If you are in the darkness and there is a light in front of you, you can naturally covet it, but you have to chase it to the place where the light is shining and not pull the light in front of you into your darkness.

For Fan Niannian, isn't the Han Jinchao in front of her now a light in her world?

And it's the kind that is worth relying on and never extinguishing.

Tomorrow is the game, Fan Niannian, who was lying on the hotel bed in the middle of the night, flipped her body back and forth, she couldn't sleep, and she couldn't sleep well, and those things that once appeared in her mind once again occupied the brain that had long since collapsed.

The corners of the eyes were blurry with tears, I don't know if it was tears or sweat-like liquid covering the corners of the eyes, and the almost dry eyeballs staring at the screen didn't seem to have the slightest awareness, and even the surrounding objects gradually began to become blurry.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, as if she had suddenly figured out a lot of things, and as if she hadn't figured out anything.

Covering her head with a pillow, the whole person was wrapped in a white quilt, the dry and hot air conditioning breath made her breathless, loosen the quilt, take away the pillow, the whole person was exposed to the air, and felt a little cold.

In this way, after tossing and turning for a long time, Fan Niannian couldn't fall asleep.

On the school's side, Xia Wenjun adhered to the concept of being responsible for Fan Niannian, and edited Anqi's happy actions in the creative literature class into a message and sent it to Niannian, and the ringing mobile phone messages never stopped.

But Fan Niannian didn't have time to take care of his mobile phone.

She knew that the man deliberately slammed the door just now to make her think about these things, but he definitely didn't care about tomorrow's game, this should be the first time he brought his students to participate in the capital competition.

It should also be the biggest expectation of Professor Man's life.

It will always be the expectation of the 301 dormitory, and it will be the expectation of Mr. Yan.

Adhering to everyone's expectations, what about herself? Don't you have anything to expect? Or do you have nothing else in mind?

"Ahem" There was a coughing sound outside the door, and the girl on the bed stood on tiptoe and leaned over to her ear, and asked softly and cautiously: "Hello, who are you looking for?" ”

It seemed that the room was too well insulated, and there was no answer for a long time, so she tried to be bold enough to ask again: "Hello..."

"Is everything done? The ranking of the competition has been decided..."Whew, the left chest jumped very fast, because near the competition site, there were many contestants staying in this hotel, and these contestants, like Fan Niannian, were the best selected by various schools in various regions.

Can... Is this to determine the ranking?

Fan Niannian's room is located in the corner of the entire third floor, and there is a large floor-to-ceiling window next to it, and the cold air climbs up the girl's feet along the window.

The white and tender little feet stepped on the shiny floor, and a seat of pajamas that did not fit well was put on the thin body, allowing the wind to swing back and forth.

The words just now are still in my mind, "The rankings have been set, right?" All arranged? ”

Dare to ask when the world has been fair, she is in the room, and only through a wall, the world dares to openly declare war on her.

Didn't he tell her that she didn't have a chance in this competition?

The cool wind swept across the girl's thin body, enveloping the weak heart.

She was furious, and her tears could not be stopped like the last time a dry river flowed, allowing the cold wind to dry her tears.

She didn't understand the purpose of her hard work in the capital, and she didn't know what would await her if she returned in embarrassment.

The crazy pestle was in front of the window, motionless.

"Fan Niannian, go back to sleep for me!" The man's roar made the girl shiver.

"In the middle of the night, do you want to die?" Before Fan Niannian turned his head, Han Jinchao's voice was enough to move the entire third floor.

"What's going on? Doesn't it mean that no one knows the plan of action? In the safe passage closest to Fan Niannian, the man's voice roared slightly.

"That's... Who knew that there were people on the third floor..."The voice on the other side was obviously weaker, Fan Niannian shook his head helplessly, and continued to stare out the window.

"What happened? Did someone steal your manuscript or did someone frame you? "I don't know what happened to Han Jinchao today, and his temper is strangely impulsive.

At this moment, Fan Niannian seemed to understand that a year's time seemed to be nothing more than that, and his thoughts were not empathetic.

How can you really empathize?

For a while, simple tears could no longer express anything.

"Do you want me to win the capital format? It's good to go back and hand it over! Fan Niannian didn't know what to think, and in his mind, he decided that Han Jinchao tried his best to get close to him for his own future.

How could a well-known high school teacher really be so coincidental that he followed him to college and happened to be his instructor.

cough, the other side seemed to sigh, "Just you?" It's an honor for you to participate in the Capital Race, and you really expect to win the championship? ”

Do you really expect to win the championship? Do you really expect to win the championship?

