"Jiang Wuyang, come with me."

After class, Xi Wencheng took Jiang Wuyang to the office.

On the way there, we talked as we walked.

"Jiang Wuyang, let me tell you, the results of this monthly exam are related to the upcoming Creative Writing Competition. Our school has decided to select the top ten students in the third year, the top twenty students in the second year, and the top thirty students in the first year to participate."

"The school takes this competition very seriously. I've only told you about it, so don't tell anyone else. You must prepare well!"

Jiang Wuyang followed Xi Wencheng into the office.

Hearing his words, I nodded subconsciously.

Xi Wencheng walked to the desk and sat down, and Jiang Wuyang also stood in front of his desk.

He looked at Xi Wencheng eagerly, waiting to see what else he had to say.

Xi Wencheng picked up the thermos cup on the table as if nothing had happened, opened it and took a sip of water.

I was just about to chat and laugh with my colleague next to me.

Seeing Jiang Wuyang still standing there, he gave her a strange look.

"What else do you want?"

Jiang Wuyang blinked: "Didn't you ask me to come?"

"Oh, I've finished what I'm saying. You can go back now."

Jiang Wuyang's eyes widened: Wow~

Xi Wencheng smacked his lips, and finally told Jiang Wuyang, "Practice well for the school sports meet, and do your best!"

Jiang Wuyang: "...Okay, got it."

Why didn't you just tell me this earlier and talk about it in class?

Turned around and left the office.

On the way back to the classroom, I was distracted all the way, thinking about what Xi Wencheng said about the essay innovation competition.

There seemed to be an essay innovation competition in my previous life, and at that time, the contestants were selected from the top few in the monthly exams.

But at that time, she and Ruan Anan were in the same examination room, and no one knew what means she had used to copy her own composition.

She also threw a piece of paper with the words "I've already written this composition" on it into her room, pretending that she had guessed the topic correctly and had already written this composition.

That time, her Chinese score was only over 70, which put her at the bottom of the grade, but she rose rapidly and was in the top ten in the grade.

At that time, she lost the qualification to participate in the competition. Ruan Anan did go to participate, but for some reason, there was no splash at all.

By the way, how did Ruan Anan copy her composition word for word?

Jiang Wuyang was so confused and absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the person in front of him and bumped into him with a bang.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A weak and trembling voice came from the front.

Jiang Wuyang responded subconsciously: "It doesn't matter."

Jiang Wuyang took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the person in front of him.

Just as I was about to apologize, I saw the man adjust his glasses, then lower his head and walk away quickly and cautiously.

Jiang Wuyang turned around and looked at her leaving back thoughtfully.

He hunched his back and looked a little unconfident. Although they were wearing the same school uniform, he looked thinner.

She was the monitor of Class A, Liberal Arts, in their second year of high school. She was a very hardworking girl, but what can I say about this girl? She might come from a poor family.

He is not very sociable and has a timid attitude, similar to Jiang Wuyang before.

Jiang Wuyang tried hard to think about the ending of this class monitor, but there was no result. He just seemed to remember that she went to a good university, and he had no impression of what happened after that.

This squad leader and she didn't have much in common.

He shook his head, threw the thought out of his head, turned around and continued walking towards the class.

"Yangyang, what did Old Man Xi want to talk to you about?"

Xi Wencheng was only middle-aged at this time, but even at such an old age, he was still willful and acted like an old naughty boy. That's why everyone nicknamed him "Old Man Xi".

Jiang Wuyang pursed her lips, and her mind flashed back to what Xi Wencheng said to her: "I only told you, don't tell anyone else."

Get this memory out of your head.

"Oh, he said that the top 20 students in the next monthly exam will participate in the Creative Writing Competition."

Jiang Wuyang told Xi Wencheng the little secret he asked her to keep with an indifferent look on her face.

When Sang Wan heard this, she seemed to understand something. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said with a hint of amusement, "Did he also ask you not to tell anyone else?"

Jiang Wuyang looked up at her, half-closed his eyes: "How do you know?"

Sang Wan pursed her lips tightly to stifle a smile: "Because he told me too."

Not expecting this result, Jiang Wuyang fell silent.

Looking at Sang Wan seriously, the two of them looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'm dying of laughter. Old man Xi is still like this. At the previous art festival, he asked Meng Yanche to perform and asked me to go too. He said the same thing."

"When Meng Yanche and I were paired up, I realized something was wrong. Why did he say the same thing to both of us?"

Jiang Wuyang was also amused and his eyebrows curved.

In my heart, I felt even more anticipation for Meng Yanche, a man I had never met before.

This Meng Yanche appears frequently in Sang Wande's mouth, so I think he must be a unique person.

As Sang Wan said this, the students next to him seemed to have noticed and spoke up immediately.

"Me too!! Last time..."

Jiang Wuyang felt the atmosphere here and felt warm in her heart, which was something she had never felt when she was in Class A of the Liberal Arts Department.

She said that the energy of that group of people was incompatible with her and was unlucky for her! Fortunately, she changed shifts!

The day's classes are over.

There are still many people doing homework in the classroom.

Jiang Wuyang was packing his things and about to leave when Sang Wan called him.

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