Add...... Additional tests?

Or now?

If it is said that martial arts consumes physical strength, then writing articles must consume mental power.

Jiang Ming dared to ask for an additional test after he had already written one?

How confident is that?

Professor Chen was a little stunned, and he repeated: "Now...... Just take another test?"

Jiang Ming nodded: "Yes." For the question three days later, Senior Hu can also say that I bought the question in advance, so it is better to take the test now. Professor, let's get the question. ”

Jiang Ming stretched out his sleeves and walked calmly towards the place where he was sitting just now.

That bearing stunned everyone in the auditorium.

They can't learn this free and easy posture in their lives, right?

You question? Yes, I'll fight on the spot!

Professor Chen looked at a group of judges and discussed.

The editor-in-chief of "Zhiya" looked at Jiang Ming with a smile and said: "Classmate Jiang, since you want to take another test, let's take an additional test, but this time we won't have a question, there is no limit to the number of topics, topics, and words." There is only one requirement...... It's not too different from the level of your "I Have a Dream" just now. ”

Jiang Ming heard the exclamations of the people present.

Everyone knows the level of the speech just now, and the appeal is not comparable to ordinary people.

A boy sighed: "Aren't these professors too ruthless? Isn't the inspiration for the article just a matter of what it is...... I don't think he can write an article like "I Have a Dream" just now, right?"

"It doesn't matter whether Jiang Ming prepared the manuscript in advance or not, just because he just asked for a direct test, he is my idol! I dare to say that there are few people on the scene who dare to ask directly. ”

A boy from the Chinese department clapped his hands and said, "This is the integrity of a literati!" Jiang Ming, good example, senior supports you!"

Professor Chen personally stepped forward to hand out a new composition paper to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming took the pen and thought deeply, what to write this time?

There is no topic, but it is more difficult.

If it is to be comparable to the article just now, it must have profound ideological content......

Jiang Ming glanced at Hu Qinghe, whose face was still not good, he suddenly thought of something, and directly picked up the pen and wrote a title on the composition paper - "Rashomon".

As soon as the question fell, Jiang Ming's writing speed became faster.

"I'll go, is he a robot? This is too fast, isn't he? Mom, doesn't he have to think about it?"

"When I was rushing to do my homework in high school, if I had this speed, I wouldn't have been scolded to death by my homeroom teacher......

A somewhat obscene man couldn't help but say, "He'...... His hand speed, isn't it too much?"

Professor Chen and the others were stupid, they thought he should think about it for a while, but it turned out that this guy's idea took less than five minutes, and he came to the pen!

Originally, this final had ended, but the number of people who left the scene was pitiful, and everyone stared at Jiang Ming deadly.

They wanted to see what Jiang Ming could write.

"Although...... He's writing fast now, but there shouldn't be a last, right?"

"Even if it's not as good as the previous one, he's still my idol. That's awesome, isn't it?"

Jiang Ming wrote quickly, and after more than half an hour had passed, he shook his hand and said, "It's okay." ”

A single word broke the silence of the entire auditorium.

A group of people seemed to have just woken up from their dreams.

Professor Chen swallowed his saliva and said, "Jiang ...... Mr. Jiang, are you sure you don't need to check again?

Jiang Ming closed the gel pen: "Either I don't write, or I won't be wrong." ”

Everyone in the auditorium had different expressions.

Nima, this is also confident, right?

Jiang Ming didn't look at it, so he handed over the composition paper in his hand.

A group of professors leaned up to take a look, and they were all shocked.

"It's ...... Let's not talk about the content of the article, just this word, he can be grabbed by the group of people in the Calligraphy Association. ”

When writing "I Have a Dream", Jiang Ming used regular script. However, this time, the line of grass used directly was much faster.

Professor Chen looked at the composition paper without any alterations and sighed, "I can't do this calligraphy." ”

The student who read this essay this time is Guo Mengchen, who majored in broadcasting and hosting at Zhongzhou University.

"On this day, heavy rain poured down, and it ...... under the Rashomon Gate in the south of Heiankyo" [Note: quote]

Everyone was a little surprised. The style of writing has changed drastically, and it is too different from the passionate speech just now, right?

And, Heiankyo? Isn't that from an island country?

The further back you listen, the more you know. This is really the background of the island nation of Heiankyo!

I'll go, what did Jiang Ming write?

The article is only a few thousand words, and it has been calm, calm. All the testimonies of woodcutters, robbers, dead wives, and witches?

Guo Mengchen calmly read Jiang Ming's article, and the people in the auditorium were a little disappointed.

"Inspiration really didn't come out of nowhere, and this article is too bland, right? ”

"This article is so much worse than "I Have a Dream" just now, I don't understand what it means. ”

"Hey, I was going on a date with my girlfriend just now. In order to see Jiang Xueshen pretending to be forced, he deliberately pushed it, and was scolded by my girlfriend. Well, now that I knew I should have gone on a date. A male college student complained in a low voice that he had regretted that his bowels were blue.

