The next morning, Ye Yi dragged his tired body toward school.
Although Ye Yi did not continue writing two more online novels, the writing of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" did not stop.
In just one night, adding to the words he had written before, Ye Yi had already completed 100,000 words. Keep in mind that Ye Yi only needed to submit 250,000 words this month, and not even a week had passed yet.
Thinking of this, Ye Yi couldn't help but smile happily, but then immediately put on a bitter face and went to school.
Sure enough, both adults and children have always disliked waking up early.
These days, Ye Yi has to get up early for classes, which makes him a little annoyed.
However, Ye Yi still obediently came to the school gate.
Upon arriving at the classroom, Ye Yi collapsed weakly onto the desk.
Seeing Ye Yi's appearance, Chen Yifeng patted Ye Yi's shoulder curiously and said something.
"What's going on? You look really tired."
Seeing that Chen Yifeng cared about him, Ye Yi couldn't help but speak up immediately.
"Sigh~ Uncle Lian said my parents are coming back this weekend."
After hearing Ye Yi's words, Chen Yifeng didn't speak, but patted Ye Yi on the shoulder.
After all, this was Ye Yi's family matter, and Chen Yifeng shouldn't get involved.
Soon, Yang Zhu entered the classroom with a serious expression.
The moment Yang Zhuyi appeared, the entire classroom fell silent. Everyone held their breath and watched him, waiting for the storm to break.
But the next moment, Yang Zhuyi, who had been looking serious, suddenly smiled broadly and said...
"Come on, let's all congratulate Ye Yi from our class on becoming the representative of Beijing Province in this National Mathematical Olympiad, and also the only perfect scorer in this provincial competition."
After saying this, Yang Zhuyi immediately clapped his hands.
The students below were stunned for a moment, then excitedly clapped.
After all, having a classmate who is a top student is something to be proud of.
At the same time, the students' hearts were in turmoil.
Because they remembered that Ye Yi was still challenging someone to a writing contest on Langbo last night, and he still managed to get first place, everyone couldn't help but give Ye Yi a thumbs up and exclaim: "A genius scholar, so terrifying."
Ye Yi clapped his hands and laughed in his seat. Finally, Yang Zhuyi reached out to suppress the applause and began to talk about some of the class arrangements.
Seeing this, Ye Yi couldn't help but drift off into his own thoughts. He wasn't listening attentively to Yang Zhuyi's words, but instead pondering the national competition.
After all, he knew from his memory that participating in the national competition required entering a training camp, which made Ye Yi somewhat distressed.
Once I'm in the training camp, I definitely won't have much time to continue writing, so I should use these next few days to finish the manuscript for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" as quickly as possible.
After thinking it all through, Yang Zhuyi finally stopped talking, glanced at Ye Yi, and left the classroom.
Since the first class wasn't math, Yang Zhu didn't continue to take up everyone's time.
As soon as Yang Zhuyi left, a large number of classmates surrounded Ye Yi and began to flatter him.
At the same time, they took out the problems they couldn't solve and asked Ye Yi for help.
Ye Yi smiled wryly as he helped them solve their problems one by one. Finally, the teacher arrived for class, and Ye Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
After school, Ye Yi greeted Yang Zhuyi and went to Yang Zhuyi's office.
"Here he comes." Yang Zhu didn't even look up; he knew it was Ye Yi.
"Well, is there something you need, Lao Yang?" Ye Yi couldn't help but ask.
"As usual, we'll be training for a week for this provincial competition," Yang Zhuyi said.
"I know that," Ye Yi said, indicating that he knew.
At this moment, Yang Zhu spoke again.
"I know you're writing a book, so let's postpone this training camp until next weekend. Then the national competition will start right after the training camp. Are you okay with that?"
After speaking, Yang Zhuyi glanced at Ye Yi.
Hearing Yang Zhuyi's words, Ye Yi felt a warmth in his heart. After all, Yang Zhuyi had postponed the training camp for his sake.
Ye Yi immediately assured him.
"No problem at all. I guarantee we'll bring back first place in the national competition this time, and make you proud."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhu smiled and shook his head, saying...
"Alright, you go and study now."
"good."
In fact, the national competition training camps are organized by each province, but since each province only has three slots, several provinces usually train together for the national competition.
The reason this training camp was postponed was because Yang Zhu asked Elder Yang for help, and Elder Yang told Beijing that he could help with the training a week later.
Immediately, the provinces, led by Beijing, agreed to postpone the training camp.
After all, this is a training opportunity for Coach Yang.
As for the possibility that Mr. Yang, the person who set the questions, might leak them, this was not a major concern for anyone, because everyone trusted Mr. Yang's character.
So the training camp was decided.
After finishing his homework at school, Ye Yi rushed home and began his writing career.
After all, completing 150,000 words in the remaining few days is no small task.
Ahem, as for online literature, isn't that covered by the Chinese Poetry Competition?
"Next time for sure, next time for sure," Ye Yi thought to himself, and began typing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" with a clear conscience.
In the midst of these endless hours of writing, Ye Yi couldn't help but think of his dear readers, wondering how they were doing. (Subtle hints coming...)
Finally, Ye Yi let out a long sigh of relief, because he had finally finished 30,000 words in four hours.
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