On Sunday, November 22, the ninth day of the National Xiuzhen School Physical Skills Competition, students from hundreds of schools from all over the country gathered in a neat phalanx on the square of Jiulongshan Base.

It can be seen that compared with the beginning, the delegations sent by each school are basically less people, and some students who have accidental fractures or other more serious injuries during the competition can be exempted from participating in the closing ceremony after the teachers who lead the team report the statistics.

Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong didn't come.

In fact, Sun Rong had already woken up, but the old man Sun of Huaguo Water Curtain Group was not at ease, so he took Sun Rong back overnight for a more detailed examination.

All in all, this national sports competition finally ended with a one-sided team show in 60 middle schools.

Many lamented the drama of the tournament in their hearts.

At the same time, there are many people who have a backlog of resentment in their hearts.

Before the competition began, no one would have imagined that the 60th high school would end up being a large margin ahead of the other teams in the form of essay bonuses.

Say a good sports exchange competition!

Wang Ling thought of the previous meeting with the Fifty-Nine Middle Spirit Sword Competition.

Their spirit swords didn't have much chance to show off at all, and this national physical arts competition didn't expect to end up repeating the same mistakes.

Life is indeed a circle.

However, the competition is not completely devoid of exciting fighting pictures, such as the peak duel between Yi Zhiyang and Sun Rong, all the battle pictures of this game can be taken out and tasted repeatedly.

On the playground, Wang Ling looked at the surrounding environment with his peripheral vision and found that many people were watching him.

He knew in his heart that the focus of so much attention he received was not because of the battle with Nan Yixiu, but the essay written by his real doppelganger "Crispy Noodles" after the game that made him popular......

Hell knows how things will turn out like this!

Wang Ling sighed helplessly.

……

On the way back to Songhai City on the Air Immortal Ship, Wang Ling was worried about one thing, that is, whether Wang's father would deduct his pocket money under the pretext of excuses.

This national competition has caused him to provoke too much right and wrong, and now the whole school is ...... No, it's the entire Ten Thousand Schools Alliance that knows that he writes well.

But fortunately, Zhuo Yi knows that he has always liked to be low-key and does not like to engage in this kind of eye-catching operation, so at present, Zhuo Yi has spread the rumors to the outside world, claiming that Wang Ling's composition this time is just a "flash in the pan".

In the case of writing essays themselves, in the case of no mistakes in the use of words and sentences, it is largely a matter of inspiration and luck, a person cannot guarantee that he can write golden sentences all the time, and sometimes he suddenly thinks of a very awesome sentence, which is really just that the inspiration is suddenly online.

However, how many people can accept this statement, Wang Ling does not know.

Anyway, on the way back, everyone on the air immortal ship admired Wang Ling, especially Tang Jingze, who could almost be described as a five-body throw.

"Wang Ling, your essay is amazing! It's simply a contemporary Lu Shuren! Tang Jingze carefully read the sentences in the composition.

His favorite is the sentence: "A grain of ash of the times, falling on a person's head, is a mountain." ”

What kind of writing can write such a great sentence?

It's amazing......

The most excited person is Wang Ling's Chinese teacher: Guan Ziqian.

Mr. Guan is a very low-key person, and he usually doesn't show his face much.

He is a very low-key office worker, of course, there is no need to talk about business ability.

Guan Ziqian has always had a lot of complaints about Wang Ling's composition, not that Wang Ling's writing is not good, but that Wang Ling's writing is too bland! Things are like running accounts, and even the arguments are old-fashioned! In the test-taking essay, Wang Ling's essay can barely be regarded as a passing grade, but such an essay will never get a high score.

So, when this essay called "Stand-in" was exposed in the national competition, Mr. Guan, who usually doesn't talk much in the group, directly made a public decree to Aite Wang.

"@王令你终于开窍了?" Teacher Guan made a smile on his face: "Why do I think your composition is like a ghostwriter?" ”

Wang Ling looked at the question of the teacher in the class group, and thought for a long time before he trembled and replied with two words: "No." ”

To be honest, when these two words were typed on the screen, Wang Ling felt that his heart was empty.

When Mr. Guan saw the reply, he was not polite, and directly replied publicly in the group: "Then what is going on with your usual compositions?" What about playing me? ”

“……”

In a word.

Wang Ling was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the old antique came out in time to give Wang Ling a round game: "Wang Ling is a contestant who occasionally plays well, so Mr. Guan shouldn't be so careful." He saw Wang Ling holding his mobile phone with a pitiful look, and he was still a little distressed.

Look, scare the kid!

Teacher Guan was naturally joking.

He taught students who wrote such excellent essays in national competitions, and I was very happy.

He didn't type anymore, and directly publicly praised Wang Ling in the group: "Wang Ling, this incident fully shows that you actually still have the potential to be literate." I suspect that the essay you wrote earlier may have been due to lack of time and too much stress. If you are given enough time, even if you don't play as well as this time, you can at least have an upper-middle or even upper level! ”

Wang Ling still didn't have the courage to reply.

The reason is that he feels that there is something in the mouth of Teacher Guan.

Sure enough, Teacher Guan said next: "Wang Ling, there will be an essay competition in the district in the middle of next month. The teachers of our Chinese group have been discussing for a long time who our school should send over, so why don't you just do it? ”

Wang Ling: "? ”

Teacher Guan: "This time, it was all about your composition to help our school win the championship of the national competition, and I think the teachers of the other Chinese groups have no opinion." People, they are all forced out, since you have potential, then you have to put appropriate pressure on yourself, understand? Teacher, this is for your own good. ”

Wang Ling: "......"

He knew it was going to turn out like this!

……

It was already afternoon when he returned to the playground of Sixty Middle School by the air fairy ship, and Wang Ling was about to go home, when he heard someone shouting on the road as soon as he left the school gate: "A grain of ash of the times!" A grain of ash of the times! ”

"......" Wang Ling turned around and saw a passer-by looking at him happily, it was a middle-aged woman who was taking her daughter home from school.

Judging from the dress of the girl below, it should be Qingyun Yixiao, that is, Xiuzhen Primary School near Sixty Middle School.

"See, brother! A grain of ash of the times! The middle-aged woman squatted down and said excitedly to her daughter that she had forgotten Wang Ling's name, but according to Wang Ling's composition, she gave Wang Ling a unique nickname on the spot.

That is: a grain of gray of the times......

"You have to study like that brother, other people's essays are very good!" The middle-aged woman was excited.

"Mom! That brother is eating crispy noodles! The little girl pointed to the royal order.

"Let's go! Let's buy it too! Eat it! Maybe your shit-like essay can be as good as your brother's! The middle-aged woman was even more excited.

“……”

The corners of Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

It seems that he is really famous now.

Even his face began to be robbed......