What kind of level of talent would it take to catch the eye of Teacher Jiang? Qian Lai was a little curious.

"Mr. Guava, do you have any articles published before? I'd like to read them."

"Of course." Hua Rui returned to her desk, took a folder from the drawer, and handed it to Qian Lai.

"They're all here."

After carefully reading Guava's masterpiece, Qian Lai felt more confident.

Thinking back to my university days, I was a frequent contributor to newspapers. During high school, I won first prize in the national essay competition for three consecutive years.

Judging from Guava's writing skills, she was very confident that her own heartfelt piece would not be any worse than his.

"Singing praises of the new city's development, right?"

The flower stamen nodded.

Give me some time, I'll give it a try.

ah! ?

Seeing her calm expression, Hua Rui's smile bloomed again. She immediately cleared a space on her desk: "Come on, my sister, I believe in you, you can save me."

Time ticked by, and the editors gradually moved closer to Hua Rui. Someone whispered, "Who is this pretty girl? Even if she writes it, it might not pass Teacher Jiang's approval. I advise you to contact 'Guava' instead."

"Yeah, what if it's unusable after you finish writing it, and the deadline has passed? Then that old witch will eat you alive!"

"What are you all doing gathered around here? Editor Hua, are we still going to publish the essay column today?"

A deep, resonant baritone voice came from outside the door, and the crowd dispersed in a flurry.

The man who entered immediately noticed what appeared to be an unfamiliar figure in the office, writing furiously.

He slowed his pace and walked towards the flower stamen.