wait to see the next installment of Sprout. By the way, the next issue of "Sprout" will publish your article on the semi-finals, right?" Cheng Wenjin said.

"It should be, Aunt Cheng. In addition to the rematch, the organizers also got me a play-off. The title of the semi-final essay is "Speaking of the People/Lord", and the over-match essay is "To be Freedom". The two articles are the same as the articles in the preliminary round, they are all essays of a political nature...... "Wang Bo wanted to let his mother-in-law see his ability, how he "passed five levels, cut six generals, punched the organizer, kicked the jury, and forced the other party to kneel" style, so he did not hesitate to tell his experience one by one. His experience of participating in the magic capital this time is itself more dramatic, and Wang Bo is a storyteller, this experience is naturally worthy of him by him, and the high/tide is repeated, and Cheng Wenjin's beautiful eyes are flashing, and he is colorful, as if he is there in person.

"This organizer is a bit excessive!" When Wang Bo finally finished speaking, Cheng Wenjin, who had completely brought himself into the story situation created by Wang Bo, gritted his silver teeth and spit out a sentence of hatred with the enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that the editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief of "Sprout" personally came to apologize, and the 'four statements' I said in front of the media, I would have really carried them out to the end. Wang Bo's face was also indignant.

"By the way, Xiao Bo, did you really reject the teacher of the Tsinghua Admissions Office of Peking University?" After the anger, Cheng Wenjin suddenly thought of what Wang Bo had just said about his refusal to host the university to throw an olive branch to him, and immediately became concerned.

"Refused. They all rushed to ask me, but they only let me choose any choice in the Chinese department, and I didn't want to study the Chinese department - what can I learn in the Chinese department? It's not interesting, I'll take the exam myself next year. Wang Bo shook his head and said nonchalantly.

Cheng Wenjin already knew from his daughter's mouth that Wang Bo won the top prize in Germany City with an unprecedented super high score in the final exam this time, and understood that with the other party's results, all universities and departments in China, except for art academies, would open their doors to him. Although she thinks so, she still feels a little pity and regret for Wang Bo not blinking and refusing to recruit more than a dozen famous universities without leaving any way back for herself, because after all, it is Peking University and Tsinghua University, which countless students and parents dream of, the two highest universities in China, but the other party abandoned them like a piece of, thinking about it, it is really incredible.

"Maybe that's what makes this little guy special. The genius-like thoughts, the wanton talents, what ordinary people care about, in his eyes, are nothing more than Erer, easy to get, not worth mentioning!" Listening to Wang Bo's gently fluttering, indifferent words of rejection, she already knew Wang Bo very well, she didn't feel that the other party was arrogant and arrogant at all, and some, just admiration and appreciation. (To be continued.) )