Because Ye Li not only revised the text of the ending, he was shouting with his heart, accusing this society.

He was writing this story with heart and blood, acting out a scene that happened so close to him.

And just as Ye Li put down the pen and picked up the manuscript, Li Zhuyue had already seen this scene, and rushed in, and then took the manuscript and began to run frantically towards the literary club.

At this moment, the bell rang just right.

But Li didn't stop month by month, he wanted to run to the literary club in this limited time, and he wanted to end this zuihou time! He wanted to tell those judges that when the bell was closed, Ye Li had already finished the article.

He wants to fight, he wants to fight Ye Li with dignity, with his heart, with his writing, and with his unremitting efforts.

That's what he thinks is different from others.

He didn't hear the many people around him greeting him, he didn't feel the wind cold, he just did his best, and then rushed into the literary club.

At this moment, there are seven or eight writers already inside, gathered together, discussing with each other.

Then Li put the manuscript on the table and said, "This is an article just written by another author, and he finished it at the end of the bell." The presiding judge can testify. ”

Suddenly, these writers were silent, looking at the scene in front of them, and frowned.

One of the writers was stunned and said, "Li Zhuyue, what is this article?" ”

Li Zhuyue raised his head, looked at the doubt in the other party's eyes, and then said: "This is written by a classmate named Ye Li, he didn't know about this competition because of some unexpected things, so just now, he only took forty minutes to write such a draft." The presiding judge and I watched him finish. ”

"Ye Li? It's not in order, after all, ......," the writer shook his head.

"He really finished the manuscript before the allotted time!" Li said aloud to the writer that this writer was his father Li Zheng, and it was he who made a bet with his father that only by winning the Little Nobel Prize in Literature could he study Chinese in college.

Then Li Zhuyue said: "Ye Li's classmate is fighting with He Yu to publish articles, but Ye Li's works have been questioned about Westernization and temporarily stopped publishing, encountering such injustice, is it because of these few minutes, do you also want to suppress such a genius?" ”

At this moment, the chief reviewer also rushed over and said to Li Zhuyue: "I am a witness to this matter, we know it in our hearts, and now I will seal all the articles with their names and let them start reviewing." ”

"Yes." Li Zhuyue said respectfully, bowed to the surroundings, and walked out slowly.

"This kid ......," the writer sighed just now, "it's still so competitive!" ”

"Isn't it the same as you?" The others smiled slightly: "Since your child admires this Ye Li so much, then we should be more serious when we review it." I don't know the two of them, who is the dragon and who is the tiger. ”

"Ye Li? I know. His father was He Yu's former editor, but he didn't expect that as soon as Ye Li's father was expelled, the Literature and Art Publishing House would turn his face and deny people, and He Yu was also ......" Another writer shook his head.

"That's ...... so"

Suddenly, other writers became curious about the article written by Ye Li. Such a young boy can have the qualification to publish, and even get stuck by the Cultural Review Department, I don't know what will happen to the article I write?

Some writers couldn't help but ask the chief judge: "Is he a student who has just been recruited?" Why haven't you heard of it before? ”

The presiding teacher sealed Ye Li's name and also sealed it into all the manuscripts, so that no one knew who wrote it, and then there was a hint of expectation in his eyes: "This student is Ye Li, who wrote a lesson and asked the Education Committee to change the theme of the meeting for him." ”

When just one sentence came out, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

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At this moment, Ye Li and Xue Ting walked outside the school.

Some rain fell, accompanied by wind, some cold.

"Xue Ting, will it be cold?" Ye Li asked.

He was about to take off his coat, but Xue Ting hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't." ”

At this moment, Xue Ting looked at the teenager next to her and couldn't help asking, "It should be easy to win your school's Little Nobel Prize in Literature, right?" Her heart was a little happy, was Ye Li concerned about her just now? Although she was embarrassed to accept such care.

Ye Li smiled slightly: "I've done my best, haven't I?" ”

Xue Ting suddenly felt a little gloomy, yes, just do your best. It's just that many things will go as smoothly as imagined? Even if Ye Li won the Little Nobel Prize in Literature, but the publication of his novel suffered such a setback, I don't know how Mommy and Zhu Lao talked?

At this moment, Ye Li paused and looked into the distance.

In the distance, Li Zhuyue was standing at the door of the hall of the Literature Society, staring at Ye Li with burning eyes.

It was an unyielding gaze.

However, Ye Li smiled at Li Zhuyue, with a warm smile, which was not only a kind of confidence, but also that kind of bearing, like sunshine.

Li Zhuyue watched Ye Li slowly go away like that, and he had to admit in his heart that Ye Li had that kind of infectious temperament, which made people have a deep sense of identity.

"Just tomorrow, what will be the result? Will my Chinese Department and my literary dream come to an end here? Li Zhuyue's eyes were full of anticipation.

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Literary Society Review Office. Li Zheng quietly looked at the work in his hand, sighed slightly in his eyes, then shook his head, and rated D in the three columns of theme, character, and plot.

D is a passing grade, C is good, B is excellent, and A is excellent.

It seems that even if he is a high school student, most of his works are lackluster, and as far as the many articles he has read before are concerned, they are all lamenting the autumn wind.

After several years of judging the Little Nobel Prize in Literature, they have formed this evaluation mechanism, which is divided into three aspects: theme, character, and plot.

The theme is the most important, and it is divided into themes that fit with the times and love, and themes with connotation.

Characters are divided into details, psychological portrayal, appeal and other factors.

Plot, on the other hand, includes plot attraction, conflicts, structure, unexpected results, innovations, and so on.

In the articles that have always been awarded, it is rare that all three can get A's, after all, in the judgment of these writers, the standard is naturally much higher.

This time, there were hundreds of manuscripts, and the award time was only one day and one night, so the time was particularly rushed.

Li Zheng continued to look at the new draft, and soon shook his head, and scored three D's again, but he was thinking in his heart that his child Li Zhuyue admired Ye Li like that just now, and he didn't know how Ye Li's article was written?

However, no matter how powerful Ye Li is, the works in just forty minutes will definitely not be strong.

At this moment, Li Zheng found the new article displayed in front of him, the handwriting on it was very strong, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, he recognized that this was his child's handwriting.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

Knowing the son is like the father, he has witnessed the growth of this child, the child's efforts, his passion for literature are beyond the reach of others, he watched the child grow up step by step, the articles became sharper and sharper, compared to when he was a teenager, it was already much stronger.

It's just not enough. So he constantly whipped the child, and asked Li to win the Little Nobel Prize in Literature every month before he was eligible to enter the Chinese department.

He read the article in one go, and secretly admired in his eyes, the child's article has obviously grown a lot more than before, and under his teaching, it is very well displayed in terms of theme, characters, and plot.

He firmly gave an A on all three, and breathed a sigh of relief. With the level of children's articles this time, it should be no problem to become a little Nobel Prize winner in literature, which is much more than the previous winners' articles.

Slowly, there were fewer and fewer articles in his hand, but Li Zheng was more and more disappointed. Maybe Ye Li's article has sunk in the mud and sand, and it can't inspire a splash at all, right?

He took a new manuscript, a wrinkled manuscript with some traces of sweat on it.

He frowned slightly, why didn't he cherish the manuscript so much, but what he handed in was like rubbing a few times, and the author didn't cherish it too much.

Looking at the text above, it seems that he has some skills, but it is written very sloppily, and he knows that he is not serious at a glance, and for a while, his perception is a little worse.

It's just that when he saw the text on it, he was completely stunned.