Shen Pianzhi keenly noticed that when Xu Chen said this, the luster in his eyes was obviously different from before.

"Hmmm......"

She looked away from Xu Chen.

I scratched my head with my fingernails and thought for a moment before I said, "You mean, as long as you're not in class, it's easy to discuss?" ”

I thought that Shen Pianzhi would agree, but Xu Chen bowed his head and said that he probably meant this.

"You'll come to my office that night during self-study."

"Outside, who guarantees your safety?"

She held her head high, trying to make herself appear fierce.

"Don't refuse!"

But Shen Pianzhi's eyebrows were brought together, and his nose was too cute, Xu Chen shook his head helplessly, and had to say:

"Good!"

......

A week passed quietly.

Xu Chen also gradually adapted to the rhythm of life in Xunjiang.

Meanwhile.

Songhai, Mengya Magazine.

Inside the office of the Editor-in-Chief.

Wang Meng put down the more than ten manuscripts in his hand, pushed open his frames and rubbed his slightly astringent eyes.

Zhao Lihong took out a cigarette and handed it to Wang Meng, and said softly:

"The hard work is old, these last few drafts, to finalize the ranking, your opinion is very important!"

He is the editor-in-chief of Meng Ya and a well-known writer.

Speaking of the name, many people may not remember it for a while, but when it comes to who sent the brocade book in the clouds, there is a high probability that there will be a sudden 'oh'.

The reason for the need for Wang Meng's clapper is simple.

Cultural works are too subjective to evaluate.

Among the thousands of contestants, more than a dozen works were selected for the final competition.

In the end, the writing level of these contestants is actually very close.

Now it's time to judge the rankings.

What we look at is whether the main idea of their works can inspire the readership and make them think.

This is important.

Wang Meng took the one handed over by Zhao Lihong, protected the fire that the latter had lit for himself with his hand, and spat out the smoke.

He pointed to the manuscripts stacked on the coffee table.

"The literary background and skills of the contestants are very deep."

"Especially these few copies, if they don't give up literature, the future will definitely be promising!"

One of the manuscripts with graceful handwriting, on the signature, is the three words Gu Yanran.

Zhao Lihong smiled when he heard this.

The significance of Meng Ya holding this competition is simple.

On the one hand, it builds momentum for the magazine and expands its fame.

On the other hand, if there are well-known writers born in this competition in the future, it will be a good thing for Meng Ya!

"But."

Wang Meng stood up and walked to the window.

Looking at the plane trees growing in the bright sun, he sighed:

"I think they're missing something."

"You can see that they are very committed to imitating literary people."

"But there is only one Hu Shi, and there is only one Zhu Ziqing, they almost didn't embark on a path of their own!"

Zhao Lihong wanted to say something, but in the end he looked at the ashtray on the coffee table and was silent.

He also knows that this problem exists.

However, it is difficult to change overnight.

Suddenly, the door was twisted open.

Ye Zhaoyan hurriedly walked in with a copy of the manuscript with a happy face, and said in a loud voice:

"Elder Wang!"

"Lehom!"

"Quick, quick, look at this manuscript, Xu Chen, this kid is amazing, his words are very sharp, and he has written it in my heart!"

"Aren't all the manuscripts almost finished?"

"Where did this come from?"

Zhao Lihong asked puzzled.

"Not long after I sent it, the editor didn't dare to make a decision at all, so he gave it to me, it's well written, it's really good!"

Wang Meng turned around with his hands behind his back, and said with his head bowed:

"Then I have to take a good look at what works make Mr. Ye Shengtao's grandson so respected."

Ye Zhaoyan hurriedly handed the manuscript in his hand to the former.

Then he took out Bai Liqun in his pocket, patted Zhao Lihong on the shoulder and said:

"I originally thought that holding a literary competition would invisibly give the contestants an invisible framework in their hearts to get rankings."

"Limit their play."

"Now it looks like I'm thinking too much!"

Zhao Lihong was a little puzzled and asked:

"What was written to surprise you like this?"

Ye Zhaoyan just wanted to speak, but Wang Meng, who was reading the manuscript by the windowsill, suddenly spoke up.

"Give me a cigarette!"

Zhao Lihong wanted to hand it over.

Wang Meng shook his head and said, "Draw Zhaoyan, Liqun is stronger!" ”

Wang Meng looked at the manuscript and even read it silently.

Smoking a cigarette and looking out the window, his brows furrowed for a while, and he laughed for a while!

After a long time, he spoke:

"Good!"

Only then did he sit back on the sofa, hand Xu Chen's manuscript to Zhao Lihong, and then talk to Ye Zhaoyan:

"Peeping at people in the cup, comparing life to a piece of white paper that is thrown into the water, slowly eroded by the water, like a young man like a blank paper, after entering the society, he is gradually contaminated, and his intention is very profound and sharp."

Ye Zhaoyan laughed and immediately said:

"This is the youthfulness we want, when we are young, we are not sharp, so why should we be young?"

At this time, Zhao Lihong, who was looking at the manuscript, laughed suddenly and said:

"This is written by a high school student?"

"It's unimaginable that his understanding of reality is so profound!"

"It seems that he is the first in this competition!"

After speaking.

He hurriedly edited the members of the review team.

Start an emergency meeting.

In the conference room, before everyone was ready, a woman dressed as an urban beauty came to Zhao Lihong's side and asked:

"Editor-in-chief, what's wrong with such an urgent meeting?"

"The rankings are out?"

Zhao Lihong nodded and said with a smile: "I found a good seedling!" ”

"Girl, is it Gu Yanran, I looked at her manuscript at the time and felt that she wrote very well, she must have a promising future!"

The woman is Meng Ya's editor, and she is also Gu Yanran's aunt.

"It's not."

"It's a boy named Xu Chen."

Zhao Lihong's words made the woman's smile stop on her face.

......

Another day passed.

Now.

Shen Pianzhi was holding a red pen and was changing the stack of test papers that the students in the class had just finished examining.

His hands were sore, so he picked up the mug next to him and took a sip of water.

Next to the cup is the only corrected test paper on the table.

145 points.

Name: Chen Xu.

Putting down the water glass, Shen Pianzhi wanted to continue working, but at this moment the mobile phone rang.

"Hey, Headmaster, what's wrong?"

Picked up the phone and asked.

On the other end of the phone, the voice of surprise came like a machine gun!

"Teacher Shen, come to my office, a student in your class has won the first place in this new concept short essay competition!"

"Mr. Wang Meng!"

"There are also a number of well-known writers who have given high praise to his works!"

Of course, Shen Pianzhi knew Wang Meng.

The expression on her face couldn't help but become pleasantly surprised, she had been with her for three years, and she had long treated the students in her class as younger brothers and sisters.

Now I see them getting good results.

Naturally, it is happy.

It's just that the principal didn't say who it was, and she couldn't help but guess, could it be Gu Yanran who won the award?