Xu Shang's room.

Ye Bufan, Xu Shang, Zhou Qiuming, as well as Zhao Yongli and Cui Fukuan, the two leading teachers, sat together again.

Today, Wednesday, is the time to announce the scores for the first match.

The Writer's Cup Literary League is divided into four competitions, the first of which is a speech contest, which is scored by judges and teachers, and the top 20 are directly selected among more than 100 people.

The second match is a match for the top 10, the third race is for the top three, and the fourth and final game is a battle for the top three and the championship trophy!

Zhao Yongli held a form in his hand, his eyes swept over Ye Bufan's face intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a faint anger between his eyebrows, as if he was dissatisfied with something.

Cui Fukuan noticed Zhao Yongli's strange appearance, and said with a smile: "Lao Zhao, don't be entangled, maybe the judges and teachers have their own opinions, hurry up and announce the scores!" ”

Zhao Yongli sighed lightly, withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the form in his hand.

"The scores of all three of you have come down, first of all, congratulations to you, everyone has made it to the top 20 of the competition and has qualified for the next competition."

As soon as Zhao Yongli's words fell, the three of them showed joyful expressions, especially Zhou Qiuming, who was naturally happy to be able to pass the speech assessment that he was not good at.

"Qiu Ming, don't be too happy, your score is only 79 points, and your strength can only be said to be in the middle and upper, Xu Shang's score is 91 points, which is 12 points more than you!"

Zhou Qiuming's face changed, and he muttered in a low voice: "I'm not good at speeches, Xu Shang often presides over the mobilization of the school newspaper, of course, he is at ease, but looking at Ye Bufan, maybe he is 12 points less than me." ”

"You're right, Bufan's score this time was the worst, 61 points, barely ranked 19th. But I always feel that there is something wrong with this, and from the enthusiastic response of the audience at that time, it will not only be 61 points. ”

Zhao Yongli said Ye Bufan's score, and Ye Bufan himself, even the calm Xu Shang felt a little incredible.

At that time, he also listened to Ye Bufan's speech, such a wonderful speech, no matter how bad it is, there is no problem at all with 85 points, how can it only be 61 points!

Ye Bufan struggled with this incredible score for less than thirty seconds, and then he was immediately relieved, and his face once again showed his belonging, calm and vaguely "arrogant" expression.

61 points is easy to understand, the voice of China still has an insider, let alone a good Chinese writer!

Anyway, I entered the top 20 and was able to participate in the next competition, I want to see how the inside story continues under absolute strength!

With countless literary classics in his previous life as his hole cards, Ye Bufan is naturally full of confidence.

Zhou Qiuming had a disapproving expression, he had a holiday with Ye Bufan, let alone listen carefully to his speech, even if he really listened attentively, he didn't necessarily think how good Ye Bufan's "The Noble Son of the Cold Family" was.

It's just that Luoyi Yigao came to Deng City to compete, and he didn't want to be too obvious.

"The first race is over, so don't worry too much about how you are doing. The specific content of the second game has been released, this competition is the instant creation of the proposition class, the time limit should be one hour, the genre is limited to prose, and the specific proposition will not be known until you go to the arena. ”

Cui Fukuan smiled, took Zhao Yongli's words, and told Ye Bufan and the three of them about the assessment content of the second game.

The prose is created instantly, and it is also propositional!

This time is different from the first speech contest, and it is completely a test of the contestants' literary skills.

When Zhou Qiuming heard the content of this competition, he finally showed a confident smile on his face.

He is good at writing modern poetry, and he is also quite sure about prose, especially lyrical prose.

In this second competition, Zhou Qiuming believes that he will definitely be able to achieve good results, so that the two leading teachers and more people can see his literary creation level.

As for Xu Shang, he still looks calm, and it seems that the form and content of the competition are completely unimportant to him.

Ye Bufan would not say anything about it, whether it was a speech or a prose, but if it was related to literature, he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

Because it is a proposition assessment, there is no need to prepare before the game, and the five of them chatted about the competition together, all kinds of hearsay, witness, hearsay, Ye Bufan has a little more understanding of this writer's Cup literary league.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the announcement of the second game sounded.

Ye Bufan, Shen Shi and other top 20 players walked into the competition site one after another.

Because this competition is prose creation, there is no audience on the spot, and even the ten judges and teachers are only three people present, as representatives, to supervise the contestants to complete the creation.

However, according to the news obtained by Cui Fukuan, the scoring process of the second game will be arranged for on-site audiences, and professional reciters will be invited to recite and score on the spot.

When entering the arena, Ye Bufan verified his identity and received a number plate of his own.

Finding his place, Ye Bufan sat down calmly.

The three judges sat on the judges' table with blazing eyes, and the twenty contestants were divided into four rows, with five people in each row, far apart, and there would be no impact on each other.

"Pen and paper are on your desk, please check them out, and then look at the big screen here, and the screen is the topic you are working on this time."

One of the judges in the middle pointed to the large LED screen on his head and spoke.

When Ye Bufan and the others heard this, they hurriedly raised their heads and looked at the screen.

The text can be lyrical, or it can be placed on the scenery, whether those beautiful scenery in your memory can evoke your infinite memories.

Please write an essay of no less than 1,000 words on the topic of "once upon a time".

I thought it was propositional, but I didn't expect it to be a topical prose creation.

After Ye Bufan finished reading the question requirements, he instantly had an idea in his heart.

Picking up the pen in his hand and unfolding the lattice manuscript paper on the table, Ye Bufan picked up the pen and wrote down a piece of prose in his mind in one breath.

Shen Shi, who was sitting in the first row, had arrogance in his eyes, and he also glanced at the title, and then wrote hard.

Moreover, he had already gotten the specific content of the topic, and he was fully prepared in his heart, so he just wrote down the manuscript in his heart silently.

Naturally, the speed is not slow!

However, the unlucky Shen Shi didn't know that Ye Bufan didn't need to write any manuscripts at all, and he had a bunch of literary works from his previous life in his mind.

Prose, essays describing the "once landscape", there are not a thousand but eight hundred!

Ten minutes later, Shen Shi had already written half of it, looking at the elegant and clear words in his pen, his face was calm and calm, thinking to himself that at such a speed, I am afraid that no one present can match it.

"Wait a while, if I am the first to hand in the article, I wonder if these stupid contestants will be shocked!"

"By the way, there is also a contestant named Ye Bufan, who writes prose instantly, is it the same as his speech, is it easy to come by?"

Shen Shi stopped the pen in his hand and thought wildly in his heart.

Suddenly, a figure passed by Shen Shi and walked directly to the judges' stand.

Shen Shi frowned, raised his head and looked at the figure, only to see Ye Bufan holding a full manuscript paper in his hand, walked straight to the judges' table, and confidently handed over the written article to the three judges.

"This, how is this possible, it's only been ten minutes, and he's already finished writing?"

"It must have been scribbled, right, or was it prepared?"

"I'd like to see what you can write in ten minutes!"

……

Shen Shi looked at Ye Bufan's background, and various thoughts appeared in his heart again.

Not only Shen Shi, but all the contestants in the audience, as well as the three judges and teachers on the stage, all looked at Ye Bufan with wide eyes.

You can be the first to hand in the paper, but it won't be 10 minutes!

"The second exam is the top ten selection competition, half of the contestants will be eliminated, and the sooner or later the paper will be handed in has nothing to do with the final score, I hope you will revise it again, don't be too impulsive and impatient."

A judge teacher next to him reminded kindly out of kindness.

Ye Bufan raised his head and returned a confident smile: "Judges, rest assured, I am very confident in this essay I wrote!" ”