Chapter 44 Competition
"So, the reason you prepared so much information is..."
"Hey, I put a lot of effort into finding out the judges' preferences. Of course, there's more to it than that. From big things like the teachers' family status and feng shui taboos to small things like which kindergarten your grandson should attend and which kids you have conflicts with, anything you can think of, I've got it all for you!"
“…” No, he couldn’t think of that much.
Zhou Yang flipped through the two documents on the top, and sure enough, they were gossip about teacher Zheng Guoqian's premature love in middle school, and teacher Xu Liangwei's several fights with his friends in kindergarten, as well as the reasons for the fights.
By the way, Teacher Xu Liangwei is thin and small, and you can't tell that he was a feared "ghost-fearing" person in kindergarten. His fighting record is the highest in the past ten years at Yuxiao Kindergarten in Mingdong District, Qianshan City.
Realizing that his thoughts had been led astray by Song Xuhong, Zhou Yang shook off his wild thoughts. "So, are you sure you want me to participate in the competition, and not join some pyramid scheme scam?"
"Ah?" Song Xuhong took two seconds to react, then began clutching his chest and pretending to be serious. "You...how could you hurt me like this? Do you know how much effort and hard work I put into getting this information? You heartless little bastard!"
Zhou Yang felt that this poor acting was an insult to his eyes. "Then please spend the same amount of effort and energy to move the information back. I don't need it!"
"Ah, why?" Song Xuhong felt a little aggrieved.
Zhou Yang rubbed his forehead wearily. "I'm going to participate in a competition, not to get my household registration. Besides, we don't have much space here. If we pile up this much information, clients will think we're a gossip detective agency! Besides, if our competitors find out about this, do you think the judges won't know?"
“…”
Song Xuhong: "Don't worry, all this information will be destroyed before twelve o'clock."
Zhou Yang held him down, pulled out a few records of several teachers' life achievements, and put them aside: "You can take a look at these, you can take the others away!"
There is nothing special about these documents, and they can be found online, but they are more organized than those on the Internet. They are classified by year and even some user feedback and expert evaluations at the time are sorted together.
Seeing that his hard work for a day and a half was finally paying off, Song Xuhong cheered up again. "Leave all the finishing work for that hotel game to me, and you'll just focus on preparing for the competition. From today on, I'll be your solid backer, your learning haven, your logistical support, and your safe haven. In short, you must focus on preparing for the competition, no matter how hard you try, even if it means drilling a hole in the wall to steal light!"
"……oh."
"But you also need to balance work and rest. For example, right now, you can put the information on hand aside for a while."
“???”
"Fill out the registration form first. We got the news late, and the registration closes the day after tomorrow."
Zhou Yang took the application form handed to him by Song Xuhong and took a look at it. It was not a big deal. He just needed to fill in some basic information and honors, and submit the supporting documents together with the application form.
"Does the registration form need to be submitted to An Xia?" Zhou Yang glanced at the small words at the bottom and asked.
"Yes, submit the registration form to An Xia. The preliminary round entries must include a design prototype and a user analysis, which should be sent directly to the OMH dedicated email address. For the semi-finals, only the final game program will be submitted. Four experts and fifty random members of the public will experience and vote on the results, with the experts accounting for 60% and the public accounting for 40%. For top designers, while the public's experience may vary, the gap isn't huge, and sometimes it even depends on luck. However, expert scores can vary greatly. They are more knowledgeable and have a more professional perspective. Therefore, each expert may give you a high or low score, which determines your success or failure."
Song Xuhong had been working at Anxia for several years, and he was no fool. He understood some of the twists and turns better than Zhou Yang. Aside from their first meeting, Zhou Yang had rarely seen him speak so seriously.
"Submitting the preliminary round items directly to the OMH email address? As far as I know, the OMH company email address is a public mailbox that all internal employees can log into. Then the competition..."
Song Xuhong understood what he meant and said, "I've been curious about this before, and my senior brother explained it to me yesterday. Both OMH and MK have developed a new type of mailbox that's not available on the market. The mailbox management is four-layer encrypted. Only when four professional judges open the mailbox together can they see the contents. This is safer than some previous competitions. OMH is more advanced. On the surface, the mailbox remains unchanged, but the internal program has changed. If anyone other than the four experts opens the contestant's email, the program will automatically sound an alarm. This can also catch those shameless people who want to steal other people's designs."
The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Yang helped Song Xuhong carry a large pile of information downstairs. It was almost noon, so the two ordered takeout and had a meal.
However, there is an essential difference between those who have girlfriends and those who are single. After a while, Song Xuhong's girlfriend called and asked about her boyfriend's meal problem.
