At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the canteen of the Provincial College of Letters.

Yu Cheng took Su Wen's four students to sit around and enjoyed a beautiful lunch.

Eating after twelve o'clock is already a bit late for those middle school students with regular schedules, so as soon as the meal is served, everyone starts eating without saying a word and feasting.

Not to mention that Yu Cheng, a teacher, doesn't care about his image, even Lin Yutong, a beauty, doesn't care about what she eats, she just bows her head to eat and doesn't squint.

After eating, take a moment to rest.

Yu Cheng looked at everyone's satisfied expressions, coughed lightly, and said, "Now there is a question to discuss with you." According to the usual practice, the marking work ends on the same day, and the list of the top 100 is usually announced at 6 p.m. Now that there are about five hours left until 6 p.m., should we go back to school and wait for the announcement, or will we wait at the Faculty of Arts to see the list as soon as possible? ”

The four students looked at each other, afraid to make a decision.

"Teacher Yu is in charge." Xie Tianxing hurriedly sent a respectful sycophant, "The teacher is our leader, and it is naturally up to you to decide." Whatever you say, we'll do. ”

Su Wen couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that although this guy is usually more sloppy, he is also a sycophant at a critical time, and it seems that there should be a set of family education.

Lin Yutong didn't speak, and glanced at Su Wen slightly, and her quiet and beautiful face did not fluctuate.

Gao Jian was silent and did not express his opinion.

Yu Cheng was still embarrassed, and said with a headache: "You are the parties involved in this matter, I am just the person who accompanies me, and the main thing is to take care of your safety." You call the shots, you say wait, I'll wait, you say go back, I'll contact the driver to take us back. ”

Anyway, Yu Cheng wanted to go back, after all, there were still five hours before the time to announce the list, and they didn't know what to do during this time.

However, he made a mistake by leaving the decision to the students.

How many students are willing to go back to school when they have the opportunity to be presumptuous?

"Then wait here for the results?" Xie Tianxing asked cautiously.

"Good!" Su Wen rarely agreed with Xie Tianxing's construction.

Gao Jian smiled: "Listen to you." ”

Lin Yutong also nodded lightly and had no opinion.

Yu Cheng was dumbfounded, and found out that he had made a mistake, but just now he said that he would let them call the shots, and now it is too late to regret it, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "Okay, if you want to know the result as soon as possible, then let's wait." If you read the marking paper, you don't need to go until six o'clock, maybe you can get it in advance. ”

Well, he knew that the last words were self-consolation.

"That's right!" Yu Cheng remembered something and couldn't help but say, "I just heard the staff of the semi-finals say that this 50th middle school student literature contest will be very grand, after all, half a century has passed!" There will be a lot of preparation for the finals, so it was decided to postpone the date of the finals by half a month. ”

"Half a month?" Xie Tianxing shouted, "It used to be held on the last day of April." The results will be released as soon as possible, and everyone will not be delayed in the college entrance examination in June. The delay of half a month, that is, the middle of May, is not good for our college entrance examination. ”

Yu Cheng smiled helplessly: "There is no way to do this, it is said that many people will be invited to this final." There are national leaders, literary masters, cultural stars, and even foreign celebrities who will attend the final award ceremony. ”

Xie Tianxing was suddenly excited again: "What a final award ceremony!" It's fascinating! ”

Su Wen glanced at him, suspecting that this guy was caring about the scene where he received the award in the finals, the star-studded and brilliant lights were definitely the glory of this guy's life!

However, hearing that the final award ceremony is so grand and high-standard, as a student, there is no one who is not excited. Even Su Wen, a guy who doesn't know much about the Huaxia Empire, can't wait for the finals to come soon!

The eldest husband should go through such a scene!

