"Second-class ......," the horse-faced middle-aged man muttered for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Second class is not bad, these high school students must be very happy to get a provincial certificate, no matter what first class and second class." The watermelon seed face continued, in fact, no matter what, the three first prizes must be impossible to change, and it is useless for my peers to say anything else.

And his words are exactly what Yu Yan thought before, and it is true for many high school students, who are definitely very happy to get the provincial certificate, no matter what kind of first and second class it is.

However, Yu Yan is different, he knows very well that his "Death of the Red Rabbit" should definitely be first-class, and even Yu Yan never thought that this article might fall to the second class.

In addition, Yu Yan is actually not a high school student, so he doesn't really value the things that high school students will cheer about, what about the provincial certificate? Yu Yan cares about prestige, and he cares about attribute points.

In other words, what he cares about is the opportunity to be in the newspaper, and to put it bluntly, what Yu Yan cares about is fame!

"I feel sorry for my conscience if I don't wait." The middle-aged man with a horse face said that he actually felt that the two articles "My Mayor Father" and "My Vice Governor Father" were really badly written.

When the time comes, when the newspaper appears, others will see that they are judges, and the first prize will actually evaluate such two articles, isn't it a shame and a big shame, at that time he is afraid that he will inevitably have to bear the label of a sloppy horse, which is undoubtedly the most uncomfortable for him.

"Conscience ......" The watermelon seed face thought that conscience was a fart, and he muttered for a while, "I can't say that it's so exaggerated, Brother Zhang." ”

"I can really say it......" the horse-faced man didn't even think about it, "you said these two articles...... You said! Alas, I ...... I can't afford to be ashamed of this man! ”

How can a literati do such a thing that intimidates the powerful and tends to become inflammatory? It's a shame!

The watermelon seed face was stunned, can't afford to lose this person? He sneered in his heart, and then he realized that the horse-faced man was not upset with the author of "The Death of the Red Rabbit", but he felt ashamed, after thinking about it, he said: "Brother Zhang, the work after my guidance, you are still not at ease?" ”

"The foundation is too bad!" The horse-faced man looked a little distressed, to be honest, he was really not at ease, this was not because he didn't trust his peers, but because the article was really bad.

"The foundation is almost the same, it's not a big deal," the watermelon seed face didn't matter, "The newspaper is not as good as before, the daily circulation of the Qi Provincial Daily is declining every day, to be honest, you can really see that there are not many estimates of the three essays on the sub-edition, besides, how many people see who the judges are?" ”

Yu Yan will definitely shout if he is here, no matter how little it is to me, it is very important to me! Your uncle's!

The horse-faced man was stunned when he heard it, yes, how many people look at who the judges are? Everyone first looks at the article, and if it is well written, then look at the author, but look at the judges? There really aren't many of them, it seems.

Thinking about it like this, he felt a lot better, of course, it was still uncomfortable, and this actually had something to do with the literary atmosphere of this world.

In this modified world, traditional literature has reached an almost unsurpassable peak, and realism firmly dominates the mainstream, so the literary world is relatively more traditional, in other words, more pedantic.

How to be pedantic? For example, the great contemporary poet Nandao once cried out "I won't write novels if I starve to death" in the face of the declining status quo of the poetry world.

That's right, in the eyes of many poets, fiction is still an inferior art, not a place of elegance, and definitely not comparable to poetry. Not only the great poet Nandao, but also many impoverished young poets also had this idea, and it was better to kill them if they were to write inferior art novels.

Of course, the flourishing of fiction has not been affected by this in the slightest, while poetry is declining, but this is enough to show the pedantry of this world literary scene. At the same time, because of this, many literati in this world still have the so-called consciousness of some literati, this horse-faced man called Brother Zhang is one of them, and he also holds the mind of "An Neng breaks his eyebrows and bends his waist to make me unhappy", of course, there is no such poem in this world.

The middle-aged man with a horse face looked carefully at the four articles in his hand, the one by the daughter of the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association had just read it, and it was indeed written well, the horse-faced man felt that there might be Chairman Zhao's help in it, and there was no problem with this first prize, and he was not prepared to raise any objections.

While thinking about putting it away, he looked at the remaining three again.

The worst one is "My Mayor Father", and "My Vice Governor's Father" is slightly higher than this, and the other "Death of the Red Rabbit" is needless to say, the level is amazingly high.

The horse-faced man thought about the information of Vice Governor Xia Jia in his mind, he was not a vice governor with real power, and he was not a member of the Standing Committee, so it was easier for this vice governor to offend than the mayor of Qindao.

Looking at these three articles, he fell into deep thought, is it offended to give the second prize? How big is that? Can't get over face? Or, it doesn't seem to be that important......?

The horse-faced middle-aged man felt a little tightness in his chest when he thought that he might be accused, and the label of becoming inflammatory, attaching himself to the power and tycoon, would simply kill him, and the more he thought about it, the more unbearable this middle-aged man with the consciousness of a traditional literati felt.

That's right, there are really few people who will see who the judges are, but these two articles are so blatant, I'm afraid many people have to see who the judges are, right? What about after reading it? What do they say when they know that the judges are themselves? What would you say about yourself in your heart?

While thinking about what the watermelon seed face said again, he didn't listen to it, pondered for a moment, and returned the three set first prizes to the watermelon seed face, he looked at the "Death of the Red Rabbit" in his hand and began to write something, and the watermelon seed face took over the three articles and also began to write, one is to polish the pen, and the other is to comment.

However, the face of watermelon seeds is more and more uncomfortable: "This moisturizing pen is really a bit difficult......

He looked at the two articles in his hand and frowned, some of the articles said that they really couldn't get the Nobel Prize winner to polish the pen, although these two articles were not bad to that extent, but he was not at the level of the Nobel Prize winner.

Looking at these two articles, he made a difficulty, to what extent he can write, he is a little bottomless, and he must not change the article too much, so it is really unreasonable, but what if you don't change these two articles?

And the horse-faced middle-aged man on the side listened to his emotion and became even more determined to have a thought, at this time he only thought about one thing, I am a literati, I am a literati, I am a literati!

(The author himself is in the Chinese department, and now there are indeed poets in this society who say that they do not write novels by starvation, which is not an exaggeration.) ）