The middle-aged man combed his big back and looked at the man in front of him with a serious face, constantly tapping his fingers on the table, making a clicking sound, and frowning, as if he was struggling with something.

The middle-aged man remained in this state for about two minutes, and finally, he grinned and laughed.

"Are you so confident that you can convince me?" He asked, confused.

"It's not confidence, it's just a little advice." The man pursed his lips and smiled.

"This suggestion of yours is not small, if I take it, the other contestants will probably hate you to death in their hearts." The middle-aged man joked that he had already made a decision in his heart, so his words and deeds were much more casual.

"In order to enable the organizing committee to select better talents, I have to make some sacrifices, is it nothing? Moreover, I have always trusted the confidentiality mechanism of the organizing committee. The man raised an eyebrow and said.

"Tsk, it's true," the middle-aged man heard this, searched for some modifiers in his mind, and said, "Shameless." ”

"However, I accept your suggestion." The middle-aged man then added.

"Okay, that's the end of my interview, goodbye, interviewer." The man stood up from his chair, bowed to the middle-aged man, and walked out of the empty room.

When he walks, he holds his head high and is gentle; His pride is unmistakable, but it doesn't feel alienating.

"The Li family, over the years, has finally come out with a decent character, I hope it won't be too late, and it won't be ruined by themselves." The middle-aged man looked at the back and muttered.

The man drifted away, quickly blending in with the crowd of fellow contestants, and then quickly left.

Many people talked about such a man and whispered.

"Who is this person, it's too stylish."

"It doesn't feel ordinary, he went directly into the room for an interview, maybe he has a lot of background behind him."

"Whatever, just be handsome enough."

Most of them are words of envy and praise, and some people look at them sourly and say some weird words.

"It's a shame to forcibly take up your time and worship others so much."

"Hmph, the so-called servility."

The man's ears were good, and he could hear all the words he thought he was whispering, but he didn't bother to pay attention to them, but in the end, he stopped.

"I said, are you here to participate in the competition?" He asked the familiar boy in front of him.

"Hmm." The boy nodded.

"That's great, come on, I'm optimistic about you." The man said, in a tone as kind as if he were an old friend.

"Oh." The boy replied lightly, and the man smiled, didn't say anything more, and left.

Leaving the lonely teenager standing in the crowd, being watched.

He kept his head down, looking a little shy.

"The next interviewee, Chen Feng." With a pager, the young man walked into the room, and many people secretly wrote down this bland name in their hearts.

Chen Feng walked into the room and subconsciously looked around.

"I'm the interviewer this time, Wang Hong." A middle-aged man, with a kind smile, said to Chen Feng: "Although I have seen your file from the documents, let's introduce myself first according to the process." ”

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Chen Feng nodded, sat on the chair in front of the table, and said, "My name is Chen Feng, eighteen years old, and I am from Jiangcheng Shucha No. 1 Middle School. ”

Silent...... About half a minute later.

"Gone?" Wang Hong asked, his expression a little strange.

"It's gone." Chen Feng shook his head.

"Don't you want to say something?" Seeing this, Wang Hong had to take the initiative to ask.

"To be honest, I don't know what to say." Chen Feng said, looking a little shy.

"The file didn't say that you are such a character," Wang Hong said with a smile: "You just think of us as a chat, just say a few words, otherwise I can't continue this interview, I think about it, why don't you talk about your entry?" ”

"You mean Tibetan Buddha love?" Chen Feng's performance was a little more active.

"Yes, that article, but it shocked a lot of people." Wang Hong praised.

"Thank you, I'm just here for inspiration." Chen Feng said modestly.

"Oh? So where did you get this inspiration from, and how did you put it in your writing? Wang Hong asked step by step.

……

……

The two chatted left and right, and after about ten minutes, the interview should be over.

Chen Feng left politely, and when he approached the door, Wang Hong behind him said the last sentence: "You seem to be very resistant to talking to me, although your words and deeds are decent, but they are all wary, I can roughly guess what you think in your heart, but I don't understand it very well." ”

Chen Feng didn't stop when he heard this, and walked out on his own, leaving Wang Hong alone with a smug smile.

As an interviewer for the Juvenile Literature Competition, Wang Hong has seen too many outstanding young people, and those people have all kinds of performances in front of him.

Subtle and introverted, bold and domineering...... There are also people like Chen Feng who see through the intentions of the organizing committee and "protect" their hearts cautiously in words and deeds, of course, there are also people who don't care about this kind of "snooping" and show themselves more deliberately.

No matter which one it is, there is nothing to hide in Wang Hong's eyes, and he likes this feeling very much.

The interview continued, but it didn't have much to do with Chen Feng anymore.

He left early, coded words in the hotel, and it was a good habit to take precautions.

What's more, the rain about "I'm crazy about songs" has already fallen, and there is a tendency to get bigger and bigger, so he had to take the time to rush the manuscript in advance.

When Chen Feng was at about two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Yan came back from the interview, and his face was a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Feng stopped what he was doing and asked.

"My second stage of the question is out," Xu Yan shook the envelope in his hand and said disheartenedly: "I have deeply felt the malice of the teacher, and it is simply hitting the point." ”

"Out now? What was the interviewer give you? Chen Feng asked, he didn't have it himself.

"yes, why, don't you? It is said that most of them have already received the title, and they will work on it in the next two days, and then they will start reviewing the manuscript. Xu Yan asked rhetorically.

Chen Feng shook his head, indicating that he had not received anything related to the topic, and he did not take the liberty to ask Xu Yan what the topic was, so he buried his head and continued to code.

Xu Yan sat still for a long time, and finally took the paper and pen and wrote with an embarrassed face.

Xu Yan has been writing for a long time, but the number of words on the paper is very small, and he is not the only one who has this situation.

The proposition essay project, under the careful planning of the organizing committee, will not be easy for people to win?

Early the next morning.

Chen Feng also ushered in his topic and went to a place in the imperial capital with the car.