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    The Chinese teacher submitted Wei Shuxun's "Winter Night" to the school for review, and successfully passed the school's preliminary exam. Three days later, it was officially notified that a total of 15 students from the school will be sent to Yucheng High School next Monday to participate in the National Composition Competition.

    Yucheng High School is a key high school in the city. It is said that a high school with a history of a hundred years has produced many famous people. Usually any large-scale activities are held in Yucheng High School, even if it is very troublesome and uncomfortable, there is no way.

    After all, their second high school is a well-known third-rate high school. You can go to the high school with payment, and you can't count on the grades. You can't expect other schools to gather here.

    "Hey, can you give me a few compositions?" Wei Shuxun asked the learning machine.

    After completing the exercise book, Wei Shuxun got a new reward, the answers to three advanced mathematics questions. This function is useful for students taking the college entrance examination. Maybe they can solve the three most difficult high-level math problems, and they can also get a top math student in the college entrance examination. But for Wei Shuxun, it's just tasteless. He didn't even remember the formula. What did the answers to the three questions mean to him?

    "You just give me three math questions instead of three essays!" With three essays, you can easily complete the task - essays are even scarier than advanced math questions!

    "The task reward cannot be changed." The learning machine refused very simply.

    "You are useless at all." Wei Shuxun scolded lowly, the learning machine was neither painful nor itchy, and ignored him at all.

    Although I hate writing, but since I want to participate in the competition, it is better to buy this writing. I heard that the number of words required in the composition competition has always been a lot, so if you make up your mind, you have to make up the number of words, and you need to have a ranking, tsk!

    Xinhua Bookstore is a well-known chain bookstore in the country, but it is extremely unfamiliar to Wei Shuxun. In a trance, I remember being brought by my parents to buy a Xinhua dictionary when I was in the first grade of elementary school, and he never came back after that. Wandering around in a daze, many people stood in front of the bookshelves reading quietly, and soothing music was playing at the door of the store. The quiet and warm atmosphere made Wei Shuxun feel depressed. He didn't even dare to speak loudly here, which was really unpleasant.

    "Excuse me..." Wei Shuxun grabbed the person beside him, raised his head, and was stunned.

    Isn’t this young man in a black coat the one who scare people away the day he and Yan Dongnan quarreled?

    "What's the matter?" The man looked at Wei Shuxun and asked in a low voice.

    “Where is the composition book?”

    The man looked around and pointed to the left: "Over there, the third bookshelf."

    "Thank you."

    Wei Shuxun walked to the bookshelf and saw a whole bookshelf of composition books. You don't need to read the "Selected Works of Primary School", and you don't need to read "The Composition of Middle School Students". "The Encyclopedia of Excellent Composition for the College Entrance Examination", um, that's it.

    Wei Shuxun doesn't bother to choose which one is better, anyway, composition is the same for him. He casually scanned the row of bookshelves in front of him and pulled out the "Compendium of Excellent Compositions for the College Entrance Examination".

    "Wei Shuxun?" A suspicious female voice suddenly came from beside him. Wei Shuxun turned his head and saw a pure girl with long black hair in a shawl and a second high school uniform holding a book to him Come over... This girl looks familiar.

    Wei Shuxun blinked, suddenly pointed at her and exclaimed: "Chen Zixia!"

    Everyone stared at him, Wei Shuxun pulled Chen Zixia down and asked in a low voice, "What are you wearing?"

    General students are indeed dressed like this, but Chen Zixia looks weird. Wei Shuxun was still used to her messy red hair.

    "Zhang Chenshuang asked me to do this, and I was about to go to the appointment." Chen Zixia replied, looking at the composition book in Wei Shuxun's hand, and smiled: "You are just funny Wei Shuxun, you actually bought it Look at the writing paper!"

    "Shut up, don't tell anyone about this. What are you doing in the bookstore?"

    "Buy comics!" Chen Zixia raised the comic book in her hand and laughed, "I want to keep it a secret, but I can't help Xiaomei and Qinqin!"

    “Hee hee hee hee…”

    There was laughter behind him, Wei Shuxun turned his head and saw two innocent girls who were also wearing second-high school uniforms secretly laughing behind him.

    He stood up helplessly and looked at the three girls in pure dress. The school uniforms of No. 2 High School were not ugly sportswear, nor were they any better, with baggy green and white sports jackets and knee-length skirts. Even good students like Zhang Ling are reluctant to wear school uniforms, but Chen Zixia and the others did not expect them to wear school uniforms today.

    "What are you three playing, why are you all dressed like this?"

    "COSPLAY, right?" Chen Zixia shrugged: "Zhang Chenshuang told us to dress like this, saying that there is a good thing, let's go to him now to play, let's go!"

    Wei Shuxun frowned slightly: "Well, pay attention to safety, call me if you have anything."

    Although I bought the composition book, I didn't read it at all. During dinner, I told my parents that I was going to participate in the National Composition Competition. My parents were overjoyed and felt that this was the proof of their son's success, so Wei's mother made an extra pot of chicken soup to give Wei Shuxun a brain boost.

