Sioux City returned home and turned on the computer, he would love to light a cigarette now, but alas, no.

According to the thought in my heart, I opened a text and started the life of code words.

"After a typhoon, the sky was clear. On the outskirts of the city, a village was devastated by a typhoon. However, the damage was not too serious, only the small temple at the foot of the mountain outside the village was swept away by the typhoon, and no one was injured.

The next morning, when the villagers found out about it, they began to talk about it. "Which dynasty left that temple from?" "Who knows, it's a long time ago." ’……”

Hey-come out! It's not long, about half an hour or so, Su Cheng looked at the whole article with satisfaction and nodded.

I opened the mailbox, entered the address, wrote down my message, and sent it.

Su Cheng looked like he was holding the ticket in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, at least this time in the whole country, it is impossible for anyone to beat him in this game

There's no way, after all, it's not a grade, it's completely crushing strength.

At this moment, in the studio of the National Essay Contest, more than a dozen people sat in front of the computer, looking at the thousands of emails, which included both school and personal participation.

Although it is said that in the publicity, it is said that the nationally renowned writer Zhao Han, the best-selling writer Mi Luoluo and the famous female writer Zhang Ruiran reviewed it together.

But the early screening still has to be reviewed by these editors, and Zhao Zhongran is one of these editors.

Zhao Zhongran looked at the more than fifty emails assigned to the mailbox, "In the last few days, there are really a lot of people. Zhao Zhongran complained.

"Xiao Ran, just bear with it, although there are indeed more emails in the last few days, but in terms of quality, it is estimated that it is better than the previous days. An editor with thick black-rimmed glasses said.

"Cut, no matter how good the quality is, is it better than the article of the girl named Zhao Jing a few days ago?" Zhao Zhongran said, which made the editor of the black-rimmed glasses a little speechless.

The editor of the black-framed glasses was a little helpless, indeed, that Zhao Jing's article is indeed very good, if there will be no dark horse works, the champion of this national essay contest is probably her.

"If that's the case, then this girl is really too terrible, the champion of three consecutive national essay contests!" thought of this, and the black-rimmed editor's pupils constricted.

After reading more than ten articles, Zhao Zhongran rubbed his eyes, he was almost paralyzed by these cookie-cutter compositions. Said slowly: "The same article, nothing new, eh, it's really sad, I didn't expect the current students' composition skills to be so unbearable." ”

The editor with black-rimmed glasses also said: "Yes, there are all kinds of birds, it's really bad, these articles seem to be carved out of a mold."

It's all about writing about protecting the environment, everyone is responsible, or writing about one or two touching events about protecting the environment, which is really boring. ”

Zhao Zhongran smiled and said: "It's not because of exam-oriented education, I originally made a good composition, and I made a template for them, and I didn't have a template on the Internet before."

That's how I put it, today's students, writing an essay on mother's love, will inevitably have my mother sitting under the dim white banner lamp, sewing clothes for me.

Writing about father's love must be: That day, when the snow was falling and I had a fever of 48 degrees, my father hugged me and blocked the hole in the bus window.

Suffice it to say, who's still using dim white flags now, and there's still a hole in the bus?"

"Yes, but these are all products of today's education. ”

Zhao Zhongran flipped through a few essays, but there was really nothing new, so he couldn't help pouting, and suddenly, he noticed an essay.

said: "This one is not bad, it's a pity that with Zhao Jing, otherwise among these articles, it is estimated that you can win the first place, but ah, you can only take the top three now, people only care about the champion, runner-up and third place, and can only be a foil." ”

"Oh, another good article?"

"Yes, it was written by a child named Huang Yuling, which feels pretty good, personifying the world, and using the world's mouth to accuse people of destroying the world environment.

It is very good both creatively and in writing, but it is a pity that I met Zhao Jing, who is destined to be a foil. ”

"Eh, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, three-time champion. The editor with black-rimmed glasses smiled wryly.

Zhao Zhongran continued to browse, and basically, there was nothing new in these articles, whether it was the title or the content.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhongran noticed an extremely peculiar title, "Hey-Come Out!".

Just looking at this topic, Zhao Zhongran simply didn't know what type of article it belonged to, and it had nothing to do with the theme of environmental protection, but it appeared in this essay contest on the theme of environmental protection.

This aroused Zhao Zhongran's interest in reading, and after a general browsing, he found that it was actually a miniature novel, and he was immediately interested.

Browsing carefully, Zhao Zhongran's eyes glowed, this light became brighter and brighter, with his eyesight, this article is simply a rare boutique.

Zhao Zhongran saw the end, his mood became excited for a moment, and he slapped the case suddenly, "Okay!" A shout made the editors around him startled for a while, and looked up at Zhao Zhongran.

"What the hell are you doing?" said the editor with black-rimmed glasses.

Zhao Zhongran embarrassedly spared his head and said, "I'm sorry, I saw a very good article, and I was a little excited for a while." ”

The editor with black-rimmed glasses rolled his eyes and said, "No matter how good it is, there can be a ......" Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, his breathing was a little short, and he said: "You mean someone can compete with Zhao Jing?"

Zhao Zhongran nodded and said, "This is a science fiction miniature novel, whether it is the subject matter or the writing, it can be regarded as a good product." ”

"Are you sure?" said an editor in disbelief, they had all read Zhao Jing's article, and that article was simply perfect.

"Just show you......" Zhao Zhongran rolled his eyes, and then sent Su Cheng's "Hey-Come Out!" to everyone.

Everyone watched "Hey-Come Out!", and the entire editorial room was quiet for a while, until in the end, all the shots were amazing.

"Now there is a good show, but I didn't expect to kill a dark horse in the air. ”

"Indeed, who is this Sioux City? This writing can be said to be infinitely close to the first-class in the world of miniature fiction. ”

"It is estimated that the champion of this time is going to be replaced. ”

"To be honest, I don't even believe it's a student's writing. ”