The sky is high and cool, and the autumn breeze is slightly cool.

The autumn sun seems to be far away from people, as if it is farther away than the winter sun.

No, it's winter today, it's winter.

It's a messy season, with yellow leaves all over the ground and people dressed in messy clothes. Some people wore only a thin shirt, others wore sweaters, and even those who were more afraid of the cold already wore heavy trench coats.

One is like summer and the other is like autumn, and this lyric probably refers to the people of this season.

One more sentence should be added after the lyrics, there is one more like winter.

The north wind was a little sluggish, but the people gathered in the tenth middle school did not feel cold at all, because there were so many people here.

Students from all over the school, passers-by from outside the school who came to see the excitement, reporters who came to collect gossip, and the team of the Creek City Writers' Association.

Most of these people gathered in the playground of the tenth middle school, and only a few people, including the Xicheng Writers' Association team, were invited into a spacious lecture hall.

The content of the competition is creation, so it is impossible to do it outdoors. As a result, the vast majority of people who want to watch the excitement can only be helplessly blocked from the door.

The reporters were lucky that the principal of No. 10 Middle School had a place for them in the lecture hall.

At the front of the lecture hall stood two groups of people. One group is the team of the Xicheng Writers Association, and the other group has only one person, which is Lu Pingfan.

And in the middle of these two groups is the principal of Xicheng No. 10 Middle School.

In this game, the principal will be the host.

According to Zhu Ce, it is their Xicheng Association that is generous, and they are not worried that the principal will use the position of host to favor Lu Pingfan.

Lu Pingfan is also simply, since Zhu Ce is willing to take advantage of this little advantage in public opinion, he directly handed over the right to judge the final competition works to the majority of netizens, and none of us should take advantage of it.

As soon as his decision was revealed, it was immediately supported by the audience and the majority of netizens in front of the computer.

As for why netizens are so well-informed, it is because there are reporters present, and there are also several well-known Internet anchors in Xicheng, who have occupied several good positions on the scene, and are broadcasting the game live in their own live broadcast room.

It can be said that after this competition, no matter what happens to Lu Pingfan and Xicheng Writers' Association in the eyes of ordinary people, at least on the Internet, they are completely popular.

However, Lu Pingfan has little interest in becoming an Internet celebrity.

The principal looked at the time, and it was almost ten o'clock as agreed, so he asked Candle Ce, "Is there anything else you need to explain?"

Candle Ce shook his head calmly, full of force.

Lu Pingfan raised his hand unceremoniously and asked, "Style, it's not limited, right?"

The principal cast an inquiring glance at Zhu Ce, and Zhu Ce still said forcefully: "Literati should develop in an all-round way, and there is naturally no restriction on literary style. ”

"Then you can choose a topic. The headmaster asked.

Candle Ce was silent again, just nodded.

Then, the principal instructed the students who had been arranged in advance to turn on the big screen in front of the classroom, and on the big screen was the official Weibo of Xicheng No. 10 Middle School.

Hesitating about this ghostwriting incident, the official Weibo of Xicheng No. 10 Middle School, which was originally unknown, suddenly became an Internet celebrity Weibo, and the number of fans is now as high as more than 3 million.

According to what was agreed in advance, in order to prevent cheating, the topic should be decided from the comments of Weibo fans.

By playing the Weibo interface to everyone on a large screen like this, it will be easier to avoid cheating.

So no one denied the principal's behavior, including the team of the Xicheng Writers Association.

As the Weibo picture on the big screen gradually became clear, everyone was slightly stunned. Originally, everyone thought that the themes provided by netizens would be varied and strange. Who knows, at a glance, among the tens of thousands of messages under Weibo, most of them only wrote two words, ghostwriting.

In other words, the vast majority of netizens believe that the creation of this competition should be ghostwritten.

In fact, it's right to think about it, because of ghostwriting, the theme is ghostwriting, which is more in line with the event itself.

Then, the principal announced: "If both sides have no opinion, this creation will be based on the theme of the ghostwriting incident itself, with a self-proposed title, no restriction on style, and an hour of creative time." ”

Hearing the principal's announcement, everyone was slightly stunned, the students on the scene were fine, but some people standing on the side of the Xicheng Writers Association couldn't sit still.

Someone shouted: "The topic is self-designed, the style is not limited, the creation time is one hour, what about you as a school exam? This rule is obviously beneficial to Lu Pingfan!"

"It's just that the exam is too familiar to the students, and it's not fair to the candle at all. ”

"Protest, the principal of the tenth middle school is shameless and partial. ”

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The principal didn't expect someone to seize this point to make trouble, so he could only say helplessly: "Since everyone thinks that one hour is not enough, then let both sides play freely, and it must be completed before dark, this is always okay, right?"

When the people who supported the Xicheng Writers Association heard this, they nodded in agreement.

Candle Ce, who was originally secretly nervous, also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone doesn't know that the reason why the comments below the Weibo of the Ten Middle School are so consistent is the result of Candle Ce inviting the water army to swipe the screen.

In other words, the theme of this competition is controlled by him.

He has always been good at writing this kind of gossip and conflicting articles, so he simply asked the water army to help determine the theme as the ghostwriting event itself, so that it was easier for him to play out.

Moreover, before the competition, he had already typed the abdominal draft, as long as the content of the abdominal draft was written out after some typing at the time of the competition.

It can be said that he has made complete preparations for this match, and he is determined to win.

The hour the principal had just said was very urgent for him, and although he had been prepared for it, it was really not enough due to the length of the article.

Thankfully, his supporters helped buy him more time to make it easy for him to face the match.

Now that everything is in place, all that's left is to write the article and win the competition.

With great confidence, Zhu Ce sat in his seat and took the initiative to speak for the first time: "Mr. Principal, you can announce the beginning." ”

The principal immediately announced: "The game is on!"

Seeing that his voice fell, Candle Ce immediately picked up the pen and wrote, as if he didn't need to think, the creative process was very smooth, and the audience was dumbfounded.

Those online anchors who were live broadcast were even more surprised, and said to the audience in their live broadcast room: "He is worthy of being a famous writer, and his writing is so smooth, if it weren't for the on-site topic selection, I would have thought he had prepared it in advance." ”

Many journalists have also sent back messages to the news agencies where they work.

It's just a boring writing process, but the people watching are more and more excited.

In the whole scene, there was only one person who was incompatible with everyone's excitement, and he was Lu Pingfan.

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