"Secretary Li, there is no problem with our Zhucun Production Team." After Zhu Jianbo nodded confidently to his grandfather, Zhu Fucai immediately felt confident.
"There is no problem on our side." Xu Qunyi looked at Zhang Qiurui and his nephew. When he saw Zhang Qiurui smiled and nodded at him, Xu Qunyi felt a little relieved.
It's too late to say anything now. We can only rely on the aunt and niece. Fortunately, the older team members who recited the quotations have almost forgotten them. If we let them come today, there will be no hope and we will be doomed.
"The competition begins now." After Secretary Li gave the order, the secretary he brought with him lit a stick of incense and placed it between the two long tables.
The incense smoke curled up, as if adding a bit of solemnity and anticipation to the upcoming game.
The three people from the Zhu family production team who came to compete were a young man, a young boy, and a middle school student. The young man was Zhu Jianbo, the grandson of Zhu Fucai. He looked fair and a little thin, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
After Secretary Li gave the order to start the competition, he picked up the pen, looked firm and confident, and quickly wrote the quotations on a piece of paper without any pause.
As for the young and middle-aged people who wrote the quotations, not only were they slow, they also frowned from time to time, and stopped writing in fits and starts. It seemed that they could only speak but not write.
Afterwards, Zhang Qiurui looked at Xu Qunyi and Mingqi again. Xu Qunyi was in the same state, with a frown on his face. The tip of his pen seemed extremely heavy as it moved across the paper. It seemed as if every word he wrote took up a great deal of his energy.
Even when writing a quotation, he would occasionally leave a space in the middle, as if he came across a word he didn't know how to write.
Mingqi, on the other hand, seemed to be in good condition. Although her speed was slow, she did not stop.
Seeing this, Zhang Qiurui understood what was going on. It seemed that if he wanted to win the game this time, it still depended on himself.
However, to win this game, how many quotations should be memorized? Should we go all out or keep some in reserve?
While thinking in his mind, Zhang Qiurui also started writing and began to write down the quotations he had memorized one by one.
Both production teams brought team members, who stood behind them, staring closely at the pens in the hands of the contestants from the production teams. Even their breathing seemed to become cautious, for fear that any sound from them would disturb the contestants who were concentrating.
The air was filled with tension and anticipation, and everyone's heart was pounding.
Although Zhu Jianbo is young, his writing is fluent and his handwriting is neat, and it is obvious that he is very familiar with the quotations.
His eyes revealed a calmness and concentration beyond his age, and the members of the Zhujia Production Team behind him were full of confidence. They believed that Zhu Jianbo would live up to everyone's expectations.
On the other hand, after Xu Qunyi was unable to write many of the quotations, he saw Zhu Jianbo copying the quotations from memory. The sweat on his forehead kept sliding down and dripping onto the paper, which was instantly absorbed by the paper, leaving a few barely noticeable wet marks.
Zhang Mingqi appears relatively calm and unaffected by external influences. Although her brushstrokes are not as fast as Zhu Jianbo's, they are neither hurried nor slow.
As for Secretary Li, as the referee, he walked around the two production teams. He first walked behind the three people from Zhucun Production Team and took a look. He directly passed over the two players from the Youth and Middle School teams, shook his head, and then walked behind Zhu Jianbo to look at the quotations he had written down.
Seeing that Zhu Jianbo wrote fluently and neatly, and that he had memorized dozens of quotations without any mistakes, Secretary Li showed a look of approval on his face.
He nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the production team of Zhangli Village.
After passing Captain Xu, he walked behind Zhang Mingqi and saw that the little girl was concentrating on writing every stroke. Her handwriting was a little childish, but it revealed a sense of tenacity and seriousness.
After writing each quote, I would pause for a moment, as if to examine myself.
Although Zhang Mingqi wrote slowly, the number of quotations she wrote down increased steadily. It seemed that there was no mistake at the moment, which showed that she was quite familiar with the quotations.
Afterwards, Secretary Li walked behind Zhang Qiurui and saw that Zhang Qiurui's speed in copying the quotations was not only much faster than Zhu Jianbo's, but his handwriting was also very clear, vigorous and upright. It seemed that every word was the same size, as if it was printed, which was very pleasing to Secretary Li.
Looking at Zhang Qiurui's age, these handwritings don't look like they were written by someone of her age.
But the facts were before Secretary Li, forcing him to believe it. Zhang Qiurui also left a deep impression on Secretary Li.
As time passed and the competition drew to a close, Secretary Li walked around the two production teams again, already forming a rough assessment of each contestant's performance.
"The time is up, put down your pens." Finally, when the incense burned out, Secretary Li called a halt.
Zhu Jianbo was the first to stop writing. He gently put down his pen, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He looked at Zhang Qiurui and the other two and smiled, a smile filled with confidence and pride.
In the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, he wrote out 178 quotations from memory. Before that, he had only recited 169 quotations, and this time he broke his own record.
"Secretary Li, the quotations written by my brother Yang and Uncle Zhou do not need to be counted. I have written down everything they wrote. You can just use the quotations I wrote as the criteria for judgment." At this time, Zhu Jianbo was quite confident. He picked up the paper of quotations he had written and handed it to Secretary Li with both hands.
"Please check it, Secretary Li." On the other side, Zhang Qiurui collected the papers of quotations written by Xu Qunyi, Mingqi and himself, and handed them to Secretary Li with both hands.
"Xiao Li, you check the Zhu Village Production Team, and I will check the Zhangli Village Production Team." Secretary Li took the papers handed over by the two people and distributed them to Xiao Li next to him. He sat on a bench beside them, ready to start reviewing them carefully.
Secretary Li directly skipped the quotations written by Xu Qunyi and Zhang Mingqi, and picked up the paper written by Zhang Qiurui first, his eyes slowly moving over the lines of neat and powerful handwriting.
Every time he read a quotation, his brows would unconsciously relax a little, and he would secretly admire it in his heart.
This little girl Zhang Qiurui not only writes quickly, but every quote is accurate without any typos, and her handwriting reveals a calmness and sophistication beyond her age.
He couldn't help but look at this young girl with admiration, believing that she had unlimited possibilities in the future.
After reading through the quotations one by one, he did not find any typos or missing words, and Secretary Li became even more satisfied with Zhang Qiurui.
After reading to the end, I started counting the number of quotations written by Zhang Qiurui.
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