After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Keeping this useful information in mind, Lu Qingfeng then checked the schedule of the New Concept Writing Competition.

It’s actually simpler than I thought.

The competition is divided into two stages: preliminary round and semi-final.

For the preliminary round, please submit an essay of 5,000 words or less directly to Mengya Magazine, with no limit on the number of entries.

If you have the ability, you can submit ten articles.

Of course, it is not allowed to submit the same manuscript to multiple platforms, and the most basic requirement is that it has not been published on other platforms.

The review period for the preliminary round will last for three months. During this period, some excellent works will be published in Mengya Magazine and receive royalties.

The rematch will be held in Shanghai where the first and second place winners from the region will participate.

Han Han's piece "Seeing People in a Cup" was written during the semi-finals.

While checking these, Lu Qingfeng also discovered a piece of good news.

If you win honors in this kind of national competition, there is a certain chance that you will be specially recruited by a university.

For him, this was undoubtedly a ray of hope.

Lu Qingfeng knew that if he took the college entrance examination normally, he would have no chance of going to college in his lifetime.

He had some regrets in this regard in his previous life, so if possible, he still wanted to make up for this little regret.

It has been decided to add one more to the medium and long-term plan.

Get admitted to a university through writing.

Lu Qingfeng set another goal for himself and then returned the phone to Teacher Chen.

"If you have any questions, you can come to me later. I'm rooting for you. Come on."

Teacher Chen encouraged him with a smile.

"Teacher Chen is a very good person."

Lu Qingfeng thought silently as he said goodbye and left.

When he returned to the classroom, before he could sit down, two of his best friends came over and pulled him out again.

"what happened?"

He looked at his two friends in confusion.

"Are you going to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition?"

The person who spoke was a boy with a few pimples on his face and a standard student-style haircut. He was also the boy nicknamed Monkey in the trio.

"How do you know?"

Lu Qingfeng was very surprised. He had just come out of the office, and the news spread as fast as the mysterious organization in the village.

"Zhou Jing came back and said you went to see Teacher Chen to participate in the New Concept Writing Competition. Is that true?"

Liu Xin kept looking him up and down. He always felt that his friend seemed like a different person after the weekend.

He has been reading time-travel novels recently and is therefore considering the possibility in this regard.

Zhou Jing is the girl who went to the office to hand in her homework. She is also the Chinese class representative and one of the few top students in the class.

Memories emerged in Lu Qingfeng's mind.

After searching deeper, I found some amazing things.

This girl was the leader of the original group's fan group in the class before the group collapsed.

She is a standard little fan girl.

I've done things like bringing him breakfast, saving money to buy him birthday presents, and tutoring him for free.

It’s not difficult to understand either.

Young people have always been the main force in chasing stars.

Although the original body had poor academic performance, he was good-looking at that time and had the bonus of an idol filter, so he was also a popular figure on campus.

However, starting from the second year of high school, as the star's light dimmed and the star's shell was stripped off, Zhou Jing and her gang became the most ruthless group of people who took advantage of others' misfortunes.

Perhaps it was because of the deep love and deep hatred, or perhaps it was because he denied the dark history of being his fan.

He was in a bad situation and was isolated in class, mostly because of these people.

Lu Qingfeng felt helpless.

He didn't want to hide the fact that he participated in the New Concept Writing Competition, but he also didn't want to make it known to everyone.

It's easy to understand that with his grades being the last in the grade, if people knew about this, they would just laugh at him for overestimating his abilities.

Young people of this age will not hide anything like adults, they will just be more direct.

Look at the two best friends, looking at me with a look that says 'bro, are you kidding me'.

What could Lu Qingfeng say?

You can't say that you have a world of cultural heritage to back you up and that you have nothing to fear.

He said helplessly.

"Didn't Teacher Chen also say that we are encouraged to participate? I just want to give it a try."

He pushed the two of them away and returned to the classroom.

"That would really cause me trouble, and I'd have to depend on Zhou Jing and her group for what they'd do."

Hou Xiaobing followed him muttering to himself.

But Liu Xin grabbed him and whispered in his ear mysteriously.

"Don't you find it strange?"

"what?"

Hou Xiaobing looked at him in confusion.

"Given Afeng's personality, would he be the type to participate in New Concept Composition?"

Hou Xiaobing thought for a moment and said, "Of course not."

They were admitted together with Lu Qingfeng and attended the same junior high school, so they knew him better.

The previous Lu Qingfeng didn’t know how to do it because he didn’t have time; the current Lu Qingfeng doesn’t know how to do it because his heart is dead.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

He glanced at the tall and strong boy and told the Riddler to get out of Gotham.

"so……"

Liu Xin looked around like a thief before speaking.

"Afeng has changed so much, it's very likely that he is no longer Afeng. He has been taken over by someone who traveled through time."

"That's how it's written in novels, and the protagonist's friends and best friends can't even see it."

"But I'm smart, I saw it right away."

As he said this, he looked very proud.

Hou Xiaobing looked at him with eyes that showed concern for a mentally retarded child.

"Zhuangzhuang, look, the brain that was deposited at the beginning of the novel hasn't been retrieved yet."

"Don't watch it anymore. Your brain is small to begin with, and if you keep watching it, it will shrink like a raisin."

He patted his shoulder and left.

Liu Xin scratched his head, wondering if he had guessed wrong.

From now on, when I read novels, I can’t keep the beginning in my mind.

……

When Lu Qingfeng returned to the classroom, as expected, he attracted everyone's attention.

Don't blame them.

No. 3 Middle School is not a key high school, and its admission rate is neither high nor low.

Naturally, there are no talented students like those who are the top students in the city or those who are the top students in mathematics.

Many people may not have heard of the national competition such as New Concept Writing, let alone participated in it.

To give you a number, the New Concept Composition has only about 40,000 participants every year since its development.

On average, there are less than seventy people in each city.

So it’s not surprising that no one from No. 3 Middle School participated in the competition.

In this situation, a person with poor academic performance said he wanted to give it a try.

Does anyone think he is awesome?

will not.

People will just think that he is overestimating his own abilities and trying to attract attention.

Coupled with the isolation atmosphere that has already formed in Class 2, it feels like adding insult to injury.

Lu Qingfeng didn't care and there was nothing to be angry about.

He was just implementing his plan step by step, and success or failure was not determined by these people's attitude towards him.

Instead of being mentally exhausted by other people’s attitudes, it is better to do your best.

He sat back on the stool calmly.

"Some people are so shameless. If it were me, I wouldn't have the courage to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition if I ranked last in the class. If I told anyone about it, I'd be laughed to death."

In the front row, the voice of Zhou Jing chatting with others could be heard, full of sarcasm.

Lu Qingfeng looked over and met the other person's smug eyes.

He smiled.

"Thank you for the breakfast and tutoring. I still have all the birthday gifts."

Zhou Jing's face froze. She regarded these as her dark history and didn't want to mention them.

Just as I was about to say something in response, the bell for class rang.

The second class was English, and Lu Qingfeng ignored the teacher on the stage.

Instead, I was thinking about submitting the manuscript to the magazine.