Entertainment: I became the richest man in the world by copying books

The news of the class V letter group, without exception, blasted out the diving crowd.

[It's the announcement of the literature competition again. We have Wen Hao in our class, which is already equal to the default number one.]

This tone is very jealous)

[Squad leader, ah, if you have this kind of competition in the future, you can send Wen Hao privately, anyway, you are so familiar]

(This tone is very sour)

【@走民淡望浩哥哥, it’s time for you to show off your strength again!】

This tone is very admirable)

[The reward for No.1 is very attractive. It is a rare opportunity to communicate with the expert group, but unfortunately I don't have the ability. 】

This tone is very envious)

......

And when Wen Hao saw the notice of this competition, a short story written by Alphonse Dude, the former f country of the world, flashed through his mind at the first time——

"The Last Lesson"! ! !

This article tells the story of a rural elementary school that was forcibly ceded by Prussia during the PF War. It is the last class to say goodbye to its mother tongue. It shows the humiliation of the entire occupied area and the deep love for its own homeland through the eyes of a child. miss.

Using the method of No. 1 called "I", through the personal experience and feelings of little Franz, the plot and character of the characters in the work are unfolded as naturally but extremely vividly as life itself.

Originally, little Franz was a carefree child, he saw everything so innocently, even the war didn't disturb him.

A child like this deserves a happy life.

However, suddenly he was faced with the grief of subjugation!

What a cruel thing this must be!

His little heart was instantly filled with hatred for the intruders and regret for the wasted days of the past.

This article condenses the patriotic theme of great significance into a daily event, thus elevating an elementary school Chinese class to the height of a farewell ceremony to the motherland.

Not only is the material drawn concisely, the text is concise, the theme is clear, and the structure is compact, but also every paragraph and every sentence closely echoes the title, without nonsense or idle writing.

In just two thousand words, it can be said that every word has an effect, and there is an infinite and profound artistic conception between the lines.

This is a short story by the original author that has been widely circulated.

It has been translated into various languages, selected into Chinese textbooks in many countries, and recited by hundreds of millions of young readers of different nationalities.

It couldn't be more suitable to use this article to participate in this competition!

Hurry up and code it yourself!

As soon as he thought about it, Wen Hao immediately turned on the computer, clicked on a blank document, and began typing on the keyboard.

Less than 10 minutes.

With the blessing of [God-level typing speed], this "touching with emotion" 2 is freshly released!

At this time, Wen Hao's mind also sounded the prompt of the system in a timely manner.

[Ding~ The host created a patriotic short story "The Last Lesson"!Congratulations on obtaining [God-level Translation Skill]. 】

[May I ask if you want to load skills? 】

Damn, it's another skill reward!

Good luck!

Wen Hao suddenly became a little excited.

Because he has [God-level translation skills], it means that he can easily translate some famous works in foreign languages ​​that were originally translated into Chinese in his mind, and re-translate them back to foreign languages.

This skill is so practical that you don't want it!

So Wen Hao said quickly: "Load skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, knowledge of dozens of languages ​​that are mainstream and popular in the world today, as well as a large number of translation skills, immediately swarmed into his brain.

The amount of skills and knowledge this time seems to be particularly huge. Wen Hao only felt a roar in the depths of his brain, and then he rolled his eyes and passed out.

An hour later, when Wen Hao woke up, he found that dozens of world languages ​​were being integrated in his brain, as if they were born with him.

He can easily translate any sentence in Chinese into various mainstream foreign languages.

Moreover, when speaking these foreign languages, it is almost the same as speaking Chinese666.

If he was just a foreign language scumbag with a college English level [-] level before, now he seems to be a master of multilingualism.

He is also likely to be the language master who knows the most foreign languages ​​in the world!

Only then did Wen Hao realize the power of [God-level translation skills].

After calming down, Wen Hao quickly clicked on the submission link of the short story contest, filled in his personal entry information, uploaded the file in a hurry, and finally submitted the application!

Seeing the "registration successful" prompt popping up on the computer screen, Wen Hao breathed out lightly.

