The first thing that comes to mind when I see this title is the world-famous "If You Give Me Three Days of Light". It's not impossible for you to imitate this masterpiece and write your own things around its idea, but it is obvious that you will never win the first prize, after all, the central idea in the composition is the writer's own perception.

He An didn't hesitate too much, after all, the time is not very abundant, only two simple hours, and another is just a rematch, and he doesn't need to show 100% of his skills.

After a little thought, He An picked up the pen on the table and wrote rustling on the answer paper: Xiang Siwei said: There is a kind of trouble that is inexplicable

At this time, the examination room is like a battlefield, many students are quietly bowing their heads and writing hard, few students will stop the pen in their hands and think hard, after all, those who can be qualified to sit here are selected through layers of selection, with a certain literary foundation.

The students below are working hard to write, and the judges above are idle and bored to discuss at this time.

Among these hundreds of students from all over the country, there are a few students who were surprised by their primary selection essays, for example, a local student named Han Han in Zhonghai, although he is only in junior high school, his writing is quite sophisticated, which makes people feel more or less refreshing.

"There is also Zhu Yuan from Kyoto, this student is a genius in our Kyoto, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by Jia Ji Lao at a young age, and his future is limitless!" An associate professor at Kyoto University said with a slight smugness.

Fang Shuyun, who was born in a northern farming family on the side, listened to the bigwigs talk about how excellent the students in their own place are, and felt a little resentful, your students are excellent and not occupy the convenience of big cities, the best education, the best teachers, the best resources, if you can't learn like this, then you really become a pig.

Like us, who were born in small places, some places have food and clothing are problems, and what kind of education is raised, thinking of this, Fang Shuyun sighed helplessly, sometimes in fact, once a person is born, the gap at that step is like a chasm, and some people may be difficult to cross in your life. That's life. Think about it, isn't it a bullshit scholar who has mixed up with him when he is nearly forty years old.

Although most of the students here are from the first- and second-tier cities in China, it is not without characters who make their eyes shine, and the small northern city called He An is really good.

Thinking of this, and listening to the professors of several famous universities boasting about the students on their side, Fang Shuyun couldn't help but say: Hehe, what the professors said is really good, the students in Beijing, Zhongguang and these places are indeed very good, but they are a little ingenious, and there is a student from a small northern city who has a lot of aura in the article "The Death of the Red Rabbit"! ”

"Okay!" An old professor from Zhonghai Fudan took a sip of tea lightly and said very casually.

"Hey~ I see that Scholar Fang's words are a little elevated, I read that article, it is full of messy, how can there be any aura at all!" A lecturer from Kyoto said unimpressedly.

"After all, it's a small place" is a special lecturer at Tongda University, named Liu Feng, the age is similar to Fang Shuyun, is a middle-aged man in his forties with slightly bald hair, his eyes are relatively small, he loves to blink when he speaks, and he usually gives people a very sleek feeling when he speaks.

Listening to Fang Shuyun's words just now, I didn't read that article at all, but it didn't prevent me from taking pictures of the sycophants of professors and vice presidents of famous universities.

Listening to everyone's deliberate belittlement, Fang Shuyun gritted his teeth angrily, but he was invited by others to make up the numbers, and he was just a little famous in the education world, so how could he have the qualifications to argue with all 985 professors.

Liu Xiyao, the budding editor-in-chief who was sitting next to him, saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, so he started a round and said: "It was only the finalist competition, many students did not show their real strength, and the literary level of the students still depends on the results of the semi-finals."

Fang Shuyun was invited by himself, this scholar is not well-known in the education world, but his literary attainments are quite profound, but this person's connections are really limited, if he was born in a big city, then he is at least a professor now

As long as people are immersed in a state of self-forgetfulness, then time flies, and it didn't take long for He An to notice that someone got up and handed in the papers.

He An is not in a hurry, after all, it will not bring you any convenience if you submit the exam in advance, it is better to submit the paper later and check for typos and the like.

There were more than twenty minutes left, and most of the people began to get up and hand in the papers, and He An confirmed that his test papers were correct, so he took the test papers and went to the podium.

At the beginning of the review, because there were hundreds of students, the initial review papers were edited by the editorial department, plus some teachers from nearby middle and high schools, and then handed over to the professors of the above universities to make the final decision.

"Hehe, it really lives up to expectations, this Zhu Yuan's literary level has improved a lot, I think there must be one of these three escort places!" The professor at Kyoto University first picked out Zhu Yun's test paper, and after a slight sweep, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Yes, this Zhu Yuan is also famous as a teenager, but he also lives up to Ji Lao's Dun Dun teaching, I think the top spot in this semi-final is probably gone." An old professor in his sixties lifted his glasses and said quite pertinently.

"Let's take a look at this article, it's a student from China Shipping," said the deputy editor-in-chief of Sprout Magazine, holding the test paper of a well-known local student.

"It's atmospheric," Li Fengmian, the honorary president of the State University and the most qualified person in it, smiled and praised. Li Fengmian has always been low-key, and if he can say a word of atmosphere from his mouth, the content of that student's test paper can be imagined.

As for the student named Han Han, why didn't he see the test paper? The Fudan professor couldn't help but ask, after all, Han Han's name is the most famous in Zhonghai, and even if his volume is generally guaranteed, it must be guaranteed.

"Oh, I asked deliberately, this Han Han heard that there was something at home, and he couldn't come for a while" As the editor-in-chief of Sprout Magazine, Liu Xiyao also praised Han Han, after all, he was his own person.

"It's a pity"

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