Under the shade of the tree, the students from Jinling High School were still discussing it.
"And it's also against plagiarism?"
The tall boy unscrewed the Perrier bottle in his hand and took a sip casually.
There are only two spots available nationwide, and getting one in Beijing is a testament to the city's prestige and influence.
You mentioned another one in Jiangcheng. What else is there besides factories? There aren't even three large bookstores there.
I think... there's a bit of exaggeration involved!
"Whether there's any cheating or not, we'll see in the semi-finals."
Another short boy fiddled with his exam admission ticket and pursed his lips.
"Let's see what it's really like."
Those who win prizes through a flash of inspiration or luck
In the semi-finals, where essays are written in a head-to-head competition, people usually reveal their true colors.
If they write a B or even a C grade, that would be a real mess.
The group exchanged smiles.
Less than two meters behind them.
"laugh--"
A crisp sound of gas depressurization suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.
Lin Que pulled the tab on the can with one hand, and white bubbles rushed up from the opening.
He remained calm, tilting his head back to gulp down a mouthful of ice-cold cola.
The carbonated bubbles burst in my throat, taking away the heat and dryness from my journey.
He didn't even glance back at those people.
He pulled down the brim of his hat, turned around, and walked towards the meeting point.
Who is it?
The tall boy frowned.
The annoyance of being interrupted made him instinctively look over.
All I could see was a figure in a blue and white school uniform, one hand in their pocket.
He carried a can of cola in his other hand, walking with a casual gait.
He exuded an inexplicable sense of relaxation, which made him stand out from the students around him who were nervously preparing for exams.
"What's that? The school uniform of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School."
The girl who hadn't spoken until now suddenly opened her mouth, her gaze fixed on the figure's back, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
"What's wrong? Did you run into someone you know?"
The tall boy asked.
"No...it just looks kind of familiar."
The girl hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
"I think I saw it on the list of provincial Olympiad or joint examination, but I can't remember."
"Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School? At best, it's just a local bully."
Apart from that lucky winner, everyone else was just part of the denominator.
The tall boy looked away and glanced at his watch.
"Let's go, it's almost ten o'clock, don't keep the teacher waiting."
...
Lin Que had just walked to the lawn below the Peking University building when
A figure emerged from the shade of the trees to the side and stood directly in front of him.
He was holding a thick stack of printed materials in his hand.
There were also faint dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he had been staying up late a lot lately.
"Lin Que".
Zhao Zichen called out, his voice a little hoarse.
Lin Que stopped and shook the cola in his hand:
"What, are you going to buy me a drink?"
Zhao Zichen didn't respond to that. He took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision:
"My preliminary round score was A-."
Lin Que raised an eyebrow.
A- is definitely above average given that elimination rate.
"It's fine."
Lin Que nodded.
"not good."
Zhao Zichen stared into Lin Que's eyes, his tone filled with stubbornness.
I read your poem "Listening to the Snow" twenty times.
Although I can't see the story of "Fan Jin Passing the Imperial Examination," I've been thinking about it for the past month.
I've dissected all the articles you've published before.
Your choice of words, your structure, even your...
That kind of detached, indifferent perspective that I can't quite define.
He gripped the documents tightly in his hand, the papers crumpling under his fingers.
“I admit, I’m not as good as you now. You deserved that top spot.”
Lin Que was somewhat surprised.
This kid used to be so arrogant, he looked down on everyone.
Unexpectedly, being hit hard made me more composed and resilient.
"but."
Zhao Zichen changed the subject, his eyes sharpening.
"I won't keep losing. I will give it my all in this second round."
Lin Que looked at the earnest young man in front of him and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
In this world where entertainment is scarce
It's quite rare to find someone who's so dedicated to writing.
"Then run faster."
Lin Que passed by him.
"Go report first, or Lao Fei will cripple you!"
...
As night falls, the lights of Nanjing come on one by one.
The treatment offered by Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School this time is quite good.
I stayed at the Zhuangyuanlou Hotel near Confucius Temple.
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