One wall, two vibes. That's what the world is. There will always be countless small worlds separated by walls.

It's the rules of the world, no, it's the rules of people. In an egalitarian world, we are unequal in a variety of ways.

There are two worlds, one is quiet war, and the other is peaceful talk. The opposite is not only the two rooms, but also the people and things in the room itself.

The conference room, as a whole, is very quiet, but extremely trivial, quiet and noisy, one after another continuous knocking sound conveys everyone's voice.

Although there are a lot of people in the management room, they are all talking about it, but the management room gives people a real feeling of quietness, and it is not noisy in the soul, which is quiet from the heart. Although everyone here is talking, the literacy precipitated from the book makes their words very quiet and people very peaceful, so the world is naturally peaceful.

The two atmospheres became more and more significant with the passage of time, and the judges in the management room gradually closed their mouths and adjusted their state to close their eyes and recuperate, but on the surface, there were only keyboard tapping sounds in the conference room, but there were a lot of tables and chairs moving, footsteps, someone handed in the papers, and there were many more people wandering and talking under the school rules of the empty Shengyuqiang Middle School, among which there was no Lin Feng, Lin Feng went to the playground at the back of the teaching building for a stroll, and the bread and water provided by the Shenzhou Jinbei Literature Committee had just eaten. One hundred steps after a meal, the truth of ninety-nine applies not only to dinner and lunch. Wang Sheng has also eaten in a hurry, but he is not outside, he has not handed in the paper, and the writing is done, but there are still many problems, and he is still making final revisions and polishes.

It is not an exaggeration to use words such as sunny weather and sunny weather to describe the weather in Kyoto at this moment, as if yesterday had passed, the cloudy sky of the previous two days did not affect the current sunshine, but the source of sunlight has changed a position in the long river of time, and has deviated from the central axis, and the time at this moment is already within the range of noon, and it is only more than half an hour away from the four-hour prescribed time, but before the time has come, people can continue to write and continue to revise. Time is always about seconds, especially during exams, competitions, and completing tasks, and the person who stands on the edge of time often has the most power.

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"There are still two minutes left, and how many people haven't clicked submit?" I don't know when I have been closing my eyes and recuperating, Gu Qing, who was half asleep, opened his eyes, looked at the time, and asked the staff beside him.

"There are four more copies, still being checked." The staff member reported in a respectful whisper.

"Hehe, check, that's not necessarily, it's just that I don't know why I move the mouse back and forth, I want to hand over and I'm afraid that there is a problem, I want to check and I'm afraid that the time is too late, transfer it together, set the time, it's a little unbearable, people's hearts waste time when something happens in this place, hum, tell Liu Yang to make a mark on these four copies when the computer controls them, don't use them when printing, and when the final result comes out, give me the list of four copies. Eventually, it can be changed. Gu Qing sneered a few times and asked the staff to convey his order to Liu Yang.

Liu Yang, the clerk of the official committee of Shenzhou Jinbei Literature, is responsible for receiving the manuscripts sent by the top 16 people here and now and printing them in a unified format, of course, the unified format does not include poetry.

"Yes, Chairman." In response to Gu Qing's voice, this staff member walked out, Gu Qing's words just now are equivalent to an expiration date after this time, and you have to notify me quickly!

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"Chairman, the sixteen manuscripts have been collected, Liu Yang is printing, and it will be completed in about ten minutes." The staff who explained the matter to Gu Qing returned to Gu Qing's side after leaving about two copies, and reported back in a low voice.

"Okay, I got it." Gu Qing nodded and said.

"Guys, you're ready." Gu Qing knocked on the table and shouted in a slightly louder voice.

Gu Qing's words were like a stone falling into the water, stirring up ripples in circles and circles, and they were still confused just now, or they woke up and were looking at the documents they brought with them, they all packed up their own things and their things, and sat in their positions with great energy and looked at Gu Qing.

"Chairman, or do you look at Lin Feng first, and I look at Wang Sheng's first?" Ma Shu asked Gu Qing in a low voice with a smile.

"What, there are two games left that you want to change?" Gu Qing didn't answer the question, but he asked straight to the point.

"That's what you mean?" Ma Shu was not polite and said directly.

"Lao Ma, please devote 100% of your enthusiasm to Wang Sheng's poetry, so that our approval ranking can really have a high significance of fairness and justice. Don't get cranky. Gu Qingyi said righteously.

"Uh......" Mr. Ma Shu was speechless, and this is on the line, and he will not slow down two sentences. Forget it, I'll watch it anyway, if I don't rob it, who will make the family the boss.

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"Chairman." While Gu Qing and Ma Shu were chatting, one of them walked up to them and said.

"Once you've sorted it out, let's send it out." Gu Qing turned his head and saw that it was the clerk Liu Yang, who was still holding a small stack of papers with the fragrance of ink in his hand.

"Yes, Chairman. This is the manuscript of Lin Feng and Wang Sheng. Liu Yang replied and handed the top two copies in his hand to Gu Qing and Ma Shu.

"Hey, you have a heart, leave the rest to the other judges." Ma Shu nodded.

"Hey, it seems like there's quite a few." Taking the paper and touching it, Gu Qing said with a smile.

"Ah, quite a few?" Looking at the hand no matter which angle you look at, it is a piece of paper, and the tone is a little weird.

"Look, six sheets of paper, more than five chapters." Gu Qing flipped through the paper and said.

"Six, Chairman, do you want to help? I only have one. Ma Shu said.

"Thank you, the six are because the typesetting font is larger, and the content is actually similar to your one, so I'll do it myself." Gu Qing smiled.

"Huh." Smiling, Ma Shu moved his gaze to the paper, and looked at the poems that seemed to appear in order to correspond to the correctness of the words of the ancient Qing Dynasty, and Wang Sheng wrote poems.

"Huh, hey, hey." Before Ma Shu could read two lines of poetry, he heard Gu Qing on the side make three consecutive sighs, and he was more surprised than the other.

"Huh?" Ma Shu looked at Gu Qing very suspiciously.

"It's okay, we'll talk about it later." Gu Qing waved his hand and continued to look at it with inexplicable emotions, while the pen in his hand occasionally swiped on the paper, and his expression became more and more weird, surprised, speechless, shocked, and did not understand that all kinds of emotions were hidden between his eyebrows, which made people unbearable to look at directly, but they didn't want to look at it.

Time passed slowly but surely in an emotion that no one cared about, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

"Hu ......" put down the manuscript Chinese, Gu Qing exhaled a long breath, which contained all kinds of emotions.

"Chairman, how did Lin Feng write, the poems that Wang Sheng made this time are really good!" I had already analyzed Wang Sheng's poems on the paper at hand into a seven-seven-eighty-eight horse book, and when he saw Gu Qing's situation, he asked with a smile. It seems that Wang Sheng's poems are really good.

Hearing Ma Shu's question, Gu Qing thought for a while and spit out three words from his mouth.

"A bowl of soup."

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