Regarding the details of the WeChat public account microfiction essay, the rules are very clear.

As long as you pay attention to the WeChat public account of Qihang Chinese.com, and then submit according to the format, the number of words of the microfiction does not exceed 200 words, you can participate in the competition. The official account of Qihang Chinese.com will select two micro-novels as the winning works every week, and give 500 cash prizes each.

500 pieces!

Zhao Qian's breathing was a little short, a penny was difficult for a hero, although he knew that he had hundreds of thousands of novels in his computer, but he was indeed running out of money now.

If you can get these 500 yuan, then you don't have to worry about starving to death this month, even before the next month's publication fee.

Licking his dry lips, Zhao Qian took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay attention to the official account, and then clicked to view the detailed submission format, and then checked the winning works some time ago.

It's just that seeing a few winning works in the first two weeks, Zhao Qian was a little confused, this ......

Well, it can't be said that the level of people is not good, but compared with the few micro-novels in my impression, there are indeed many gaps.

These 500 yuan are so easy to take?

Zhao Qian shook his head, he can be regarded as a giant in the industry if he sets sail, so he won't smear his reputation for the bonus of two thousand yuan.

Looking at the following messages, a lot of people said that they were well written and well written, and Zhao Qian was embarrassed to be committed. Obviously, the quality of online novels is reasonable, why is the quality of microfiction so average? Or are these just ordinary works?

I think I've read so many paragraphs on the Internet before, and I'm afraid it's no worse than these two articles. There are many talents on the Internet, whether it is healing or darkness, or various divine turns to destroy the original, I remember a lot.

I don't know if I can win a prize if I use those short stories to participate in the competition?

Zhao Qian searched for the micro-novels in this world and found that there were still high-quality novels, but the ones in his mind had never appeared, or similar, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

"System, you said that I can win the award if I use the microfiction I wrote down to participate in the competition?"

The system replied: "The system can't give an answer because there are too few parameters to calculate and too many variables." However, from the point of view of quality, the probability of the host winning is high. ”

Zhao Qian was happy, and what he wanted was this affirmation: "If you can really win the award, then I will invite you to eat six yuan of Malatang!"

"Host, please respect yourself. ”

Zhao Qian shut up, glad that he relied entirely on his own memory ability to participate in the competition, rather than relying on the works exchanged by the system, which could save a lot of festival value.

This broken system is simply a vampire, and it can't be exchanged directly for money, so that you don't have to starve. How good it would be if you got the Shenhao system, throwing a lot of money and pretending to be forced, and going to the pinnacle of life in minutes.

In order to ensure that he can successfully win the prize money for the micro-fiction essay, Zhao Qian carefully selected two micro-novels and short stories from the many micro-novels and short stories he remembered as the submitted works this time. Just take it as a test of the waters, it is best to win the award, if you can't win the award, it means that the editor who reviews the manuscript is blind and illiterate.

For example, the one he is going to take to contribute this time -

The night is dark and the wind is high, in the wilderness, in the cabin.

Man: "Coming?"

Woman: "Here we are." ”

Man: "Come?"

Woman: "Here!"

Man: "Are you here?"

Woman: "Not here yet!"

Man: "Not here yet?"

Woman: "Here we are!"

Woman: "Are you still coming?"

Man: "No, I can't come." ”

The concise and concise sentences contain a wealth of information, fully demonstrating the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture and the subtlety and profundity of language.

Is this a yellow joke?

No, you're wrong, it's art!

The prostitute sees the prostitution, and the wise see the wise, which is clearly highlighting the contradictions between the two families and the disharmony of life, reflecting the contradictions in today's society and the darkness of human nature, and teaching the majority of young students to study hard and not to fall in love.

That's the whole micro-novel!

It is said that this is the best micro-novel of the year in 2015 in another time and space, and Zhao Qian doesn't know whether it's true or not, so he used it anyway. He checked in advance, and there is no such work in this world, so he is its "creator".

In his opinion, there is no such question as whether it is worth it or not, first make sure that you are not hungry.

In fact, Zhao Qian wanted to cover his face, but he really didn't seem to be pure anymore. When I saw this micro-novel for the first time, I understood it in seconds, and I didn't need to read the annotations at all.

It should be said that since his first reaction to seeing "Thousands of Miles to Send _____" was not "goose feathers", he knew that he had gone farther and farther on the road of the old driver.

The only way to do this is to look up to the sky and sigh, it's all the fault of the world!

In addition, there is a small story about family affection, which is only about fifty words, but the words are full of warmth, which is different from the connotation above, and it has also been sent together.

Then Zhao Qian waited for the result. If nothing else, the results should be announced around 9 p.m. on weekends, as has been the case last few times. Anyway, he hasn't reached the point where he has run out of ammunition and food, and he is not too anxious.

At this time, the phone rang and there was an incoming call.

Seeing the caller ID number, Zhao Qian was slightly surprised and hurriedly connected.

The other side directly asked, "Hey Xiaoqian, where are you now?"

Zhao Qian bared his teeth: "Aunt Wanqing, what are you looking for me?"

It was Zhao Qian's little cousin who called, Li Wanqing, three years older than him, let's be regarded as his childhood sweetheart, the two grew up with bare buttocks, and he was reprimanded by her a lot when he was a child.

Li Wanqing on the other side was suddenly dissatisfied: "How many times have you said it, don't always call me aunt, call me old, call me sister!"

"You're my dad's cousin, of course I'm going to call you aunt. Zhao Qian shrank his feet into the chair, his chin rested on his knees, and said lazily.

Li Wanqing was angry: "If you want to call sister, call sister, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Zhao Qian didn't want to go too far, lest she be really angry, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "Okay, Sister Wanqing, what's the matter with me?"

"Are you at school now?" asked Li Wanqing.

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes and asked rhetorically, "Where can I go if I'm not in school?" In order to save money to the greatest extent, he didn't want to sell the dormitory at all.

Li Wanqing suddenly said happily: "Okay, I'm at the South Railway Station now, and it will take about an hour to go to the North Station and then to your school, so we'll see you in an hour." ”

"Aha?!" Zhao Qian almost fell off the chair, in disbelief: "You want to come over?"

"yes, is there a problem?"

Zhao Qian's head was confused: "No, you are so dignified, why did you come to my school?" This news is too ...... It was so sudden, I was completely unprepared.

Li Wanqing said: "I'm bored to go out and go around, can't I? Anyway, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and the last time I saw you was during the summer vacation, aren't you welcome me first?"

"Nothing. "How dare Zhao Qian admit it, otherwise she won't be beaten to death when they meet? Don't look at her small size, she has a big temper and does things like a child, if she doesn't let her, crying her nose is a trivial matter.

Li Wanqing said directly: "Then it's decided, I'll buy a ticket now, and I'll call you to pick me up when I arrive." Then he hung up.

Zhao Qian wanted to cry without tears, what is this called, she originally planned to stay in the dormitory for the past three days, but now she disrupted her arrangement with a phone call.

Ah, women are trouble!