Yu Cheng saw that the feelings of these four people were mobilized by him, and he couldn't help but smile and said: "The finals are glorious, as long as you get the tickets to the national finals, you all have the opportunity to see that kind of scene." Do you have confidence in this rematch? ”

"Of course!" The first to affirm himself was Xie Tianxing, who glanced at the three classmates around him, with an arrogant expression, "Teacher Yu, I am confident that I am the best among my peers, and the top 100 in this rematch is like picking up something for me." I'm determined to win! ”

"It's good, it's good to have this confidence." Yu Cheng praised, "The topic this time is very simple, but it will be a little difficult to write brilliantly." Su Wen wrote a novel this time, what about you? ”

"Novels?" Xie Tianxing glanced at Su Wen, seemed to be smiling, raised his eyebrows, and said with a sigh, "Su Wen, I didn't expect you to write a novel." As it happens, I also wrote a short story. The second question I wrote was about gifts, what about you? ”

Su Wen knew what the other party's teasing meant, it was nothing more than being proud, and being proud of his agitation made Su Wen give up the poetry he was good at.

Su Wen didn't want to look at Xie Tianxing's smug appearance, and smiled: "Write a novel for gifts?" I'm sorry, but you may have to be compared to me, so don't be too disappointed when the time comes. ”

Xie Tianxing sighed: "Su Wen, you are too confident, right?" Beware of the wind flashing your tongue! ”

Su Wen smiled silently, not because he was confident, but because he believed that O. Henry's classics could still exude moving charm in a different world.

Yu Cheng knew that there was a conflict between the two, so he ignored their words, and turned his head to ask Lin Yutong and Gao Jian how they were writing.

Gao Jian was a little lacking in confidence, and said: "I chose the topic of eyes, and wrote a science fiction novel, the main purpose of which is to see all kinds of things in the world through guò mutated eyes, such as environmental cause and effect, and the trade-off between good and evil in human nature. ”

Yu Cheng nodded and said, "Yes, the idea is very good, it depends on whether you can write at a high level." ”

Su Wen was a little surprised when he heard it, but he didn't expect Gao Jian to look like an otaku, but his imagination was not bad, and he seemed to be a ** type of goods.

"I also choose eyes, but I write poetry." When Lin Yutong said the word "poetry", he couldn't help but glance at Su Wen, as if he was a little embarrassed, and his voice was much softer when he continued, "I turned my eyes into entities, let it travel around the world, traversing the past and the present, and write about my heart's feelings with what I see." ”

Syllable!

Yu Cheng clapped his palms and praised again and again: "Not bad, this idea is very novel, as long as the language is concise and poetic, the top 100 can be expected." ”

Lin Yutong smiled slightly, and her beautiful face had a splendor of flowers.

Seeing that Su Wen didn't speak, Xie Tianxing couldn't help but ask, "Su Wen, what about you, what did you write?" ”

"You'll find out soon." Su Wen smiled slightly, and did not go into details.

Xie Tianxing snorted coldly, feeling that he was tricky.

Time passed as the four of them waited.

At this time, the judges who were reading the papers were so busy that their eyes were spent.

Yan Youyu is a forty or fifty-year-old person, a few years ago he became the director of the Novel Creation and Criticism Department of the Provincial Academy of Literature, which can not be described as unsuccessful, but also reflects his ability, this time he was invited to become a judge of the Guangdong Provincial Middle School Student Literature Competition, and he took it as his responsibility to discover the best novels.

As one of the judges of the tenth group, after the articles were assigned, he read through the articles in the poetry and prose category, and scored them after pondering, which was a bit arbitrary.

But for articles in the genre of fiction, he judges them with a professional eye, very strictly, and very critically.

After reading thirty or forty articles, half of them are in the genre of novels, the quality can only be said to be average, and some of the students' creative skills are so immature that he tears come down his eyes when he sees them - not moved, but guilty!

"Are there so many articles, and there is not even a novel that I feel can be applauded? No! You don't have to make me take a picture, just make me feel a little bit amazing. He was about to finish reviewing this group of articles, and Yan Youyu was disappointed and discouraged.

"Lao Yan, there is one last novel here, let you read it first!" At this time, a judge in the same group handed an article to Yan Youyu.

Yan Youyu was in high spirits and took it casually, he didn't think that the last novel of the ten groups could surprise him much, his eyes swept over, the title of the article was inconspicuous-

"The Gift of the Magi"!