"The grand prize?"
Ma Peiyuan was taken aback, and the teacup he had just picked up almost spilled water.
Special talents deserve special treatment.
Zhou Weiguo stood up and straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of his shirt.
"If we're going to break with convention, let's break with it thoroughly."
I'd also like to see if this 'demon' article gets published.
"It will cause a huge stir throughout the province."
Gu Changfeng, who had been silent all along, picked up the purple clay teapot.
He brought the spout to his lips and took a sip of the slightly cool tea.
His eyes narrowed into slits, and a smile radiated from the lines around his eyes.
"Director Zhou has great courage."
Gu Changfeng put down the teapot, his tone becoming meaningful.
"However, in order to protect the candidates, this news must be kept absolutely confidential before the awards ceremony."
Especially regarding Teacher Yan, who gave the child a zero, we need to put on a show for others to avoid making that child a target of public criticism too early.
Yan Zheng gave a wry smile, capped the red pen, and threw it back into the pen holder.
"Chairman Gu, please stop teasing me. I'll take the blame, but this child..."
He glanced at the exam paper on the table, his expression complex.
"He is indeed a prodigy."
...
Jinling International Conference Center.
Lin Que closed his laptop and stretched.
The night view of Nanjing outside the window was still dazzling, but all he wanted to do at that moment was lie down and sleep.
Being both a player and a referee looks fun, but it's actually quite mentally taxing.
Especially the last comment,
It needs to meet the highbrow standard of "profound insight" while also legitimizing the dark style of "The Man Waiting to Die."
I also need to give a shout-out to "Human World is Like Prison".
Killing three birds with one stone.
"Gods do not relieve the suffering of sentient beings, but evil spirits roam among the people."
Lin Que silently recited it in his mind.
"This copy, even if it were used as a description on Hongguo.com, would probably get a lot more clicks."
"Lin Que, are you asleep?"
A faint voice came from the bed next to him.
Lin Que turned over and looked at the bed next to him.
Zhao Zichen was staring at the ceiling.
He took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, looking somewhat anxious.
"No. What's wrong, are you homesick?"
Lin Que joked.
"no."
Zhao Zichen sat up and scratched his hair.
"I've been thinking about today's essay."
He turned his head and looked at Lin Que.
"Although I think I wrote well, I always feel... something is missing."
Zhao Zichen paused, his voice lowering slightly.
"Especially what you said after the exam, 'It's not exactly right.'"
Lin Que, did you already guess the question?
Lin Que raised an eyebrow.
Guessing game?
Is it possible that the chairman told him this himself?
But that's obviously not something you can say.
"If I could guess the question, I would have bought a lottery ticket and stayed in a presidential suite instead of squeezing into a standard room with you here?"
Lin Que yawned.
Don't overthink it.
Literature, sometimes, depends on luck, or what's called a "first impression."
He pulled the blanket over himself and wrapped himself in it, his voice muffled.
"Although it was a lucky coincidence that the question was answered correctly."
Perhaps the examiner just went through a breakup and found your description of Su Wu herding sheep too bitter and tragic.
They might just give you a low score.
Zhao Zichen choked for a moment, then lay back down on the bed:
Can't you wish me well for once?
Teacher Shen said that as long as we can get a second prize this time, we'll have a chance at the college entrance examination's independent enrollment program.
This is very important to me.
"Second prize?"
The sound of Lin Que turning over came from the darkness, carrying a hint of laziness.
"Old Zhao, don't just keep your eyes on the ground."
Who knows, the person next to the one who got zero might be the one who got a perfect score?
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