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Chapter 50 The award ceremony is coming~
After glancing at the list of winners, Li Zheyu turned his gaze to Tang Yimo, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Congratulations! You won the first prize!"

Both Jin Xiaodong and Ling Xuan froze, and then glared at Li Zheyu and Tang Yimo with hostility.

Tang Yimo raised the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, and congratulations to you, you won the first prize!"

Li Zheyu shook his head: "That's different, you deserve the first prize, you deserve it, I'm just trying to gain fame!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Xiaodong regained his spirits, "At least you have some self-knowledge!"

On the other hand, Ling Xuan became very unhappy:
"Zheyu, how can you belittle yourself like this?! Composition is a very subjective thing. When it reaches a certain level, it is difficult to say who is good and who is bad. It is nothing more than the difference between styles!"

Li Zheyu glanced at Ling Xuan, and said softly: "There is still a difference. Although they are both first prizes, my imagination and sophistication are far inferior to Yimo's!"

With... foam? !
The expressions on the faces of Jin Xiaodong, Ling Xuan, Xia Yanling, and Yan Junxi froze suddenly.

Even Tang Yimo himself was shocked.

This guy... actually called himself... Yimo in front of so many people! !

Jin Xiaodong was about to ask questions, but Ling Xuan took a step ahead.

"Zheyu, when did you get so close to... her?!"

She is your number one enemy!

It is a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the second (5) class. I wish I could pull it out and hurry up!
Li Zheyu gave Ling Xuan a cold look, the masseter muscles on both cheeks were obviously protruding, and he looked very unhappy.

"Aren't you taking it a little too far?"

Like a frightened cat, Ling Xuan just wanted to shrink back cowardly.

"I... I... I'm sorry, Zheyu."

Li Zheyu turned his gaze to Tang Yimo again, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then...see you at the awards ceremony tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"Zheyu, wait for me."

Ling Xuan trotted and followed, and when she got out of the crowd, she still didn't forget to turn her head and give Tang Yimo a hard look.

"This Ling Xuan looks so scary, she is the incarnation of the evil concubine in the Gongdou drama!" Xia Yanling couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Tang Yimo.

Yan Junxi agreed: "Yimo, you still have to be more careful during this time. This Ling Xuan seems to be the leader of the Yufan group. I wonder if the group members will be mobilized to target you?"

Tang Yimo's heart suddenly "thumped", and the scene of being surrounded by them in the toilet some time ago appeared before his eyes again. It is hard to say that the same thing will not happen again.

"I will be careful." Tang Yimo nodded solemnly.

Jin Xiaodong rubbed his nose excitedly: "Yimo, why don't I take you home during this time!"

Tang Yimo shook her head and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, but...no need! I just leave early, and Li Zheyu and I have nothing to do, so I don't think she will do anything out of the ordinary."

Jin Xiaodong scratched his head hard for a while, but still couldn't help asking: "Oh, why did that kid Li Zheyu call you 'Yimo'? He couldn't be... pursuing you?!"

Tang Yimo rolled his eyes at Jin Xiaodong, but his face was already slightly blush.

"Don't think too much, we just met in the community and chatted for a while, who knew he was so familiar!"

Familiar? !

A trace of doubt flashed in Jin Xiaodong's macho eyes, isn't Li Zheyu's label indifferent and aloof?What a sudden sex change? !
Xia Yanling wiped the sweat from her forehead, and complained: "Stop sticking, go back to the classroom! You're sunburned!"

…………

The next day, nine in the morning.

The small auditorium of Qing'an University.

The 2020 Qing'an Innovation Cup Ordinary High School Student Composition Competition Award Ceremony was held as scheduled.

In addition to the 60 award-winning students and leading teachers from various schools, the participants also included members of the Municipal Writers Association and several municipal media and literary magazines.

After everyone was seated, the host came to the stage, and after talking about it, he began to introduce the guests.

"They are respectively: Xiao Shiwei, Chairman of the City Writers Association and President of Qing'an University."

There was a burst of rain-like applause from the audience.

Especially the four teachers and students of Qing'an No. 1 Middle School Senior Two ([-]) class, their palms became red.

If it wasn't for Xiao Shiwei's determination to temporarily change the topic of the composition, this time Lao Wang Bacheng would have to live broadcast upside down and eat noodles!
Xiao Shiwei stood up from the middle position in the first row, turned around and bowed to everyone.

"...Yu Zhongwen, vice chairman of the Writers Association."

Applause started.

The four teachers and students, Mr. Wang, sat indifferently in their seats, and they all tacitly did not applaud.

Even Zhao Ying, the teacher and the students are holding hands, they still think they were fooled by Yu Zhongwen!
"...Wu Tianming, the director of "Ming Ya" magazine."

"..."

"Okay, Xiao Shiwei, chairman of the Qing'an City Writers' Association and president of Qing'an University, will be invited to speak on stage. Everyone applauds."

There was applause everywhere.

Xia Yanling couldn't help but want to laugh because she thought of the old stalk of "going on stage with inflammation".

After twisting hard on his thigh, he finally suppressed the gushing smile.

Xiao Shiwei stepped onto the stage briskly, coughed lightly into the microphone, and the sound of coughing immediately shook the auditorium.

This started his "inflammation" with peace of mind:
【Dear teachers, dear students:】

【good morning guys! 】

[Today, we gathered here to grandly hold the award ceremony of the 2020 Qing'an Innovation Cup Ordinary High School Student Composition Competition. 】

【…】

"Strong, you actually gave a speech without script!" Yan Junxi said with admiration.

Xia Yanling leaned closer to Yan Junxi: "That's right, otherwise why would he be the chairman of the Writers Association!"

Yan Junxi sniffed lightly, it smells so good!

I don't know if it's hair fragrance, skin care product fragrance, or...body fragrance?
He couldn't help but cast a glance at Xia Yanling's fair neck, and suddenly a burst of enthusiasm came over him, he turned his head away, and silently recited "The Story of Yueyang Tower" in his heart.

[This composition competition, through registration, preliminary rounds, and finals, has come all the way to today, and the award-winning students have finally made a big splash and stood out. 】

[They are like young shoots in the forest of literature. Although they are still immature, they have the best future. One day, they will grow into towering trees! 】

[Okay, thank you everyone! 】

Xiao Shiwei bowed to thank him, and stepped off the stage.

"Thank you Chairman Xiao for your wonderful speech. Next, I invite Wu Tianming, the president of "Mingya" magazine, to announce the list of winners for us."

Xia Yanling approached sideways, and asked inexplicably, "Don't we all know the result, why are we still announcing it?"

A burst of warm breath rushed over Yan Junxi's cheeks, and his face was as hot and red as a 40-degree fever.

"Ahem, this is part of the ceremony, and there may be some data analysis."

Sure enough, after the list of winners was projected on the big screen, Wu Tianming took out a manuscript and began to read it.

"A total of 60 outstanding winners were selected for this composition competition. Compared with last year, the proportion of girls this year has increased by 15%, from 40% last year to 55%!"

Someone in the audience murmured softly: "Damn, the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining?!"

(End of this chapter)