(PS: When calculating the number of people who passed the preliminary round in the previous chapter, I forgot to count the second and third junior high schools, and the data has been modified.) But don't look back, the harmless data doesn't affect the plot. The following text :)

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Hou Yan's QQ nickname has only one word: Xuan.

Tang Mingyao didn't understand what the word had to do with her, maybe it was just the eye, anyway, the IDs on the Internet were strange, and there were all kinds of reasons.

"I'll ask you a question." Xuan sent a message.

Tang Mingyao: "What? ”

In fact, it's very strange in my heart.,Two people are sitting next to each other.,If you have any questions, just ask them directly.,Why use QQ to chat.。

"Are you in a relationship? And Luo? ”

"Why is the squad leader asking this, to be strict about school discipline and school spirit?"

"No, ask curiously."

Tang Mingyao directly admitted: "Yes." Then he asked rhetorically, "What about you and Lei Yu?" ”

"I haven't had much contact with it before, but today he suddenly came to talk, which was a little annoying."

Tang Mingyao thinks so.

The squad leader has been sitting near him, the two are either at the same table, or in the front and back rows, he can still feel a little wind and grass, and he didn't find Lei Yu leaning over here.

Hyun asked again, "How does it feel to be in love?" ”

What is the problem?

It's very private.

Everyone is not very familiar with each other, how can you ask this, squad leader, where did your usual cold face go.

Tang Mingyao felt that Hou Yan on the Internet seemed to be a little different from the one in reality.

He replied, "It's a feeling that if you can't see each other, you will be worried in your heart, and you will be very happy when you see it." Well, it's actually hormone-produced hallucinations, adrenaline and stuff like that. ”

Hyun: Oh.

And then there was no follow-up.

Tang Mingyao: "......"

Oh, your uncle, he hates this kind of one-word content on the other side when he is chatting online, and he doesn't know how to pick it up, this is the rhythm of directly chatting to death.

He didn't have the heart to chat with Hou Yan more, closed the chat window with her, and concentrated on talking to Luo Wenxi.

It's still comfortable to chat with my little girlfriend, I can say anything affectionately, and I feel like I have endless topics to talk about in my life.

While chatting, Lei Yu came back, holding his stomach with a painful face, and just sat down in his position, he snorted again and jumped out.

I guess he'll have to stay in the toilet all the time tonight.

Tang Mingyao refreshed Jin Yong's Inn complacently, and found that many people had already replied to his post.

Born from this: the author of "Modern Legends of Jianghu" himself? I'll go, catch a wild author, and everyone will come and watch.

Glassy Heart: Big guy, your novel is really brain-opening, ask for a follow-up! Ask for something new!

Tian Qi: Welcome to Jin Yong Inn. All stand and bow!

W Gift: Who is the owner of this building? Why are the people above watching, am I lonely?

Where is it now: idols, worship it.

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Tang Mingyao was stunned.

Why did you come to your own building today? Isn't it a deity?

looked at his information, the moderator of the film and television version, didn't run away.

It's actually a real person.

He was excited in his heart, this is a former idol, when he watched "The Legend of Wukong" and "The Legend of Kyushu Yu", he was fascinated, but he didn't expect to be able to talk to a real person.

He replied in the floor below: "A lowercase, don't dare to be an idol, you are my idol."

Now he is in seconds: moved, crying, the idol replied to me. What, I'm a forum moderator, what kind of idol is it? If you're talking about the number one nymphomaniac in the gang, then I can indeed be called a nymphomaniac idol.

Tang Mingyao's three views have been subverted a bit.

Now where is he, he is still just a networm of the water forum, occasionally writing a little messy articles, and as for his first masterpiece, it will not be published until next year. It turned out that after the idol peeled off that dazzling halo, it was similar to an ordinary person.

I interacted a few more times in the post, and when I looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock.

Gotta go back to sleep, we have to play tomorrow.

Tang Mingyao said in the jar, "Farewell, the rivers and lakes will be far away in the future, and we will see you again." After a few more words with Luo Wenxi, he went offline and called Hou Yan, checked out and left together.

"What about Lei Yu? Still in the toilet? ”

"He went to buy medicine, and he went back first after buying it, and he didn't come to us anymore."

Tang Mingyao nodded, indicating understanding.

This Internet café is very close to the hotel, ten minutes walk, the two of them got out of the Internet café and walked back slowly.

The night breeze of late spring blows, and it is chilly.

Hou Yan wrapped her coat and was a little cold.

Tang Mingyao felt that he should take off his coat at this time and drape it on Hou Yan's shoulders to show his boyish demeanor, but when he felt the power of the night wind, he still decided not to do it.

Why, she's not my girlfriend......

When I think about it like this, I feel very calm.

Therefore, a man often looks straight man, not that he is really straight, but the woman next to him is not enough to make him pay himself. For example, if Luo Wenxi was by his side at this time, Tang Mingyao would express it even if he was shirtless.

The two returned to the hotel lightly, and nothing happened to them.

In the room, Lei Yu was lying on the bed humming, so weak that he couldn't do it. Tang Mingyao asked about the situation and learned that it had stabilized, so he no longer worried, and slept with peace of mind after washing.

The next morning, everyone gathered in the hotel lobby and headed to the arena.

Don't look at the fact that only about 20 students from one county passed the preliminary competition, when the students from the whole province gathered, there were only one or two thousand people.

I don't know what the organizers think, so many students get together, just the accommodation and travel expenses are a large amount.

Enter the exam room.

Tang Mingyao was surrounded by people he didn't know, and he didn't have the heart to talk to people.

When the exam questions came out, he began to review the questions seriously.

There are several questions.

The first one: Write an essay on the topic of one of the four seasons.

The second: write insights.

Third: Tell us about your views on education reform.

Of these topics, the third one is too difficult for junior high school students, and Tang Mingyao doesn't dare to guarantee that he can write it well, mainly because he doesn't have any research, so he focuses on the first and second topics.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to write the first topic, which was spring.

As the old saying goes, the topic may not be new, but the idea must be new and positive.

Spring is an excellent object to write about.

After thinking for a while, Tang Mingyao wrote and wrote in the first paragraph: The plan of the year lies in spring. Spring, when a hundred flowers bloom, is the season when all things grow, representing vitality, hope and beauty.

Balabala, wrote more than a hundred words.

The second paragraph reads: The middle school stage is the spring of life, and young people are full of vitality and infinite possibilities.

This paragraph is written in more than 200 words.

The third paragraph, writing about reform and economic development, is the spring of the motherland. He listed a few data on the country's economic development that he had read in the newspaper two days ago, such as GDP growth, export trade volume, urban population growth rate, and so on, and suddenly raised the height of the whole text, just like the style of a master's essay.

In the last paragraph, write a few more sentences to summarize.

Stop writing and call it a day.