Several censors were all run away by Zhang Can.

In fact, they also knew that Zhang Can was joking, because before they went in, Zhang Can said,

"I'm joking, don't be angry. ”

Really, it's really not a happy thing to retreat here, Zhang Can just made a little bit of a fuss, but he didn't do anything.

When two young masters were in retreat, they smashed everything and almost beat people.

There was no one to chat with him, Zhang Can shrugged his shoulders and could only continue to write.

Zhang Can began to write the first chapter of the second book of the Longling Maze, Fragrant Shoes.

As soon as I wrote two sentences, Lu Qingzhan came.

"President Lu is here. ”

Zhang Can heard the voice, turned around and rubbed his neck and said,

"President Lu is here, and he is not welcome. ”

"Okay, Teacher Zhang Can, don't do this. Lu Qingzhan faced his politeness, and he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"By the way, I wrote it here, a story has been written, you look at such a story, can it pass the review. Zhang Can pointed to the screen, rubbed his neck and said.

"How many stories are planned?" Lu Qingzhan asked casually while clicking on the document.

"Write one first, and if you continue to write, two will be eight stories. Zhang Can also answered honestly, "Now that the second story has begun to be written, if one story doesn't work, I'll write two." ”

Lu Qingzhan didn't speak, he quickly began to browse the story.

What's the story? Tomb robbing?

Although Lu Qingzhan had never seen this kind of theme, he still browsed it quickly.

The first half of this part doesn't seem to have much to do with the theme, it is the meaning of a framework, somewhat similar to a folk tale, but then from the beginning of the archaeological team entering the desert to find the exquisite ancient city, it touched on the distinct geographical and cultural elements, such as the Western Desert, the Peacock River, the Shuangsheng Mountain, the Thirty-six Kingdoms, the Loulan Female Corpse, and the Dunhuang murals.

Lu Qingzhan's reading speed gradually decreased, and he was fascinated by such an attractive story.

After a long time, Zhang Can began to doze off.

Lu Qingzhan raised his head and said, "Teacher Zhang Can, what did you just say?"

What did I just say?

Zhang Can thought for a while and said, "I said, can writing a story pass the censorship?"

Lv Qingzhan: "The last sentence." ”

Zhang Can: "The second story has already been written, and if one is not enough, write two." ”

Lu Qingzhan, "It's not enough, you can write two." ”

Then why didn't you say it in the first place?!

Zhang Can's eyes widened, feeling that this guy wanted to rub his own look.

Lu Qingzhan's face was a little red when he looked at him, and he opened the topic and said, "When will the second story be written?"

Under the eaves, Zhang Can pouted, "It's almost tonight." ”

Lu Qingzhan didn't ask in detail why he had just picked up the pen and was able to finish writing in the evening.

He still nodded, pursed his lips and said, "Then after you finish writing tonight, just come to the conference room and review it." ”

Zhang Can nodded.

……

That same evening.

In the conference room of the Literary Censorship.

"The dishes in the cafeteria are getting more and more wrong, the meat bun is full of sand, what is going on!" Hei Zhuang complained to a lean young man on the side.

"Sand, can't it?" retorted the young man, "isn't it sand in your mouth?"

"Really, old teeth. Hei Zhuang patted his chest, "Can I lie to you about this?"

The lean young man shook his head, "That's really improving, but why don't you go to eat meat buns at night? ”

Hei Zhuang slapped the table and sighed, "It's not that the eggplant is too unpalatable at noon, I ate a small stove in the afternoon, and I can't eat too much this night." ”

"That's not good, eating like this, my stomach is not good. The female examiner who brought Zhang Can to the conference room last time shook her head indifferently.

Seven or eight censors were chatting about the food in the cafeteria.

Ten examiners came at once, and there was no doubt that the review was about to begin.

But it's still early, so let's just chat.

Only Han Song and President Lu Qingzhan did not speak.

Han Song is because of his good family background, he never eats in the cafeteria, and he can't interject.

And Lu Qingzhan, I don't know what's wrong today, I'm in a trance, always probing my brain, as if I'm waiting for someone.

"President, what the hell is wrong with you? This review will start soon, don't drop the chain!"

Hei Zhuang has always been straightforward, this will be reviewed immediately, the president will be in a trance, this is for his idol Zhang Can to review, sloppy.

"Nothing. Lu Qingzhan shook his head, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything.

If you let them know that they are eager to see the second story because they have watched Zhang Can, they will definitely be laughed at by this group of boys.

It's really urgent, why haven't you come yet.

Lu Qingzhan was a little anxious, and couldn't help but get up and wanted to go outside to have a look.

At this time, someone pushed the door and entered.

It was Zhang Can, and two other examiners.

"President, the copy you told you has already been printed. ”

"Well, send it down. Lu Qingzhan hurriedly took it and ordered, "This one, one copy in everyone's hand, as for the one that is not copied, give it to me." ”

Zhang Canzheng looked at him and smiled, sure enough, he needed a story.

And the second story, "Longling Grotto", he didn't let people copy it at all, and directly left the original manuscript for himself, which is really bad.

"Teacher Zhang Can, you have to avoid this. As soon as Lu Qingzhan turned around, he found that Zhang Can was still there.

patted his head and said quickly.

"Oooh. Zhang Can answered twice.

They're about to start censoring, and he's going to have to avoid it.

Well, let's go back and get some sleep again.

After Zhang Can left, the review officially began.

The Literary Censorship Committee has always used the most traditional method of manual statistics.

That is, after everyone reads it, they score it on the counter, and the score is automatically scrambled and sent to the main computer.

Send the counter and a photocopy.

Everyone started watching.

"Huh?!" a female censor seemed surprised at first, but she quickly controlled her emotions.

Tomb robbing is really exciting!

Time passed little by little, and in the whole conference room, in addition to the sound of turning pages, there was only the sound of slow or rapid breathing.

After a while, someone had finished reading it, and he seemed to look a little incredulous, and he turned it back desperately, and even rubbed the last page, hoping for one to be glued together.