"My girlfriend is too clingy, I can't stand it. We had three meals a day together including this morning in the past few days. But I didn't have this meal with her, and she started asking me all kinds of questions. It's really a headache." Song Xuhong often receives calls from his girlfriend in the studio. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now that he has become familiar with Zhou Yang, he always shows his affection and stirs up hatred intentionally or unintentionally.
"...Don't make me slap you in the middle of the day."
"Even if you slap me, I'll still say this. Really, having a girlfriend is all about eating regularly, not having stomach problems, being reminded every day to drink water to avoid kidney stones, being soft to cuddle and having someone warm your bed, and having someone to help manage your finances so they don't waste money. Everything else is just a bunch of drawbacks! Unlike you, you're free without a girlfriend. Even after lunch, no one invites you to dinner. You should lose more weight. Look at you, you're as thin as a clothesline. You're saving so much fabric..."
"...You can go later!" Zhou Yang interrupted him.
"Where are you going?"
"Go to Anxia and hand in my registration form."
"No, the reason I told you to hand it in tomorrow instead of today is very simple. I don't want to join Anxia either. I happen to have an appointment with my senior brother tomorrow, so it would be best if I could ask him to hand it in."
"You go and hand it in."
"What's the point? I was just being mean. I really didn't mean to mock you for being single!"
"I didn't pay any attention to it."
"and you……"
"I'm a black belt in Taekwondo, so if we get into a fight it's going to be very hard to stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuhong disappeared like a flash of smoke, and Zhou Yang's registration form also disappeared with it.
"bite--"
Zhou Yang's mobile phone was right next to the table. He took a glance and saw the message floating on the floating window.
Lin Qiyuan: Let's have dinner together tonight? There's a good Yunnan restaurant at xxx.
Zhou Yang regretted that he had kicked the person out too quickly. If Song Xuhong had been a step later, he would have realized that even though he was a single guy, there were still people who wanted to have dinner with him.
*
It was still early when Song Xuhong arrived at Anxia, and most of the employees had not yet come to work. He ordered a Starbucks American coffee and drank it while waiting.
A quarter after two o'clock, Song Xuhong rushed to the reception desk on the second floor, which had been temporarily converted into a registration office, with three people collecting information.
Fortunately, he didn't know any of the three people.
Although Anxia is a large company, Song Xuhong has worked there for several years and knows many people. If he meets an acquaintance, it will be embarrassing. Secondly, if he happens to run into someone with whom he has a grudge, Zhou Yang will not have any chance at all.
The staff member in the middle was a friendly young lady. She looked at the photo on the registration form, then at Song Xuhong. "Sir, don't edit the photo too hard to distort it! You look very different from the photo."
Song Xuhong retracted his thought that the young lady looked kind. A pretty face is always kind, but it's her eyes that are saying, "You are ugly, don't you know what you are doing?"
Song Xuhong: "...I submitted the registration form on behalf of my friend."
Young lady: "I'm sorry, no matter who you are, you can't edit photos like this."
Song Xuhong felt that his friend Zhou Yang was insulted. Even as a straight man, he felt that the boy in the photo was not even one-fifth as beautiful as Zhou Yang himself, and he was even accused of photoshopping the picture. Who could he tell about this grievance?
Song Xuhong made a video call. Zhou Yang was typing in front of the computer. He was wearing a pair of plain glasses, and his handsome face had a bit of a gentlemanly look.
It is said that serious men are the most handsome. His face, which is already so handsome that it infuriates everyone, becomes even more handsome from all angles with a focused expression.
More importantly, the camera was focused on the young lady. Zhou Yang raised his head, his long eyelashes flickering, and was visibly taken aback when he saw the strange girl: "Sister-in-law had plastic surgery?"
Song Xuhong's voice came: "What are you talking about? She's not your sister-in-law, she's the lady at the registration office. You need to prove your identity before you can submit the registration form."
After that, he hung up the phone and asked the young lady, "Is it okay now?"
"But...it's okay, it's...okay!" The young lady's face flushed red, and she spoke excitedly and incoherently.
Although it wasn't smooth sailing, Song Xuhong finally submitted the registration form and left the company happily, deciding to let the Taekwondo master who wanted to beat him go to work alone.
*
At the registration office, Zhang Mingfeng looked at Song Xuhong's departing back, sneered, and walked into the registration office leisurely.
The three staff members immediately stood up: "Hello, Brother Zhang!"
Zhang Mingfeng nodded and casually picked up a few registration forms. "These people are considered special talents. I will submit the forms separately. You have worked hard. Keep up the good work. The deadline is almost the day after tomorrow."
The author has something to say: I am too tired today, so there may not be a second update. I will continue to work hard tomorrow, muah
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