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The county's No. 1 Middle School's sports meet also attracted the attention of the county newspaper. On the first day of the sports meet, the newspaper specially sent a director and staff to visit and planned to report on the sports meet.
The newspaper director had spent the morning watching the games with the school leaders and was planning to head home, but on his way to the school gate, he was drawn in by the content being broadcast.
It was midday, and although no one was participating in the sports competition, no one was taking a break either, so everyone was a little hungry. And the script being read over the loudspeaker was particularly enticing.
"With a bubbling sound, the pork belly trembled and swayed precariously in the casserole..."
"The intense spiciness, the oily grease, and the alluring spices blend and compete with each other in this small space..."
Several staff members from the county newspaper and the school leaders who came to see them off all stopped talking and listened attentively to the broadcaster's vivid and expressive reading.
Even after the announcer read out the last sentence, "Submission from Wang Yao, Class 3, Grade 1," everyone seemed still immersed in the tempting world of braised pork.
The newspaper director spoke first: "As expected of the county's No. 1 High School, even the first-year students can write such good articles."
The vice principal responded politely, "Not at all, there are still many shortcomings."
The newspaper director said, "I don't see anything wrong with it. I just see that it's better than some of the articles submitted by our own writers. The younger generation is truly formidable."
As he spoke, the newspaper director asked the vice principal if he could collect Wang Yao's article. The vice principal was naturally happy to do so and quickly sent someone to take the newspaper staff to Class 3 of Grade 1.
At this moment, Wang Yao was being shaken violently by Niu Ling.
"Ugh, I don't care, I have to eat braised pork! You've promised me so many times, but you never keep your promise. I don't care, you have to let me have it today."
The classmate next to her swallowed hard, "Wang Yao, is the braised pork at your family's restaurant the kind you described?"
"What a pity, I've never eaten it before. Those who have are truly blessed."
"Who has ever eaten it? We've only ever heard of it but never actually seen it."
"I, I, I've eaten it before, hehehe, my mom can make it."
"Tch, every mom knows how to cook, but they just can't replicate the taste of Wang Yao's cooking."
Since Yu Daqiang was arrested and the exoneration announcement of Haozailai Restaurant was released, coupled with Liu Xiangmei's vigorous promotion, not only has Haozailai Restaurant's business taken a step up, but Wang Yao's popularity in the class has also improved significantly.
Those who had spoken ill of Wang Yao before felt a little embarrassed, but seeing that Wang Yao seemed completely unconcerned, they pretended that none of those things had happened.
So when everyone heard that the captivating script being read on the radio was written by Wang Yao, they all started discussing it animatedly, but there were always some people who disagreed with everyone else.
"Hmph, everyone else is praising the athletes and cheering them on. It's just that some people like to show off and write all this nonsense. They're a bunch of ignorant bumpkins."
As expected, this person was Guan Qian, who loved to find fault.
Last time Guan Qian caused trouble, only Niu Ling stood up for her, but this time it's different.
"Who said we can only write about the sports meet?" a classmate asked.
“Exactly, the announcer read it, which means there’s nothing wrong with the script. You’re the only one who keeps babbling on and on,” said classmate number two.
"You call others country bumpkins? You're not exactly sophisticated yourself. If you're so capable, why don't you write one and show us?" said the third classmate.
"It's been all morning, has the radio station read Guan Qian's script yet?" the student asked four times.
"No, I didn't hear that," classmate number five replied.
Everyone chimed in, making Guan Qian's face grow increasingly dark.
In fact, the number of scripts that the radio station can read in a morning is limited, and most of the scripts submitted by people are not read. However, when people single out Guan Qian and compare her with Wang Yao, it seems as if Guan Qian is very bad.
Given Guan Qian's fiery temper, could she tolerate this situation? Of course not!
But she couldn't utter a word for a long time while pointing at the person who mocked her. Finally, she attacked Wang Yao: "You're second to last, what's there to be proud of? You wrote something different from others, which is why the broadcasting station read it out. That's just opportunism and trying to attract attention."
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the students around her were giving her strange looks.
At this moment, Cheng Ting stood up and called out in the direction behind her, "Hello, teacher!"
Guan Qian quickly turned around and saw her homeroom teacher and several leaders standing not far away, and their expressions were not good. Her face, which was already flushed with anger, turned even redder.
She muttered to herself, unsure how to handle the situation. She subconsciously glanced at Cheng Ting beside her, but Cheng Ting didn't even give her a second look.
The homeroom teacher glared at Guan Qian before saying to Wang Yao, "Wang Yao, come here for a moment."
Guan Qian watched as those people took Wang Yao away, not knowing where they were going, but she couldn't worry about Wang Yao at the moment. She grabbed Cheng Ting's sleeve and asked, "What should we do? The homeroom teacher must have heard us. I'm doomed. Please help me think of a solution."
Cheng Ting stared at the group of people walking away, wondering what they wanted to see Wang Yao for. She recognized the vice principal and also saw someone who had taken photos nearby earlier. He must be from the county newspaper. Could it be because of Wang Yao's article?
