"Why doesn't that Lu Pingfan use his pen?"

Someone noticed Lu Pingfan.

When Zhu Ce was working hard to write, he was leisurely drinking tea in his seat, using the old man's thermos cup, and the tea brewed in it was brown, which was very cheap at first glance. What's more, he also added some wolfberries to it, like a middle-aged uncle who is ready to maintain his health!

"What's the situation? can't he write?" someone asked suddenly.

"I can't write it, pretending to delay time. ”

"I said he was looking for a ghostwriter, and someone helped him clear his name. ”

"This school is also brainless, and it actually supports him so much, I see how the principal stepped down. ”

"Look at him, and then look at Candle Ce, it's a world of difference. ”

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If it weren't for the fear of disturbing Lu Pingfan's train of thought, he might have gone to Lu Pingfan to ask questions by now.

"Or what is Lu Pingfan brewing?" the headmaster could only comfort himself like this.

Lu Pingfan continued to drink his tea leisurely, without the slightest intention of writing, if it weren't for the confident expression on his face, I'm afraid everyone would really think that he had abstained.

At this time, the most regretful ones are the supporters of Candle Strategy. The time for the game will be so abundant, it is all thanks to them, if it wasn't for their shouting, the principal of the tenth middle school would not have extended the time until before dark.

Now it seems that this extended time has made Lu Pingfan a wedding dress, and it has disgusted the supporters of Candle Strategy.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have had so much time. ”

"I originally thought that Lu Pingfan would come if he could pick up the pen, who knew that he would have to brew for so long. ”

"I think the principal of No. 10 Middle School deliberately shook us for an hour, and he did it so that we took the initiative to open our mouths to buy time for Lu Pingfan. ”

"I didn't expect the principal of the tenth middle school to be so scheming. ”

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In the live audience, those anchors who were live broadcast also began to explain the audience in their live broadcast room. He explained the situation to the audience and expressed his opinions.

An anchor put it this way: "The writing process of writer Zhu Ce is very smooth, and it is obvious that he has a good idea. This should be everyone's demeanor, article creation, just pick up the pen.

Looking at Lu Pingfan's side again, he still hasn't written a word, and he must be hesitant and don't know how to write. Just like reviewing and writing essays during exams, from this point of view, he is really just a student.

There should be no suspense in this game, and I support Candle Ce. ”

Some anchors even launched a guessing activity directly in the live broadcast room: "I am now opening a round of guessing in the live broadcast room, and everyone can vote with a small gift and choose the side they support."

After the results of the game are out, the team that guesses correctly can receive a cash red envelope of 1,000 yuan from me. If you want to bet, hurry up and place a bet, and when one of them finishes the work, I will stop betting. ”

As his voice fell, the audience in the live broadcast room swiped the gifts, no matter what the final result was, anyway, the anchor had already made a lot of money.

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The sun in the sky gradually rose to its highest, and then began to set slowly.

Before you know it, more than two hours have passed.

Looking at the state of Candle Ce, it is obvious that the work is nearing its end. For more than two hours, he didn't keep writing hard, and there were pauses and thoughts in between. So even after two hours, his article wasn't too long.

It's a game after all, and he knows better than anyone that too long an article doesn't have any advantage for the game.

The more concise the competition article, the better, especially when the audience and netizens are the judges, the refinement of the article is even more important.

Candle Ce had been writing for so long, and had revised it a few times during that time, and it was only now that he finally smiled with satisfaction and was ready to wrap up the article.

Baskets and baskets are all in the end, and many originally good articles are buried because they don't know how to end them.

Therefore, the end of this article has to be polished more finely.

Candle Ce really can't lose, and can't afford to lose.

On the other hand, on Lu Pingfan's side, more than two hours, nearly three hours have passed, and he still hasn't started writing.

He drank a whole cup of tea and went to the toilet a few times in between.

The embarrassing thing is that in order to prevent him from cheating, he is not allowed to bring his mobile phone when he goes to the toilet, and he has to be accompanied by someone from Xicheng Writers' Association. Such a degree of rigor is comparable to the college entrance examination, if it weren't for Lu Pingfan's strong psychological endurance, he would really not be able to persevere.

After he finished going to the toilet and returned to his seat, he kept looking at Zhu Ce, with a faint arc hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a play.

At this point, everyone thought that Lu Pingfan had given up completely.

Although it was still a long time before dark, there was not that much time left for him.

It is not the professional judges who give the ratings, but the audience and netizens on the Internet.

The biggest characteristic of these people is that they will be swayed by subjective feelings, and if a person leaves a bad impression on them, no matter how good the article is, it is useless.

Now Lu Pingfan has not moved his pen, if he waits for Candle Ce to finish writing before he starts to write, and delays the time until dark, everyone will be dissatisfied with him, and at that time, even Wen Sheng's reincarnation will not be able to save him.

Therefore, seeing that Lu Pingfan has not written a word until now, everyone thinks that he has completely given up.

Candle Ce, who is preparing to finish, is also becoming more and more confident, and his movements are becoming more and more fluid, and it is not an exaggeration to describe him as a god in the pen.

He has never been in such a good form, and he firmly believes that his article will not only win the competition, but will also be remembered by the world as a classic.

This competition will be a stepping stone for him and help his reputation soar.

And Lu Pingfan and Xicheng No. 10 Middle School, let's honestly be the victims of his fame!

Finally, after three hours of play, Candle stopped writing.

Everyone at the scene held their breath and there was silence.

Only Zhu Ce opened his mouth, "Mr. Principal, I have finished writing my article, I can let everyone comment first, so that it can save some time." ”

Who knows, at this time, Lu Pingfan suddenly stood up from his seat, strode to the podium, picked up the chalk, and began to write hard in front of everyone.

When everyone was amazed at his movements, he simply wrote two lines on the blackboard.

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Finally, I put pen to paper, "Bamboo and Stone".