“…… Not long after Mr. Tang and I sat down, and before we had even ordered the food, we heard a table next door discussing, saying that my article "On Revolution/Life" that was selected and published in the magazine "Sprout" was plagiarized and ghostwritten, and that I was a 17-year-old high school student, so how could I have the ability to write that kind of essay? It was completely deception and deception to the world! He also said that when it came to the semi-finals, I would show my original form and see how I looked after my ugliness was revealed! And he said that Sifang Middle School was a collapsed (local) school? Why have I never heard of it? This kind of school will produce this kind of talent?... … You see, what are these people talking about? It stinks, and how harmful it is to people? Although our Sifang Middle School is not as famous as Beijing No. 4 Middle School and the High School Affiliated to the National People's Congress, at least in Sichuan, it is still a provincial key middle school!

Teacher Tang was very angry on the spot, and immediately wanted to find these few students who had no evidence and opened their mouths to talk nonsense...... "Wang Bo, who was speaking with a microphone, was like talking about cross talk in a commentary, and his hands were dancing, as if he had written YY in his previous life to lose the reader's appetite, with ups and downs, and the suspense was fully buried. He didn't say anything Mandarin either, and when he opened his mouth, he was speaking in a square language:

“…… Out of the examination room, I roughly memorized my semi-final essay "Speaking of the People/Lord" to Mr. Tang, who was very happy and said that the first prize of this competition was basically stable. I feel quite satisfied myself, and when I write it, it is like a spring of thought, like flowing water. Then, I discussed with Mr. Tang and said that in the evening, I would add two dishes and two bottles of local beer from Shanghai to celebrate. As a result, not long after the joy, some staff members of the organizing committee called me to cut up, saying that the people from the jury were looking for me. I thought that the jury had read my article in advance and called me to congratulate me and give me flowers and applause.

“…… In the face of the unexplained difficulties of the jury, I originally wanted to leave with my sleeves up, but I was too lazy to serve. But then I thought, "Isn't this a confirmation of the fact that I am weak and afraid to fight?" Then, won't these people, together with those news media who don't know the truth, unscrupulously spray feces and detain at me and even at my alma mater in the future? The homeroom teachers who stayed in the four directions, Mr. Xiao, Principal Huang, Director Li and Director Zhou of the Education Bureau, and countless other students, teachers, and leaders who had ardent hopes for me, and expected me to win glory for my alma mater and add color to the people of my hometown, what should they do? They will definitely understand me and stand with me, but in the end, I am afraid that I will still be a little disappointed and unwilling, right? I am not reconciled! Therefore, at that time, I thought about it, thought about it, endured it and endured it, and finally decided to temporarily discourage, but I thought with great resentment:

"Don't you people just want to see my jokes? Aren't you just deceiving me that there is no one in the fourth middle school? If you don't have three thirds, how can you dare to go up to Liangshan; people fight for a breath and Buddha fight for a stick of incense! Since I, Wang Bo Wang Zi'an, dare to go all the way to Shanghai to participate in the competition, I am not here to see the world of flowers and flowers in Shanghai! I am not here to visit and then return home empty-handed! I will not leave without winning glory for my alma mater and the people of the Quartet, and without justifying my own name! If you want to test me, if you want to see if I am real gold, if I have real skills, then come to the test! Come and see!!Let the storm come more violently!! my Prince Wang Bo will take all the orders safely, and all will be next!!!"

A thunderous burst of applause rang out continuously, mixed with countless screams and cheers! At least a minute or two took before it slowly subsided. Wang Bo, who was holding the microphone, began to perform well again:

“…… With an incomparably sad and indignant, incomparably heroic, as if a martyr had been inaugurated in a righteous mood, I was furious and finished writing the article "To Be Freedom" as quickly as possible, and I did not greet the group of judges who were around me and supervised me like prisoners, threw my pen and left. When I walked downstairs, I saw Mr. Tang, a weak woman, surrounded by a large group of people, and she was extremely pale to protest and defend for me. These four affirmations state that if you have seen the interview that Sifang did with me, you probably know what is going on, so I won't say much, and then put the ...... behind."

"Papapa-" There was another continuous, earth-shattering applause. Tang Suzhen was also clapping her hands violently, and her eyes were red. Wang Bo's simple and plain words once again pulled her into the competition a year ago, which made her immersive and moved. Only then did she realize that the four statements made by Wang Bo were completely for her!