This sentence seems to wake up Fan Niannian, yes, who is she?

A small college graduate, a forty-eight-tier author who has never been famous?

How could she possibly get a place?

It seems that he really thought about it too much, and he went straight into the room without looking back with his bathrobe.

Someone who was a little cold-hearted wrapped himself in the quilt stupidly, and he didn't feel the heat anymore, and he was full of cold wind.

Early the next morning, someone turned over comfortably, touched the mobile phone in a daze, and dozens of missed calls...

He lifted his glasses and fumbled for them to buckle on those peach-like and warm eyes.

"Hey, get up..."The irritable voice outside the door sounded a few times, and Fan Niannian covered her ears and pretended not to hear.

After a while, he ripped off the mask on his face, and the little guy looked at the candidate clothes that he had unconsciously changed on, and he still had the dark gray invitation in his hand.

Really not going? Will it be reluctant?

"Miss Fan, the car is ready, do you want to leave now?" often rides in Han Jinchao's car, and has been in contact with Uncle Guan a few times.

This voice is obviously Uncle Guan's, and it is a little hoarse in the unhurried.

Did Han Jinchao regret it? Regret bringing her to the capital?

Looking at himself and the invitation that had been packed, the little guy opened the door without hesitation.

But he didn't want to directly face Han Jinchao's eyes that looked at death.

"Let's go...", speechless all the way, the little guy followed behind Han Jinchao slowly, and did not say a word.

"How's that going to be there? The roads are all open, right? ”

It seemed that there was something in the words, and the little guy missed a beat, and hit Han Jinchao's back with a snap.

The man ignored it and continued to walk forward.

It's just that Han Jinchao actually sat in the co-pilot, and specially arranged a curtain for the back seat.

Is he really disgusted with her? Don't want to deal with her?

The secret careful thinking made the little guy's heart itch, and he didn't dare to ask directly, and he couldn't say anything.

The black curtain completely isolated Han Jinchao from Fan Niannian's world.

An hour later, the venue for the competition.

I have visited it before, and I have visited it more than once, and I am even one of the long-lost guests in the audience.

Naturally, I started to prepare according to the race number.

Thin pad paper, light projection keyboard, rose red handles and keys, everything seems to have grown on Fan Niannian's aesthetics.

Touching the handle, the little guy's heart fluttered violently.

When he was about to enter the game, he took a sharp breath and gently shook the handle as he counted down the time: "3, 2, 1..."

The audience was silent, almost a national standard action, with both arms raised and half-clenched fists and fingers apart, tapping the keyboard quickly.

The audience and special guests all held their breath and drank water carefully, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

Behind Fan Niannian was a huge display screen, which was full of screens faced by more than 200 contestants.

It was almost a god-fast hand speed, and only half an hour had passed, and there were already contestants who had completed the answer sheet.

And Fan Niannian, the No. 76 player, barely wrote less than 600 words here... It's not at all her usual style.

Uncle Guan in the audience silently pinched his sweat, and he couldn't find Han Jinchao, and now the performance of this little guy is also unsatisfactory.

The video that was being recorded in my hand suddenly shook a little...

Dididi, the timer sounded, and Fan Niannian, who was confused somewhere, pushed his glasses, intending to finish.

The one-and-a-half-hour game is nearing the end here.

"According to the practice of most authors, they will basically complete the creation within an hour, and the remaining half an hour will be reviewed..."

"What about Niannian? Where's Niannian? Take a look..."Several people nervously checked Fan Niannian's location one by one.

But after staring at No. 76, Zhuang Xiaxuan's eyes were straight, "How come?" How could Nian Nian not finish writing?

Jiajia didn't say... And Nian Nian is a real author! ”

"She's serious, now she's not just Fan Niannian!" The tone of the broadcast came from behind.

After participating in the club activities, An Qi hurriedly rushed over, afraid that Fan Niannian would hand in the papers in advance if she was angry.

Now it seems that it is okay, even if she is sorry for herself, she will not be sorry for the gentleman in her heart!

"Seriously? No, it's not like the level of Nian Nian at all, isn't it too stressful? Suddenly, a face that approached almost hit the tablet.

The crowd was speechless.

"Don't blame her, she must have been under too much pressure and didn't play well, but it's really amazing to be able to represent the school in the competition..."

He Jia changed his posture, holding the tablet and deliberately moving away from Hu Ziyu's realization, "Shhhhhhhhhh ”