    After drinking the chicken soup, I watched TV with my parents, went back to the room to surf the Internet, opened the first page of the composition in bed, and fell asleep.

    After that, the composition book has been left on the bedside. Although I thought about taking a look at it, I usually threw the book because I couldn't bear the content of the fuss.

    In the blink of an eye, the Monday morning of the competition, Wei Shuxun threw the composition paper into his schoolbag and gathered at the school. The bus is ready, and the participants of the national composition competition gather directly at the school gate, and other students attend classes as normal.

    There are only two students in senior three, Zhang Ling, the study committee member, and Wei Shuxun. The rest are all first-year and second-year high school students. Several of the same grades who often participated in the composition competition in the past, because they felt that it is more important to study fast than to participate in the composition competition, so they refused this competition, so Wei Shuxun was able to participate-although he had a good composition, but after all, he was not good at it.

    The monitor is one of them. In previous years, he took part in the competition, but this year he plans to focus on his studies. At this time, he was walking into the school gate with his schoolbag, and when he saw Wei Shuxun, who was standing by the bus, he cast a contemptuous look.

    Wei Shuxun rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He was annoying at this time. The teacher who led the team happened to be the head teacher. She told the first and second grade students over and over again to "don't be nervous", "make a good draft before writing", "don't write a typo, don't make any corrections", and told the students to play one or two. When I was in grades, I saw Wei Shuxun who was absent-minded and reminded him: "Wei Shuxun, this is your first time participating in the competition, you should also pay attention to it, you should write it after you have written a draft, and there should be no typos!"

    Welcome to the laughter of the first and second grades, Wei Shuxun nodded helplessly: "Yes."

    Second High School is not very far from Yucheng High School, only a 20-minute drive away. After everyone got off the bus, the head teacher first went to get the exam room assignment form, and explained to everyone their respective exam rooms on the playground. In particular, Wei Shuxun participated in the composition competition for the first time, and the head teacher was even more nervous than him.

    Wei Shuxun couldn't take it anymore, took out the composition book from his schoolbag, pretended to be nervous and said, "Teacher, I'm a little nervous, I'll read the book again."

    The head teacher immediately shut up, and the first and second graders laughed. Those who participated in the composition competition were undoubtedly good writers in the class. They were very confident in their own minds. For the first time, they saw someone nibbling on the composition paper before participating in the composition competition.

    "What are you laughing at, Wei Shuxun works very hard, this is the right way. You think you are amazing, and you are so arrogant before you start the game..."

    The head teacher started to nag again, Wei Shuxun calmly held the book and listened. Instead of talking to him, Wei Shuxun is very happy to listen to other people's training.

    Soon the game time came, and the door of the teaching building of the examination room opened. Wei Shuxun continued to be a student and walked to the teaching building with the book in his arms. The head teacher looked relieved: "Wei Shuxun, come on." Then he turned to the first and second grades: "You too, don't be careless, make a good draft..."

    Knowing that the head teacher would still nagging, Wei Shuxun raised the corner of his mouth proudly.

    "Ah!"

    Buried in the book, accidentally bumped into someone. Wei Shuxun looked up and saw that familiar face. "you again?"

    The man was wearing a brown casual jacket this time, and his breath was much softer. He looked down at the composition text Wei Shuxun was holding in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Are you participating in the competition?"

    "Uh...yeah."

    The man nodded, patted Wei Shuxun on the shoulder, and walked away from him. Wei Shuxun wondered, did he mean to encourage himself?

    "Koizumi, how is this school?"

    In front of the office building on the other side, several school leaders were respectfully surrounding an old man with gray hair in a wheelchair. The old man watched the young man come to him and asked with a smile.

    Zhou Quan, the old man's grandson nodded lightly, shyly speaking.

    The old man didn't care, and sighed: "I used to read books here, and there were only two earthen houses at that time. I really miss it! It's a pity that you followed your parents in City A since you were young. I've always wanted you to come and see Yucheng, this is where I grew up!"

     "Grandpa, I'm watching." Zhou Quan remained silent and rarely answered.

    "Oh, you've been here for a long time, is there anything that impressed you?" The old man obviously expected his grandson to like this city and asked with interest.

    Zhou Quan thought for a while and replied, "Nerd."

    What are the advantages of this small southern town, that is, the air is good. Others, the so-called scenic spots, key schools, and city A are rudimentary and unremarkable. At present, the one who impressed him most was probably the young man who was holding a book while walking.

    He doesn't remember the first time we met, and his impression of Wei Shuxun is to ask him where the composition book is, and to look at it while walking with the composition book in hand.

    Ask where the writing paper is, it means that he usually does not read writing at all, and he is probably not good at it. In order to participate in this writing competition, I was walking and reading with my book in hand before the competition, and worked very hard.

    Zhou Quan has a strict personality and does not like smart and slick people. He has always had a good impression of people who work hard. He likes the type of nerd who has to hold a book while walking, like the boy just now.

    People can be not smart, but they must work hard. Even though the teenager was in the bottom, he thought he was amazing.