"Cheng Ting, what are you thinking about? Quickly help me think of a solution..."
Cheng Ting's thoughts were interrupted, and she felt a surge of impatience.
Think of a solution, think of a solution, what solution can she come up with? She speaks without thinking, and after causing trouble, all I know is to ask her to come up with a solution. She's more trouble than she's worth.
Although she was extremely unwilling, Cheng Ting still managed a smile and reassured Guan Qian: "Don't worry, it's just a little quarrel between classmates. What's the big deal? The homeroom teacher is so busy, she definitely won't have time to deal with such a trivial matter."
Although Guan Qian was still worried, she could only comfort herself with Cheng Ting's words: It's okay, it's okay, it's just a quarrel between classmates!
Wang Yao was overjoyed to hear the homeroom teacher's purpose; she had never expected such a good thing to happen.
Last time I went shopping for clothes with my mom, I didn't have any money, so I didn't even have the autonomy to choose what to wear. I had to beg and plead for a long time before I finally bought the one I liked the most, and I had to painfully give up the second one I liked the most.
Back then, she wondered when she would grow up, so she could earn her own money and spend it as she pleased.
Unexpectedly, just when I was feeling sleepy, someone offered me a pillow; the opportunity to make money came so quickly.
"How are royalties calculated?"
Everyone was taken aback, not expecting that Wang Yao's first concern would be this question. But Wang Yao took it quite naturally; she was selling articles, so of course she had to care about the price.
The newspaper staff member coughed lightly before saying, "Because you are still a newcomer, we can only offer you ten yuan per thousand words."
Huh? So cheap? How many words were in my piece again? I can't even earn ten yuan?
Seeing Wang Yao's reluctant expression, the homeroom teacher chuckled, pulled Wang Yao aside, and said softly, "What's so important about money? Getting your article published in the newspaper is such a great thing. Don't be so short-sighted."
How can money not be important? Money is the most important thing!
Wang Yao cried out in her heart, but dared not disagree aloud. She agreed repeatedly and immediately went to the radio station to hand over her manuscript to the newspaper staff. She then received a guarantee that she could go to the newspaper office to collect her payment three days later.
It was only a few dollars, and she had to make a special trip to the newspaper office. Wang Yao was speechless with frustration, but then she thought, no matter how much it was, it was still hers, and she immediately became happy.
When Wang Yao returned to her classroom, everyone chased after her, asking what the homeroom teacher had asked her to do, and she didn't hide it from them.
Upon hearing this, everyone expressed their envy, and Guan Qian was so jealous that her eyes almost turned red.
Of course, everyone envied Wang Yao for having her articles published in the newspaper, not for making money.
Wang Yao herself is already planning to write more articles as soon as possible so that she can save enough money to buy the second most desired piece of clothing.
Although the school is holding a sports meet for the next three days, evening self-study sessions are still required. The first two sessions will follow the regular class schedule, while the third session will be a self-study period.
The homeroom teacher came to the classroom during self-study time and told everyone that Wang Yao's article was about to be published in the newspaper. He then encouraged everyone to submit articles to the newspaper when they had time, as a way to hone their writing skills.
Although the matter had been brewing for an afternoon and most people knew about it, it was brought up by the homeroom teacher, and everyone started discussing it again.
"I don't know what Wang Yao wrote."
"It was read on the radio at noon, didn't you hear it?"
"Who has time to listen? I'm watching the game the whole time."
"I don't know either. I was at the competition and didn't pay any attention."
"Wang Yao is really lucky; even her radio script got published in the newspaper. I'll give the athletes a proper compliment tomorrow too."
"Are you stupid? Everyone is praising the athletes, but Wang Yao wrote about praising braised pork, which is why she stood out."
"Huh? The sports meet, why are you praising braised pork?"
As the homeroom teacher left, the discussion grew louder.
Guan Qian was worried and scared all afternoon, but she was relieved to find that her homeroom teacher didn't take the incident at noon to heart at all. Now, hearing that someone else had the same idea as her, she couldn't help but start acting recklessly again.
"That's right, you have to admit they're cunning. I don't know where they copied a few lines, but they got lucky and the newspaper noticed them."
Hearing Guan Qian's voice, Wang Yao felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know why, but this person always seemed to be picking on her, and she never forgot what she had done wrong. She was so mean and annoying.
Niu Ling dealt with this kind of despicable person by slapping her on the back of the head.
Guan Qian was stunned for a moment before covering her head and turning around to yell at Niu Ling, "Niu Ling, are you trying to die?"
As she was about to retaliate, Wang Yao stood up and blocked Niu Ling, forcefully grabbing Guan Qian's arm as she swung it.
She grew up in the countryside and spent her summer vacations at home flipping food in a wok every day, so her strength in her hands was something Guan Qian couldn't match.
"Ah~" Guan Qian cried out in pain.
Cheng Ting belatedly intervened, saying, "Wang Yao, let go! If you don't study, others will!"
Ha, now it's her fault? If Wang Yao dislikes Guan Qian, then she loathes Cheng Ting.
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