However, Jiang Ming sat very calmly, unmoved.

"It's strange how these people have different testimonies?, who killed the samurai?" muttered a girl who listened attentively.

The article was read quickly, and everyone in the auditorium ...... Unmoved.

Jiang Ming, planted.

That's the thought that comes to everyone's mind.

The judges' cheeks flushed.

Didn't Jiang Ming write about the scene that happened just now?

Hu Qinghe has his own rhetoric, Jiang Ming has his own rhetoric, and even others have it!

Who knew that the editor-in-chief of "Zhiya" stood up directly and applauded: "Classmate Jiang, the writing is really good! Human nature is indeed a very broad proposition. ”

Yes?

The people in the auditorium were dumbfounded.

Is this okay?

Professor Chen reminisced, and also stood up and said, "Classmate Jiang, I retract what I doubted you before. The idea of this article is too good, and it is a lie fabricated for its own benefit, which is not a true reflection of the current case! I apologize here for the suspicion that I have just raised against you. ”

Ahh

Wen Jinshi spat out a few words: "Real, hell on earth." ”

"This article has a deeper ideological connotation than "I Have a Dream" just now. Mr. Jiang, your thinking and literary level make it impossible for us to doubt it. Mu Hua of Tiannan University stood up and said.

Everyone froze.

What the?

A group of bigwigs and professors all praised Jiang Ming, and called Jiang Ming a ...... Teacher?

You must know that the person who spoke was a professor at Tiannan University!

Damn, everyone thinks they don't have enough brains.

Hu Qinghe completely softened in his seat, and his face was completely pale.

If the speech just now is impassioned, then this article is a deep reflection of human nature. He...... Not comparable!

Even Leng Tianlei opened his mouth and didn't speak.

Professor Chen often exhaled and said, "Mr. Jiang, please allow me to re-award the first place certificate for you." This certificate is well deserved for you!"

It's okay for a person to brag, but a group of professors and bigwigs all say that they write well?

That must be well written!

Suddenly, the entire auditorium burst into applause.

The student who had just said that he had written garbage immediately changed his tone.

"It's so well written, it's a reflection of human nature, isn't it?"

"Witness the birth of the big guy. ”

Jiang Ming, who was standing on the stage, was radiant and seemed to be wearing sunshine.

This is a real literary genius!

Jiang Ming accepted the certificate handed to him by Professor Chen. Professor Chen said, "Jiang Ming, welcome to give a lecture at Beijing University. ”

Everyone was shocked and their faces were colorful.

Going to Gyeongseong University to give a lecture?

Mom, isn't this a big guy?

Jiang Ming smiled deeply: "If there is a chance." ”

He shouldn't be going to the capital for the time being.

The right time has not yet come.

The editor-in-chief of "Zhiya" on the side squeezed over and said, "Student Jiang, you should know that the first-place article is going to be published on our "Zhiya", right?

Jiang Ming nodded and added, "Give money." ”

The editor-in-chief couldn't cry or laugh: "Okay, okay, you must give money." ”

The editor-in-chief also gave Jiang Ming his contact information and asked Jiang Ming to contact him more.

Jiang Ming's whole body was surrounded by a group of professors......

Leng Rushuang, who was sitting below, shook his head lightly and said, "He is a star in the future of the literary world." ”

Beyond one's reach.

Leng Rushuang hugged the award certificate in his arms and bit his pink lip slightly.

Maybe no matter how hard she tried to catch up, she couldn't keep up with this teenager.

……

The final results of the New Thinking Essay Contest came out, and Jiang Ming's two essays received high scores of 99 points.

Hu Qinghe was directly removed, and Leng Tianlei climbed from third to second.

After coming out of the auditorium, it was already getting dark.

Guo Mengchen, who was the host of the broadcast just now, ran up and said, "Classmate Jiang, it's not early, shall I invite you to dinner?"

Jiang Ming wanted to refuse, Guo Mengchen hurriedly said, "Teacher Jiang, you have something to ask for......"

Chen Yi patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder: "If you want to go, remember to go back to the hotel early." ”

When Jiang Ming heard this, he saw Guo Mengchen's begging face again, so he had to nod and agree.

Guo Mengchen's family background is ordinary, and now he is not a future CCTV host, but a poor student. So I invited Jiang Ming to a hot pot restaurant outside Zhongzhou University for dinner.

Jiang Ming looked at the third pair of chopsticks on the table with some curiosity: "...... is this?"

All I heard was the sound of high heels.

Jiang Ming turned his head and saw that a tall woman walked in with a hating sky, and when she saw Jiang Ming, her steps were unexpectedly faster......

Who is this girl?