Along the way to the finals, through Sun Feng's explanation, Chen Feng gradually had a general understanding of the finals.

Compared with the large scope of the first stage and the cumbersome and complex stage of the second stage, the final stage of the "Youth Literature Competition" looks much more "simple".

Of course, "simple" will not be really simple, but in terms of the format and method of the game, this final is simply a little disappointing.

A large, empty room with a total of eleven writing desks, each with three things on it.

Unopened exam questions, plenty of paper, and a black pen.

According to Sun Feng, the model adopted in this final is derived from the ancient imperial examination.

Chen Feng didn't have much feeling about this, and the "Youth Literature Competition" has never been a very important competition for him.

However, it was not until he entered the hotel and met the contestants who also made it to the finals that he clearly understood the cruelty of the "Youth Literature Competition".

With him, there are only eleven contestants.

From the tens of thousands of "little famous" drafts in the first stage, to only about 100 elites left in the second stage, and finally to the current eleven people, a large number of people have been eliminated at each stage.

Behind the cruelty is the strong influence and halo effect of the "Youth Competition", and those who are qualified to participate in the first stage are already a kind of recognition; Those who can go to the imperial capital for the second phase will definitely be full of honor when they return.

As for the eleven people in the final stage of the entrants, all of them are the best of the younger generation without exception, and have the potential to become "famous artists".

Each of them can unconditionally choose any university in China for further study.

This is the right given to them by the "Youth Literature Competition", and it is also a preferential treatment given by the society to people with literary talent in the era of great literature.

Chen Feng was fortunate to receive this preferential treatment, and among the other ten people who also received this honor, there was also Pan Yue whom he knew.

This is a highly gifted teenager.

He is very good at generating all kinds of emotions in his heart, and can express those emotions concretely, in the first and second stages, the articles he wrote are absolute classics, second only to Chen Feng in the eyes of a group of reviewers.

Because if Pan Yue is a genius, then Chen Feng is a combination of two, or even more geniuses.

"Tibetan Buddha Love" brought them the touch is still in their hearts, and in the second stage, Chen Feng is another spicy satirical essay, so that every teacher who opposes the "reconstruction of the Old Summer Palace" can't help but applaud.

With a completely different style of writing and the same wonderful articles, Chen Feng's performance is really eye-catching among his peers, which is a bit too much.

After a day's rest, at half past eight in the morning on August 3, the finals officially began.

"Contestants, please sit according to the number in your hand, the time limit is two hours, according to the topic with a pen on the manuscript paper to write the essay you think you are satisfied with, please keep absolute silence during the writing process, finally, good luck to everyone."

Eleven people entered the "examination room" in a sparse manner, and after experiencing the initial noisy stage, the whole audience quickly fell into a silence, and the only thing that existed was probably the sound of breathing one after another, and the silence was terrible.

Such a depressing atmosphere is almost the same as the college entrance examination in Chen Feng's previous life.

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth rose inexplicably, he opened the envelope, and took out a paper card with the title written on it, which only had a simple sentence on it: Through this game, describe the other ten players.

Glancing around, almost everyone was frowning and thinking, and there was no one who started writing.

Whew, that's a tough question.

The position where Chen Feng sat belonged to the central part of the room, and there were people in front of him, left and right, and I didn't know if this arrangement was a coincidence or deliberate.

Anyway, this time the organizing committee is a big move, this kind of topic with a certain propositional essay nature, uncertainty but breaking through the sky, it is too difficult to write.

Chen Feng needs to use a pair of naked eyes to observe everyone present at a relatively fixed angle, and obtain enough information in the process of observation, use this information to conduct a certain analysis, and then use the analysis results to write an article?

Oh, my God!

Not to mention anything else, just observing this step, I don't know how much time Chen Feng will take.

Clothing and posture are the most basic elements, and occasional habitual movements are also within the scope of Chen Feng's consideration, and the most critical point is that the title points out that it is analyzed and described through the competition.

This is a subtle reminder that when a person is nervous, body language movements are the most, and the weight of this final is enough to make everyone nervous.

At the same time, it's another requirement.

Race from your seat...... Open the envelope and look at the title...... Write after thinking...... Performance on the offset.

This is a stage that every contestant will go through, and at each stage, different people will perform differently, and Chen Feng must stand in a "God" perspective, watching everything and analyzing everything.

Chen Feng thought about it deeply along this line of thought, and a few traces of cold sweat unconsciously oozed from the corners of his forehead, and half an hour passed quietly, so far, he has not seriously observed anyone.

It's a terrible topic to think about, exquisite, and tricky that people have nowhere to focus on.

Of course, this is only relative, Chen Feng doesn't have to think so much, just care about what he sees in front of him and what he thinks in his heart, and write a casual work, but Chen Feng knows that he won't do that.

(With such a question, it is almost impossible to complete the description of eleven people in three hours, perhaps they just want me to make a choice among these "incompleteness", deliberately difficult not to be, and the element of temptation is probably more.) ）

Sitting in the silent classroom, Chen Feng's thinking wandered wildly, and such a conjecture was suddenly born.

He didn't know if that was right, but it didn't matter.

The ending of this game was something he had thought about from the beginning, no, not from the beginning, it was a predestined ending a long time ago.

……

Chen Feng's mind was immersed in that brief memory, and after seven or eight minutes, he came back to his senses.

He looked around again and found that many people were starting to write, after all, time was limited, and too many inkblots were too much to lose.

From one to ten, he went through the description of each player in his heart, which took him more than forty minutes.

Half of the three hours had passed, and the pen in Chen Feng's hand had not moved, but his body had moved.

He stood up and left the scene neatly, on the writing desk, the stack of manuscript paper, white and a little dazzling.

More than a minute after Chen Feng left, the members of the organizing committee who were in the office and used the camera to observe the game immediately exploded.