He came out with confidence this time, naturally he had something to rely on! A recent essay happened to be guided by an essayist, and after revision and polishing, it has reached a level that can be submitted in a national prose journal.

He coughed lightly a few times, and only after everyone's eyes were attracted to him did he brew this emotion: "The quiet night is like late autumn, and it feels like a meteor falling." Close your eyes, and I'll use my memory to moss your face...... When I saw you falling alone in the wind......"

"It's actually about love!" Hu Mei frowned slightly, but soon relaxed. Prose is a lyrical essay, and only the prose that can be touching and profound is about love.

So even though he's still a high school student, writing romance essays isn't a big deal. This piece of text, from Hu Mei's point of view, is indeed quite good, surpassing the previous level of the prince of prose, and I think it has been pointed out by a master.

At this time, the students in the classroom were all talented, and they were immediately attracted by this charming artistic conception.

Such a masterpiece can be laughed at among high school students and even college students.

"Ye Chuge, this guy is doomed!" Wang Liang gritted his teeth, wishing that Ye Chuge would lose face.

If his gaze can kill, his eyes are enough to make the other party's ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.

"Really beautiful and awesome writing! Ye Chuge is probably going to lose this time! No matter how strong a person is, he can't do everything, decathlon! Ye Jingyi glanced at Ye Chuge and found that he still had a smile on his face that made his teeth itch.

"It's really good that I can still hold up the field! Even if he loses, with the level he shows, he can be regarded as a talent! Feng Xiaoxue's expression was calm and arrogant.

"Alas, I would have known that I wouldn't have come up with this idea with Ye Jingyi!" Tang Ziyi had some regrets in her heart.

Now that the momentum is so big, Ye Chuge is destined to lose face unless he wins another game.

But now this article of the prose prince, the words are beautiful and concise, and the artistic conception is also full, even a girl like her who has never been in love can feel that sincere love emotion.

"You are the love of my life, like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky." After the prince of prose read the last sentence, he was intoxicated.

"Bang bang! I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and for a while, Ye Chuge's figure seemed to be hidden in his light, looking very small and humble.

At this time, even the students lying outside the window and corridor clapped their hands, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

No one noticed that two figures had quietly appeared behind them, listening attentively.

"Uncle Gu, I didn't expect that there would be such a little talent among your students!" One of the two was Gu Zhida, the principal of Anning No. 1 Middle School, while the other was wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap on his head deliberately lowered.

The whole person exudes a trendy vibe, and it is definitely the focus of attraction wherever you go.

"Hehe, it's just good, where can it be compared to a talented man like you!" Gu Zhida smiled slightly, his eyes full of appreciation.

This junior, who is considered a friend of his own world, if he really devotes himself to learning, he must be a generation of people, but it is a pity that he chose another path.

"This time, I opened my eyes, I didn't expect that there would be such a free and interesting atmosphere in high schools in China, and the standard is really good!" The man in his thirties said with a smile. If Ye Chuge saw it at this time, he would definitely be surprised how Luo Dayou, the godfather of Asian music, could appear in this small place of Anning.

A few months later, a love song 1990 will sweep the entire Chinese region, sending Luo Dayou to the peak of his music career.

"Hehe, I'm curious about who will win this prose competition!" Gu Zhida smiled slightly.

"Uncle Gu, do you mean that another person can make better prose?" Luo Da said in surprise.

The prince of prose is already a professional level, and it is by no means an ordinary student who can make a transcendent work.

When he and Gu Zhida arrived at it, it happened to be when the prince of prose first started to read aloud, so he didn't see Ye Chuge's amazing performance when he was in the couplet.

"I don't know! But maybe it's possible! Gu Zhida said in a deep voice, at this time, the warm applause had already faded, and the momentum of the prince of prose had reached its peak.

Basically, no one thinks that Ye Chuge makes better prose, even Tang Ziyi, who really hopes that Ye Chuge will win.

"Maybe that's the end of today's game!" Feng Xiaoxue's eyes rolled, and a light smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As long as Ye Chuge loses, everything will end naturally, and then he will become the object of ridicule. Although this is a bit unfair, who made him say that he is the first talent in Anning No. 1 Middle School? Although these words did not come out of his mouth.

"Sure enough, it's a bit of a standard!" Ye Chuge smiled slightly, if it weren't for the fact that he was a reborn person, it would naturally be bad now. （http：／／)。

"Looks like it's going to be bigger!" A few essays soon appeared in Ye Chuge's mind, but they were slightly better than the prince of prose, and if they fell into the ears of different people, they would also produce different judgment results.

In other words, it's hard to win! If you want to win, you just need to sacrifice that kind of superb prose, and smash this piece of the prince of prose to slag in one fell swoop.

"There's no way, just get out of that one!" Ye Chuge did not have the slightest sense of shame because he was going to become a plagiarism king.

"Your prose and the artistic conception you describe are indeed beautiful!" Ye Chuge looked at the prose prince and said.

The Prince of Prose had a grim face, but he still made a reserved expression and said, "If you admit defeat now, it's still too late!" ”

"Please listen to me finish speaking, it's a little rude to interject indiscriminately!" Ye Chuge said lightly, but his expression was very funny, and he immediately caused a few chuckles.

"Then you continue!" The Prince of Prose said as he glared at him.

"Still, there's some taste of moaning without disease!" Ye Chuge smiled, looking at him with a look in his eyes as if he was very sincere.

"You!" The Prince of Prose glared angrily, but soon laughed as well: "Ye Chuge, don't change the topic, now it's your turn!" ”

"Why should I change the subject against you!" Ye Chuge smiled slightly, and then calmed down, and his expression became extremely solemn.

The classroom also became quiet, this is still an era of great respect, talented poets and essayists are emerging in an endless stream, and no one dares to say that Ye Chuge will definitely lose, although the odds of winning do not seem to be great.