Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

Huang Yifan held the pen, thinking for a while, and putting down the pen for a while, as if he was writing something.

"Huang Yifan, what are you writing?"

Zhang Huiping, who was at the same table, was a little strange and asked.

"Write prose. ”

To be precise, Huang Yifan is modeling anti-prose.

This model prose comes from the work of Zhu Ziqing, an outstanding essayist and poet on the earth in the previous life.

For this prose, in fact, I have already learned it in the textbooks of middle school in my previous life, because it is too classic, this "spring" has often become a famous article that middle school students must memorize. Of course Huang Yifan remembers this prose, and he remembers it word for word. It's just, why mold defense. All this can only be attributed to Huang Yifan's secondary two ill criminals.

That's right, Huang Yifan is indeed sick at this time.

I didn't copy the countless classics in my mind, and I actually wanted to write down these famous articles in my own style.

It's just a pity that Huang Yifan's level can be compared with these masters.

Therefore, although it is a mold defense, but from the perspective of the effect of the mold defense, it is obviously a failure.

Just like this one, when Huang Yifan tried to write in his own style, he wrote it, but the artistic conception was completely different.

This has to be blamed on Huang Yifan himself.

Two days ago, when he was writing about the bad guys, Huang Yifan was so good that he didn't copy it anymore, and he suddenly felt that a little white text like this, even if he didn't copy it, it seemed that he could write it with his own pen. So, Huang Yifan did not continue to copy. Instead, according to the plot of the villain, he organized it with his own writing. As a result, the reviews of book lovers are not bad, at least, no book friends found that the latest updated chapters are different from the previous ones.

The success of the villain undoubtedly stimulated Huang Yifan.

For this reason, when he was bored in class on Monday, when Huang Yifan tried to use his own words to imitate the prose of Zhu Ziqing, a literary master in his previous life, he suddenly found that it was so difficult to write a few hundred words of prose.

"Wow, prose. ”

For a junior high school student, prose is undoubtedly a tall variety.

Huang Yifan was able to write a ghost story before, which already made Zhang Huiping think it was very powerful.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yifan actually wrote the legendary prose at this time.

Prose, isn't that what those writers wrote?

Probably hearing Zhang Huiping's exaggerated words, Jiang Weiwei, who hadn't troubled Huang Yifan much in the front row these days, turned around again, "Huiping, what did you say, who wrote prose?"

"Huang Yifan. ”

"Ah......h

Like Zhang Huiping, when she heard that Huang Yifan was writing an article that even she couldn't figure out what prose was, Jiang Weiwei was obviously interested, "Huang Yifan, show me what kind of prose you wrote." ”

"Sorry, why did I show you. ”

Huang Yifan put away the homework book, and he just didn't show Jiang Weiwei.

"What, isn't it written well, for fear of losing face?"

"I don't care if the writing is good or not, I'm afraid that a classmate will see it and make a small report to the class teacher. Well, the previous ghost story is saying that I came to scare you guys on purpose. In this essay, I don't know if you will make up a reason, saying that I deliberately pretended to be a literary hooligan to deceive your favor. ”

"You ......"

When Huang Yifan said this, Jiang Weiwei was naturally a little embarrassed. It's just that she can't get used to Huang Yifan's behavior. Especially Huang Yifan, a poor student in the class, writes something from time to time, but she fascinates her good friend Zhang Huiping.

"Okay, if you don't look at it, you won't watch it. However, Huang Yifan, I have a piece of advice for you. ”

"Jiang University Study Committee, please speak. ”

"It's undoubtedly good to love literature, but I advise Huang to read more books and lay more foundations when writing in the future, otherwise, don't pick up an article from somewhere like last time......

Speaking of this, Jiang Weiwei also seemed to feel that his words were a little hurtful, and quickly stopped.

However, Huang Yifan obviously heard Jiang Wei's meaning.

It's just that Huang Yifan was not angry about this spoiled princess, and replied very blandly, "Thank you for your concern." ”

"Uh......"

Such a calm answer was a bit unexpected for Jiang Wei, and she found that she had become less and less aware of Huang Yifan in recent times. It seems that Huang Yifan in front of him seems to have changed from before, becoming calm, indifferent, and deep. Faintly, Jiang Weiwei seemed to like Huang Yifan like he was now.

It's a good feeling, it makes her quiet and she feels comfortable.

It's just that I don't know why. But when Jiang Weiwei really accepted Huang Yifan's current state, Jiang Weiwei didn't know why she felt a little uncomfortable, she felt that her self-esteem seemed to be hurt, and a sense of inferiority suddenly appeared. Compared with Huang Yifan, she found that the pride she had firmly believed in since she was a child became vanished at this moment.

No, it's an illusion.

Jiang comforted and drove away the messy thoughts in his mind.

Huang Yifan is still the same Huang Yifan.

At most, he could write a small article, but he copied it.

The real him is just a poor student with more than 40 exams in the class.

What happened to me just now, how could I have so many thoughts about such a bad student?

"No thanks, as a classmate, I also hope that you can become a 10-star writer in our country in the future, come on. ”

Some said insincerely.

At this time, Jiang Weiwei felt that everything was much better.

I must have been dazzled just now, or, I've been reading too many romance novels recently, and I'm thinking about it.

"10 star writer, what is this?"

Ignoring Jiang Wei's insincere encouragement, at this moment, Huang Yifan suddenly became interested in this 10-star writer.

"Zhang Huiping, do you know what a 10-star writer is?"

"Ah, you don't know?"

"Why, do you know this?"

"No, you like to write, I thought you knew it, but you didn't. ”

"This, this, I don't know, Zhang Huiping, tell me what is going on with this 10-star writer. ”

"Actually, I don't know, I just saw it on TV and in magazines. It is said that our country will be these writers, poets, and essayists in the literary circles...... And so on, a hierarchy is divided. From 1 star to 10 stars, there are 10 levels in total. It is said that 10 stars is the top level, and at present, no one in China seems to have reached 10 stars, but abroad, there seems to be one person who has reached it. ”

"Who?"

"God. ”

"Zhang Huiping, I didn't expect that you also like to joke. ”

"No, I'm not kidding. The foreign 10-star writer is indeed God, and legend has it that the Bible he wrote has been distributed more than 2 billion copies worldwide, and it may be 3 billion copies, or even 4 billion copies, anyway, no one can count how many Bibles are in circulation. And because of the terrible circulation of the Bible, and because of the supremacy of the Bible. So, God as the author of the Bible is the only 10-star writer on the planet at the moment. ”

"Ah......h