Generation Z Artists

Chapter 16 The judges who were "infected" [Thanks to my good friend Xiao Agua Xinmeng]

"Sit, sit!"

It seemed that Wang Yali really liked Fang Xinghe. She was kind and enthusiastic, and there was even an overflowing maternal love in her eyes.

But in fact, she was born in 70 and is only 30 years old this year.

She pulled Fang Xinghe to sit down beside the bed, then she sat on the bench opposite and started talking a lot.

"Ever since I saw your three essays, I've been thinking about coming to see you every day, but the rematch hasn't happened yet, and as judges, it's not very convenient for Sister Chen and I to come and talk to you. So, as soon as the exam is over, we hurried over. Actually, there's nothing serious to do, I just want to see you in person and ask about your future plans..."

She is impetuous and straightforward, and she doesn't care about the taboo of talking too much to someone she just met, and she starts talking right away.

Chen Danya was more gentle, smiling and praising, "Xiao Fang is so handsome. All the female comrades in our organizing committee wanted to come and see you, but Teacher Yuan Mintie and the others were grading papers, so we were lazy. Then on the way, we heard Zhao Yan and Qi Gang say that you helped them a lot."

Teacher Ye said cheerfully, "That's right. We were in such a hurry that we didn't even think about notarization. Renjun is familiar with many of the judges. If Xiaofang hadn't reminded us, if Han Han really won the award, our credibility would be questioned."

Seeing that the three of them could put on a big show on their own, Fang Xinghe simply didn't respond and just listened with a faint smile.

Until Wang Yali asked: "Xiao Fang, you are so young, how come you seem to be very familiar with notarization?"

Fang Xinghe realized that this was a good opportunity, so he cleared his name in advance.

"My mother left me a small courtyard before she passed away. My uncle wanted to take it away, and I almost set fire to his house. Then when the civil affairs department and my uncle came to mediate, they also notarized it."

His tone was very light and indifferent. After all, it had been a long time ago and he had died once before, so he could talk about it easily.

But to the two ladies, that was irrefutable evidence of Xiao Fang's inner suffering.

Intellectuals are already full of emotions, and women are twice as emotional, so the two older sisters and aunts had tears in their eyes and their maternal love overflowed.

"I know that some people have a hard life, and I have seen many people with miserable lives. But seeing a child as young as you struggling to survive alone, it still hurts my heart..."

"Next time that bastard starts trouble, don't fight him yourself. Tell your auntie and she will help you kill him! Who is that?!"

Fang Xinghe didn't go too far, he just lightly reminded him and took the initiative to change the subject.

"I heard that all universities take this competition very seriously, is that right?"

"Yes, the teachers are now busy reviewing the manuscripts of Group A. If nothing goes wrong, a few admissions will be decided today."

"We are very determined to run this competition well and make it influential, so Peking University will definitely select one person. You will know who it is when the award is presented tomorrow afternoon."

Upon hearing the news, Fang Xinghe felt relieved.

If Peking University is willing to cooperate, then the basic enthusiasm will be very stable.

The unremitting efforts of these newspaper and periodical publishing houses can maximize the dissemination effect. It seems that I can concentrate on preparing the long article after returning.

Just when I thought of this, Wang Yali asked, "Xiao Fang, your level is very high. Do you have any idea of publishing a book?"

Fang Xinghe pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I'm actually writing now."

"Really?"

Wang Yali was genuinely happy: "The collection of essays may be published in the middle of the year, and it will surely be very popular by then. If you can write the book smoothly, you should be able to take advantage of the favorable conditions."

This sister is so straightforward and has advanced thinking. She is worthy of being a director.

But both Mr. Ye and Chen Danya were cautious.

“In today’s book market, young people may not necessarily be recognized, right?”

"Xiao Fang should focus on studying now. There is no need to rush to publish a book. Wouldn't it be better for him to participate in two more New Concepts?"

"It's okay." Wang Yali was excited and confident. "Xiao Fang's face alone is worth 5000 copies if it's printed on the cover!"

Chen Ye and the other man subconsciously turned their heads to look at Fang Xinghe, and then they stopped objecting.

"Too."

"You are good at selling books, this is a good idea." Wang Yali smiled proudly and asked Fang Xinghe: "When will your book be finished? When the time comes, you must come to see me, and I will ask for the best treatment for you."

"Okay, thank you Sister Yali."

Fang Xinghe just agreed but did not answer when it would be finished.

Then, the word "sister" made Director Wang feel dizzy.

Haha. Haha. Haha.

Smirking all the time.

At this moment, in the judges' office, some people were laughing and shouting.

Yu Hua stood up, waving a test paper and said, "How can I get 2 points for this? Why only 2 points?"

He took the test paper and walked up to the teacher from the Chinese Department of Nankai University who gave him two points. He looked at him intently and said, "Tell me, why did you give me two points?"

The teacher didn't dare to look Yu Hua in the eye and replied: "It's off topic."

Yu Hua didn't say anything and showed it to Li Qigang. The latter also thought that it was on topic. So several teachers argued about it for a while and agreed that it should be awarded third prize.

On the other side, several female authors were also arguing.

"With Liu Lina's level, she really deserves a first prize!"

"I disagree!"

"How good is she? I still remember her "Code in the Wind" - now I know that my heart is a set of codes, and the codes became messed up on the afternoon of my second year of high school when he and the wind walked in together. That set of numbers has since become a mysterious mystery that even I can't solve."

Fang Fang said with emotion: "A high school student can write about his or her very secret first love so beautifully and purely. Isn't this a very special talent?"

"I agree that her preliminary work was outstanding, but the semi-finals are just semi-finals, and it is unfair to other children to give out random awards! Wasn't Ding Yan's preliminary work outstanding? Her semi-final work also maintained its level!"

Tie Ning, who was standing by, suddenly raised her hand and held up the manuscript in her hand: "Don't argue anymore, the first place is out!"

Swish!
All eyes were focused on him.

Li Qigang was very surprised: "How can we have a first-place competition? And is there a more talented manuscript than "Seeing People in a Cup"? "

Chen Sihe seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Fang Xinghe's?"

This name seemed to have some kind of magic. When everyone heard it, they immediately put down what they were doing and gathered around.

"There are so many people, I can't keep up... Who will read it?"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Cao Wenxuan, a Chinese professor at Peking University, excitedly squeezed in and said, "I've been a broadcaster and host, and my Mandarin is the best. Don't compete with me!"

So everyone agreed to let him come.

Then, there was a magical scene of a group of writers and scholars listening to a professor reading a middle school student's composition.

When he read the part about "the invasion of civilization", all the tiny noises in the room disappeared.

When he read the words "the children who had been bitten grew into strange shapes", some people subconsciously changed their posture, as if something suddenly felt awkward.

When it came to the sentence "The fundamental reason that determined what we, the wild children who were not well taken care of, would eventually become", everyone frowned, with serious and heavy expressions.

They are a group of people who are extremely good at extracting information from texts. Who would not think of the deeper meaning behind this?

"Wild child" itself is a kind of contradictory symbolic summary. Coupled with the four words "what the hell", it is not only harsh, but even heartbreaking.

As of now, this article may seem plain at first glance, but it is actually as sharp as a scalpel, dissecting a reality that is most common but often overlooked.

A heavy atmosphere gradually "infected" the entire room.

　I saw a familiar friend again, so happy~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)