"Have you ever had a history of literary publishing?" Jun Puyu asked.

"Yes, it's a bit old, and I accidentally lost the sample and certificate when I moved."

"Is that the one on your resume?" Jun Puyu looked at Ai Suixin's resume and read: "In 2012, the third prize of the city's essay competition for primary school students, the work was recorded in the city's excellent essay collection that year, and the name of the essay was "My Homesickness". ”

"Yes." Ai smiled and nodded.

"That's not right." A puzzled voice came from the crowd behind Ai Suixin, "This classmate, are you sure it's the city-wide essay contest for elementary school students in March 2012?" ”

Ai casually glared at Xu Mengyao and replied, "Yes."

"Coincidentally, in the 2012 essay contest, I was only in the fourth grade at the time, and I was lucky enough to participate and won the first prize." Xu Mengyao recalled, "Why don't I remember that among the award-winning essays included, there is this "My Homesickness"? ”

Ai replied, "Maybe you didn't pay attention to it at the time, or maybe you forgot." ”

Anyway, Xu Mengyao didn't have a sample magazine in her hand, and because there was a little mistake in the printing of the sample journal that year, she forgot to add the author's name, so it is difficult to verify who wrote this story, unless she can take out the award certificate of "My Homesickness" on the spot to prove that the author is not Ai Suixin, otherwise it depends on how she finds fault.

Ai Suixin and Xu Mengyao are not classmates in elementary school, and Xu Mengyao doesn't know much about Ai Suixin Elementary School, but Ai Suixin knows something about Xu Mengyao.

That is, when Xu Mengyao participated in the national essay competition in high school, she also won the award, and when she received the sample magazine, everyone was very envious. In order to show off her talent, she told the story that she won the first time she participated in the city's essay competition in the fourth grade of primary school, but lost the sample magazine, and said that she cried for a long time.

"Now is the era of big data information, even if the sample journal is gone, the certificate is gone, there are still some clues from the Internet. I just searched on my mobile phone, and I have a question that I am curious to ask this classmate. Xu Mengyao continued to attack.

"Just ask." Ai was sure she couldn't produce any hard evidence.

"This essay is written in the first person, right?"

"yes." She is still a little sure of this article, after all, it was written by her brother Ai in the sixth grade, and she had read it roughly back then.

"But this first person is a boy, huh? Could it be that this classmate is now transgender? ”

Xu Mengyao's question caused others to laugh.

"Can't girls write stories from the perspective of a first-person male? This classmate, is your understanding of literature too biased? Ai shot back.

"I'm just curious. In 2012, this classmate was the same age as me, both of whom were in the fourth grade of primary school, but he was able to write such an excellent essay with such writing skills. ”

"If people who are better than you are questioned, this classmate, is your mind too dangerous?" Ai sneered at each other.

"Of course I didn't question your ability, I just had some doubts, as a girl, you wrote in your essay that you and a group of hairy boys in the small river in your hometown to fish and catch shrimp, swim bare-buttocks, and play with mud barefoot, which is really delicate and realistic, as if you have really experienced it."

"Even if I haven't experienced them all, can't I write about them? This classmate, your literary creativity and imagination are inevitably too barren. ”

"So, the things you wrote about fishing for shrimp, swimming bare-buttocks, and playing with mud barefoot were all imaginary?"

Ai Suixin scolded Xu Mengyao a few words in her heart, knowing that she stood up at this time to expose her and expose her, so for each of her questions, Ai Suixin had to think about it before answering.

"Yes! It's all my imagination, and now you're satisfied?! Ai replied impatiently.

Xu Mengyao's eyes flashed with a sly light, and she smiled and sent her mobile phone to the president Jun Puyu: "I also won the award in 2012, and I can memorize the original award-winning essay backwards, and "My Homesickness", which is only 700 words, does not mention the details of the words "bare-ass swimming". So the president, unless this student can show the award certificate of the year to prove that she wrote it, she is deceiving everyone, and she should be disqualified from joining the literary club! ”

Ai Suixin's heart chuckled, she didn't expect Xu Mengyao to do anything in the details of the work.

She had only read Ai's casual essay once and couldn't remember some of the plots in it.

"I, I forgot! Does an author have to memorize every one of his works? You're deliberately trying to trouble me! Although a little flustered, Ai kept himself calm.

"This classmate, you can forget the details of your work, but in the process of creation, have you forgotten a requirement of the topic selection committee back then, some indecent words that are forbidden in the composition, you can write swimming, but adding the word "bare ass" in front of swimming is a big disallow. Xu Mengyao made a final statement for her speech.

This made Ai Suixin no longer able to quibble, and the classmates who watched around her pointed out and discussed with her.

"Why is this man like this? In order to enter the literary club, you still forge your resume? ”

"It's really not ashamed to be recognized and quibble."

"In front of so many people, you can lie without blushing and heartbeat, which shows that you are usually a liar."

"This kind of person is a scheming girl, we better stay away."

……

"I ......," Ai thought as he continued to defend himself.

Jun Puyu stood up at this time, "Quiet! This is the recruitment site of the Literary Society, not the vegetable market, if you want to gossip and chat, please go outside, don't affect our work. ”

The words made the discussion venue suddenly quiet, Jun Puyu sat down again, looked at Ai Suixin and said, "This classmate, we will accept your resume first." According to the requirements, we will review the content of the resume, please go back and wait for news. Thanks, next. ”

"Okay." Ai agreed casually, pretending to be calm and walked out, until he walked out of the door, he put down all his pretenses and ran in shame.

She understood that although Jun Puyu did not accuse her of lying in public, her resume would definitely not pass the review.

There was just one thing she hadn't figured out.

According to ordinary people's thinking, Jun Puyu, as the president, knew the plot direction after she cheated and lied, and either scolded her angrily, or sneered, or severely reprimanded the killer...... But he handled this matter so lightly, which made Ai Suixin feel like he was being protected.

Could it be that he didn't do that because of Ai's casual face?

Although it is a pity for Ai Suixin to miss the Literature Club, the saddest thing for her is that she was exposed and humiliated by Xu Mengyao in public in front of so many new students.

She was worried that the classmates who went with her today would believe Xu Mengyao's words and would look at her with colored eyes from now on.