Editorial building, in a spacious classroom.

Three teachers sat behind a desk with a few lists and some works scattered on the table, and these three people were the judges of the editorial department.

From left to right, they are Mr. Zhang Hongguang, Mr. Wang Mingyang and Mr. Zhou Shan, all of whom are famous writers in Luoyi City.

In particular, Mr. Wang Mingyang, who is sitting in the middle, is not only the deputy editor-in-chief of the campus editorial department, but also the only fifth-level writer in Luoyi No. 1 High School, especially good at writing ancient poems, and has published many ancient poetry collections.

"These students' creative ability is too poor, not to mention the bad writing of the article, and a bunch of works with the wrong topic, in my opinion, there is no need to take the test if there is the last place left!"

Zhou Shan looked at the time on his wrist and said impatiently.

"What Mr. Zhou said is that he is full of wine bags and rice bags, and he only cares about dreaming of being a writer!" Another chubby Zhang Hongguang also agreed.

Sitting in the middle, Wang Mingyang, who was a little older, frowned: "This class of students is a bit bad, but there are still a few seedlings worth cultivating, you are all teachers who are good teachers, how can you have such complaints about your students!" ”

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Zhou Shan snorted coldly in his heart, obviously very disdainful of this.

However, Wang Mingyang is the older generation of the editorial department, and he is a highly respected literary predecessor in Luoyi High School, so he naturally does not dare to refute the words of the old judges in person.

"Hello judges, my name is Ye Bufan, I came to participate in the assessment today, I want to join the campus editorial department."

As soon as he heard someone shouting at the door, Ye Bufan came to the office with a confident face, tried to calm down, walked up to the three teachers, and said loudly.

"Nonsense, of course I know that you want to join the editorial department, tell me which literary club you belong to, what works you usually publish, and why did you choose to join the editorial department?"

Zhou Shan glanced at Ye Bufan with some impatience, and directly threw out four questions.

"Joining a literary club? Published work? Why join the newsroom? Damn, what kind of attitude does this person have! ”

Ye Bufan pondered for a moment, put away the slander in his heart, and showed a smile that he thought was sincere and sincere.

"I didn't join any literary clubs, nor did I publish any works, and the reason why I joined the campus editorial office was to realize my dream of being a writer."

"Writer's dream? Another guy who is not ashamed to speak! ”

A trace of anger appeared on Zhou Shan's face, and he knocked the pen in his hand on the table and snorted lightly.

Wang Mingyang also frowned slightly.

It seems that the initial impression of the three judges and teachers on Ye Bufan is not very good.

I damn it, as for you, can you finish the exam first and then despise me, ancient poetry, modern poetry or prose, this Nima has not been assessed yet, why did you show an expression of eliminating labor and management one by one.

It seems that in order to cater to Ye Bufan's inner reading, Zhang Hongguang scratched his neck with his thumb and said nonchalantly: "I guess I don't even have a decent work, I don't think you need to take the test!" ”

"Looking at your ordinary dress, it is estimated that you don't have any creative capital, I advise you to give up your dream of being a writer and take the university entrance examination.

Zhou Shan put away the pen in his hand, and then Zhang Hongguang's words, ** nakedly sarcastic.

"I said that the two teachers are not enough, how can I say that I also signed up, even if I have not published a work, I have to follow the procedure to let me complete the assessment, besides, why say that you can't be a writer if you have an ordinary family, can't you write poorly!"

"Hmph, you have a very strong mouth as a student, you think that being a writer is like drinking water, just this attitude towards you, you can't enter the campus editorial office, hurry up and go to class, you don't have to take the assessment at all!" Zhang Hongguang said with a glance.

"Forget it, Teacher Zhang, since he has to test him, then let's give him a question", Zhou Shan set his eyes on Lin Cheng, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and continued, "Teacher Zhang and Mr. Wang have already had a question before, this time I will give you a question, don't say I won't give you a chance!" ”

As long as the question is asked, it is easy to say, if you don't let yourself participate in the assessment directly, you will definitely not be able to enter the campus editorial department.

Labor and management don't want to run naked!

"Teacher, please ask the question."

Ye Bufan didn't care about Zhang Hongguang's smiling expression, and said calmly.

"Okay, that's the title, write an essay in five minutes!"

Zhou Shan suddenly picked up a piece of white paper on the table, crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it directly into the water cup, and came up with such a topic very casually.

Wang Mingyang and Zhang Hongguang, who were sitting on the side, saw Zhou Shan's move, and their faces showed stunned expressions at the same time.

The first few people who participated in the assessment also had at least an hour of thinking time, and they were all clear proposition assessments, and Zhou Shan

Zhou Shan is obviously making things difficult for Ye Bufan!

Ye Bufan also had a trace of anger, even if he didn't join any literary club and didn't publish any works, the two judges first laughed at their rough clothes, and then deliberately made such a question difficult for themselves, even if the clay man has a temper.

"Hmph, it won't take five minutes, I've already written it, and I can read it to you now!" Ye Bufan snorted coldly and replied unceremoniously.

Zhou Shan's face turned cold, and he said angrily: "You are really arrogant as a student, then you can read it to me, remember, it is a recitation!" ”

He didn't believe that Ye Bufan, a sophomore in high school, could write an article related to it immediately after he came up with this question.

Even if you make a draft, it will take you a few minutes, and you will still be able to export the chapters.

Zhang Hongguang also sneered, scratched his neck with his thumb again, and simply tilted his head and waited to see Ye Bufan's joke.

The reason why Ye Bufan is so sure is because he just has such an article in his mind.

This article was written by Han Han in the New Concept Essay Competition, which was very similar to the situation he encountered now, but Han Han was not deliberately troubled by the judges and teachers.

"This article I wrote is called 'Peep in a Cup'!"

Ye Bufan cleared his throat and began to read with a confident face.

"What I think of is human nature, especially the inferior nature of the Chinese nation. Mr. Zhou Shu has not exhausted the explanation, I have my opinion. ”

The Southern Song Dynasty's "Three Character Classic" has "the original nature of human beings is good", which shows that people are just born like this mass of dry cloth, and they can discipline themselves strictly; Coming into contact with the water of society, even if it is clear water, it will involuntarily be like shy grass leaves, and the original rigor will slowly be stretched out, gradually soaked through, and the mind will approach the columns. ”

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"When I read this, I suddenly found that the paper ball had sunk"

Ye Bufan followed his memories and memorized the "Peep in the Cup" in his mind almost word for word.

Of course, some names that are not available in this world were replaced by names with similar styles in the text, such as Lu Xun replaced by Zhou Shu, an essayist in this world.

After reading a "Peep in a Cup", the faces of the three judges suddenly showed unbelievable looks, especially Zhou Shan, who stared at the facts in front of him with wide eyes.

What is the situation, I just came up with a random topic, and he wrote an article without thinking about it!

Hung up?

Even a genius can't do it!

Could it be that he had prepared in advance, no, this is a random question I made, how could it be!

"Judge, what do you think of what I wrote?"

Under Ye Bufan's disdainful gaze, Zhou Shan's face was difficult to see.