"This stupid boy, why is he so impulsive, so stupid!" Tang Suzhen, who was excited and red-eyed, stared at the one on the stage who did not play according to the rules, and at first made her and the teachers and students in the audience laugh, like Li Baiqing (a well-known storyteller in Sichuan in the 90s, or according to the current words 'talk show artist', the word 'fake hit' was invented by him) said that the student who commented on the story, for a while, the imagination was overwhelming, and he was inexplicably moved.

“…… The final result, now everyone knows, the organizing committee made an exception and sent me a grand prize, last year and this year, the only one in two years. The first prize winners, the three groups of ABC, add up to more than 20 every year. It can be regarded as unprecedented. As for whether there will be anyone coming later, even if there is, I think it will be very difficult. At that time, I also turned my grief and anger into strength, thinking that the countless classmates, teachers, leaders, and thousands of fellow villagers from all over the world standing behind me as spiritual support and endless spiritual motivation were able to play beyond the level and limit. After writing "To Be Free", my whole thought, all my talents, felt like they had been drained at this year's New Concept Essay Contest. I don't think I'll be able to write articles like "On Revolution/Life", "Speaking of the People/Lord" and "Wanting Freedom" in the future.

"When I made a statement, I said that I would not accept any awards from the organizing committee, and I was prepared to persevere to the end. Later, Mr. Zhao Changtian, the editor-in-chief of "Sprout", on behalf of the organizing committee and the jury, apologized to me in front of the media, saying that their approach was really improper and inconsiderate, and that the news channel of Modu TV broadcast it. Since everyone is like this, I chatter and entangle endlessly, and it seems too small and has no room for people, so even if I ate my words once, I still took back the special prize that I didn't really want to receive. Uh, this, you all understand?"

"Understand-" The thousands of teachers and students in the audience shouted in unison, followed by good-natured laughter.

"Okay, the whole process of the second 'China Cup New Concept Essay Competition' that I participated in with Mr. Tang, as well as my thoughts and mental journeys during this period, is basically like this.

"Here, I would like to thank my instructor, Ms. Tang Suzhen Tang. If it weren't for Mr. Tang asking me to sign up, he cut out the registration form for me, and then personally checked a lot of information for me before and during the competition, prepared countless possible exam questions, supervised me again and again, and pulled me back from the precipice of playfulness, and I wouldn't have had the opportunity to stand here and share my honor with everyone. Teacher Tang, you have worked hard!" As he spoke, Wang Bo bowed deeply in the direction where Tang Suzhen was sitting.

Thunderous applause resumed. This time, Tang Suzhen burst into tears directly, and a female teacher sitting next to her saw it, and immediately took out a chapter of soft paper and handed it over.

"Secondly, I would also like to thank my homeroom teacher, Mr. Xiao Jinsong, Mr. Huang, Principal Huang, Director Li and Director Zhou of the Education Bureau, and all other students and teachers who care about me and help me. Thank you!" Then Wang Bo bowed to the group of leaders in front of the rostrum.

"Finally, I want to say that although I won a special prize this time, this award does not belong to me alone, but to the entire second and seventh classes of high school, the entire class of 2001, and all the teachers and students of the fourth middle school. I will dedicate this certificate of honor to my alma mater, Sifang Middle School. May my alma mater flourish day by day, and from now on, there will be more outstanding students like me who will add glory to my alma mater. As he spoke, Wang Bo mentioned the black plastic bag that he was still under the microphone stand before he went on stage, and no one knew what it contained, opened it, took out a red notebook, held it in both hands, got off the stage, walked to Principal Huang Zhihua, bowed respectfully, and then said with a smile, "Principal Huang, please accept a piece of the student's heart." But I thought: I'm so good, if I accidentally commit any school rules and disciplines that are not suitable for the main theme of the times in the future, Lao Huang, you have to turn a blind eye and show mercy!

Huang Zhihua didn't know that Wang Bo would come with him, and he was a little blindsided, until Liu Jian, the vice principal next to him, leaned on him with his elbow, Huang Zhihua reacted, took the honorary certificate from Wang Bo's hand, turned around, and lit up the thousands of teachers and students behind him. (To be continued.) )