Then he picked up his mobile phone, and replied to that classmate of Aite in the V-letter group in a vicious way——

[I just signed up for the competition! 】

At this time, the group that was originally lively was suddenly quiet.

But immediately, the group became more lively...

【Ah... Brother Hao, are you Tianxiu? It hasn't been an hour since the announcement was released, and you uploaded your work and signed up! ! ! 】

[You are so handsome, does your family know? 】

[When can I be as beautiful as you]

【Old ladies don't even think you're too beautiful】

【Suddenly looking back, I didn't expect you to be so good】

【Please don't show again】

【Among thousands of people, you are the most beautiful】

【The successor of socialism is your best】

【Welcome to Sichuan University Reality Show】

Hahaha, I didn't realize that the students had such a funny side.

Wen Hao couldn't help showing a knowing smile at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, his stomach growled.

Seeing that it was past 8:[-] p.m., I went to find something to eat outside the community first.

After eating, come back and continue to code!

......

At this time, the girls' dormitory.

Si Junjun looked at the teasing of Wen Hao in the class V-letter group.

A smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

But then, she also felt a little uncomfortable.

The last time she plucked up the courage to deliver breakfast to Wen Hao in public, she had actually shown her love for Wen Hao.

However, it seems that Wen Hao didn't react at all afterwards.

Does he mean nothing to himself?

Si Junjun recalled the time spent with Wen Hao in Kyoto.

It seemed that he was really just being polite to her.

Even if the goodwill is shown, it seems that it is only the kind between friends.

Si Junjun suddenly felt a little frustrated.

She really wanted to find Wen Hao, so she asked directly, do you have feelings for me?

But the reservedness and self-esteem of a girl does not allow her to do this.

Wen Hao, although you are very good, I am not bad either!

At this moment, Si Junjun decided to bury her throbbing towards Wen Hao deeply in her heart.

......

When Wen Hao returned to Narada Garden after eating, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator and was about to open the door to enter the house, a figure suddenly came towards him.

As soon as Wen Hao's body reacted subconsciously, he fell over his shoulder and threw the visitor to the ground...

Chapter 59

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A soft, crying voice came from the ground.

Well, Wen Hao took a closer look at the figure lying on the ground, and found that it turned out to be a sweet-looking girl.

At this time, a faint smell of alcohol came from her.

Looks like a drunk girl!

Wen Hao's fall was a bit heavy, the girl whimpered and tried to stand up by herself but failed.

Wen Hao felt a little embarrassed, and hurried over to help the girl up.

After the girl stood up, she shook off Wen Hao's supporting hand, looked angry, looked at Wen Hao with drunken eyes and shouted:

"Who are you and why are you opening the door of my house just now?"

Wen Hao was a little ashamed when he heard that.

hello, is this my home?

"Also, you dare to hit me! Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

"Whoa, my butt hurts!"

"I want to call the police, you thief not only tried to break into my door, but also beat me!"

The girl staggered and wanted to take out her mobile phone from her small satchel.

Wen Hao was a little speechless looking at this sweet-looking girl with a bit of a savage temper.

Finally, he said helplessly: "Miss, this is my house, you made a mistake!"

"Which floor do you live on, I'll take you back!"

"Hey, who is your name Miss? Your whole family is Miss. I have a name. My name is Ouyang Zixuan!"

"Okay, Ms. Ouyang, may I ask which floor you live on, and I'll take you back!"

For this kind of unruly and willful eldest lady, Wen Hao has no affection at all.

"You thief, you want to go to my house to steal something."

"I'm going to call the police!"

Ouyang Zixuan finally took out her mobile phone from her small satchel.

"I'll call now."

However, at this time, Ouyang Zixuan staggered suddenly, her body lost its center of gravity, her forehead hit the wall next to her without warning, and with a "bang", she passed out.

Fortunately, Wen Hao hugged him quickly, otherwise another fall would be enough.

Wen Hao looked at the girl fainted in her arms, a little speechless.

Fuck, am I going to be a good person again today?

It seems that there is never any reward for being a good person!

Besides, this savage girl doesn't seem to be easy to serve!

Forget it!

Wen Hao decided to take the girl home for a night after going through a lot of psychological entanglement.