His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, but Wang Fan never saw the shadow of the taxi.

……

In the basketball court in the gymnasium, one after another members of the association walked into the court.

Huang Shan, the president of the Writers' Association, looked at the members of the Writers' Association who came in from outside the basketball court, and frowned tightly.

Glancing at the time on his watch, Huang Shan, the president of the city's Writers Association, found that there was only one minute left before the start of the game.

Looking at the slowly jumping second hand on the watch, Huang Shan's brows became tighter and tighter.

Are young people really so ignorant of what is important today? The invitation I wrote personally didn't even invite him to this competition.

In the eyes of Huang Shan, the person who doesn't know the importance is Wang Fan. Now Huangshan is finally a little angry with Wang Fan, angry that Wang Fan, a young writer, is so high and thick that he ignores the invitation letter written by the president of a city writers' association.

Sitting next to Huang Shan, the two vice presidents who were with Huang Shan, Liu Hui and Xu Hui, looked at the chairman Huang Shan beside him and his brows became tighter and tighter, and the corners of the mouths of the two vice presidents couldn't help but hook up a sinister smile.

The invitation letter written by Huang Shan himself was not delivered to Wang Fan, it was all a good thing done by the two vice presidents around Huang Shan.

The two vice presidents looked at Huang Shan's tightly furrowed brows, with a cruel smile on the corner of their mouths, and secretly thought in their hearts that Wang Fan did not come this time, which must have made President Huang Shan's heart rise into a monstrous rage, and at the end of the game, we mentioned to President Huang Shan, pulling Wang Fan, a rookie writer, may be able to succeed in one fell swoop, and successfully blacking out Wang Fan, so that Wang Fan will completely disappear in the literary world, and he will never be able to join the Writers' Association.

Huang Shan, who was frowning, was still looking at the door, he didn't know that the two vice presidents sitting next to him actually had such thoughts in their hearts.

A minute flies by. After that minute passed, the time for the start of the game at ten o'clock officially arrived.

Looking at the time on his watch, Huang Shan closed his eyes with a look of disappointment and anger.

The two vice presidents beside Huang Shan saw the president like this, and the corners of their mouths showed a victorious smile.

The next moment, Huang Shan took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, and after opening his eyes, Huang Shan took the microphone and said loudly to the members of the Writers Association in the field: "Now that the ancient poetry competition has officially begun, the theme requirement for ancient poetry is "War and Family." ”

Hearing this, more than 20 members of the Writers' Association at the scene, as well as a few writers who did not participate in the Writers' Association, sat on the top of the position, scratching their ears and cheeks, holding the pen and thinking about it, and did not start writing for a long time.

Ten minutes passed, and in these ten minutes, many members of the Writers' Association began to write directly, but in the tenth minute of the first performance, a person walked in from outside the venue, and the sound of this person's walking disrupted the thoughts of many members of the Writers' Association.

Quite a few writers looked at the man who had entered the basketball court and disturbed their writing.

At this glance, the writers saw that a young man with a young, energetic face and a very youthful dress was walking into the competition field.

This young man must have strayed! Many people who saw this young writer thought so in their hearts.

……

In the judges' seat, there were three judges and teachers, and now they all showed surprised expressions.

The three judges and teachers are Huang Shan, the president of the Writers Association in the city, and two vice presidents of the Writers Association. The three of them originally thought that Wang Fan would not come, but they didn't expect that Wang Fan would come to the competition venue ten minutes after the start of the game.

When Huang Shan saw Wang Fan, after experiencing the first surprise, his heart was full of joy, and the previous anger and disappointment were suddenly thrown out of the clouds by Huang Shan.

And Liu Hui and Xu Hui, the vice presidents of the two writers' associations, after experiencing the first surprise, the expressions on their faces became a little gloomy.

The vice presidents of the two writers' associations did not expect that Wang Fan would be able to find the scene of the competition without sending an invitation letter to Wang Fan.

"Are you here for the competition, Wang Fan?" The president of the Writers' Association asked Wang Fan with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I'm here to compete!" When Wang Fan said this, he went to look at the judges' seat, and noticed that there were two acquaintances. Two vice presidents of the Writers' Association.

When Wang Fan saw the ugly faces on the faces of the two vice presidents of the Writers' Association, he began to suspect in his heart that his invitation letter was most likely intercepted by the two vice presidents of the Writers' Association on the judges' bench.

There are four judges, three of whom are the three presidents of the Indoor Writers Association, and the other is an old-timer from the Provincial Writers Association, Professor Hua.

Ten days ago, when the new concept essay was awarded, Professor Hua once brought Wang Fan a championship medal and said words of encouragement to Wang Fan.

When Wang Fan recognized Professor Hua, Professor Hua also recognized Wang Fan.

Professor Hua, who was sitting on the judges' seat, looked at Wang Fan and asked Wang Fan standing on the basketball court with a smile: "Young man Wang Fan, I don't know why you missed the game?" ”

"I can't catch the bus!" Wang Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of his head, and asked Professor Hua, "Professor Hua, I don't know, can I still participate in this competition?" ”

"This one!" Professor Hua glanced at Huang Shan, the president of the association, and said to Huang Shan: "Although Wang Fan is late, I still think that young people should be given a chance. ”

"Professor Hua is right, although he was late, at least he caught up with the game, and he should be given a chance." Huang Shan nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth when he heard Professor Hua's words.

Hearing the words of Professor Hua and the president, the two vice presidents raised their eyebrows, glanced at each other, and said in unison: "The opportunity is to be given, but the time for him to compose poems will not be extended." This is a punishment for him and a fair treatment for others. ”

Hearing this, neither Professor Hua nor President Huang Shan had any other opinions.

"Alright, let's go and compose a poem! Sixteen minutes have passed, and now you have fourteen minutes to compose a poem. The two vice presidents shouted to Wang Fan in unison.

"Good!" Wang Fan's face responded calmly.

After responding, Wang Fan immediately found an empty seat, picked up the pen on the empty seat, and a subtle sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth.

It's still targeting me, hehe! Do you think that limiting my time to write poetry will stop me from writing good poetry? It's really naïve, I'm a man who carries all the literature and culture of the Earth King.

Wang Fan took the pen, thought for a while, and suddenly remembered one thing, that is, he hadn't asked the subject yet.