The news came out of Vientiane's establishment of the School of Literature and Arts as early as the beginning of the year and was confirmed by insiders, but there has been no official notice on the admission standards and methods.

The news about the essay contest that Zhao Kan mentioned naturally came from the forum friends. The so-called masters are among the people, and Bai Xiaosheng is in the forum. Besides, the superiority of mastering a certain information resource in advance is not shown, and it is as uncomfortable as a hen endures an egg.

So the "insider" gave the egg to Zhao Kan, and Zhao Kan gave the egg to his roommate.

"Everyone can try it," Zhao Kan advised in a condescending tone, "Just buy welfare lottery."

"So, Kanye, you will definitely participate."

"I have been sharpening a sword for ten years, but I haven't tried the Frost Blade." Zhao Kan said in a high spirit, then looked at Sun Xinyang who had been silent, "Old Sun, where are you, aren't you interested?"

Sun Xinyang replied firmly: "Nan Hong and I are determined to take the entrance exam for the University of Science and Technology of China, and then go abroad without considering other schools. Moreover, I can't afford to go to school in everything. I think Jingting can try it."

"Me? Isn't this asking me to play with a big knife in front of my Guan Gong and write an essay in front of Mr. Kan?"

Sun Xinyang smiled but said nothing, Yu Xiaoshu continued: "Does no one think that my writing style is also very good? Don't you read my WC signature?"

Zhao Kannian said, "'I feel like I've lost the whole autumn after breaking up with you in September. Jiang Zi's writing style is not allowed to go to the essay competition? Do you know that Director Kang is a doctor of literature? Are you sure he can feel your sadness after seeing this sentence?"

"What about my words, 'The raindrops on the umbrella are my casual tears. Because my tears are the rain flying all over the sky, the rain all over the sky is the question marks. Is this sentence very sensible? All metaphors are useful."

Liu Jingting and Sun Xinyang held back their laughter and waited for Zhao Kan's comments. Zhao Kan clenched his fists with both hands, and was on the verge of collapse, and roared: "Yu Xiaoshu, you can't do this. Such superficial sentences, and such artificiality in making new words, you can't pass the audition."

Liu, Sun, and Yu all laughed. Zhao Kan also smiled and said, "Generally speaking, we don't have any chance to enter Wanxiang. With this essay contest, the situation will be different, so we have to try it."

"Is Vientiane that good? Of course, except for the bonus," Yu Xiaoshu asked seriously.

Zhao Kan shook his head. Looking at Yu Xiaoshu's eyes, one with "bottom of the well" and the other with "frog" was written. He broke the news in an insider's tone: "The tuition and miscellaneous fees of all things are added together, and it will probably not be lower than this number every year," Zhao Kan stretched out his middle and index fingers, "Even so. Every year, there are still a large number of children from middle-class or even ordinary families who apply. Do you know the reason?"

Liu Jingting continued: "The main student group of Wanxiang is some second-generation students. After entering, they will make friends with two of them and have to work less for several years. If they can become the confidant of some super second-generation people, they will go directly to the well-off society."

Zhao Kan nodded and praised: "Jingting's mind is fast. Boys from ordinary families naturally want to be confidants, but girls don't need to say more, right?"

Yu Xiaoshu learned from it: "Go to the rich, fish for the second generation."

"Although Xiaoshu's reaction was half a beat slower, it was still up to the pace," Zhao Kan said to the point of losing Yu Xiaoshu, and continued: "Who doesn't want to do such a huge investment? Therefore, it is not surprising that Wanxiang has to reject the top scorers in the college entrance examination every year."

"I only know how to read books, which is even more unsuitable." Sun Xinyang said mockingly.

"Since it's so powerful, how can you not recruit students in a straightforward way with an essay, right? It's not the imperial examinations in ancient times." Liu Jingting knew the mentality of a storyteller and asked a question that suited the situation at the right time.

"Of course it is impossible. There should be a series of competitions. I guess we will go to Jianghai to participate in the live competition. I don't know the details. There should be detailed news in the past two days."

...

The next day, the news of the symbolic text spread throughout the country.

The second class in the morning ended, and there was a fifteen-minute break. However, before everyone could go out, the head teacher Tian Bo hurried in. Out of the student's professional habits, everyone immediately turned their eyes to the head teacher's face.

"It took a few minutes to say something important," while speaking, Teacher Tian's hand became a magical piece of paper, "Okay, stop talking, calm down."

The classroom was actually very quiet, but the young class teacher instinctively maintained the discipline if he wanted to create a tense atmosphere and sell an unfathomable secret.

The classroom suddenly became silent.

"Everyone has heard of Vientiane Academy?"

Of course everyone has heard of it and has rushed to agree.

"Yes, it is the school that rejected our provincial top scorer last year. The news I brought today is about Vientiane Academy," a technical pause. "To be specific, it is about the newly established Literature and Art Academy of Vientiane Academy. I believe that you have learned this information from the news or the Internet. I will not repeat it. What I want to tell you today is that students who are more proficient in Chinese and good at writing essays, your gospel is here. The first folk recruitment of the Literature Major of Vientiane Academy will be conducted through essay competition."

Teacher Tian glanced at everyone and continued: "There are four stages in this essay contest, namely auditions, the quarterfinals, the quarterfinals and the finals. The auditions are for all high school students in middle schools across the country, and everyone can contribute," shook the paper in his hand, "I will post this notice to the blackboard later, and you can copy the email address. At the same time, I would like to remind everyone not to be lucky and ask someone to write a submission, because after the audition, you have to go to Jianghai Vientiane Academy to participate in the competition. All of them are on-site questions and writing on-site. Zeng Meiling, Chen Haowei and several other students with good writing skills can prepare well. Of course, there must be some hidden masters in the class, and you can try it."

"I can tell you very responsibly that the leaders of the Education Commission attach great importance to this matter. I hope that someone in our region can enter Vientiane this year. In addition to Vientiane's high scholarships, the Education Bureau and various schools will also have a series of incentive measures."

After saying that, Teacher Tian handed the notice to the Chinese class representative Zeng Meiling, and then left the classroom. The class was in a mess, and everyone surrounded Zeng Meiling's desk, and then bursts of amazement sounded from time to time.

"Wow, a bonus of 500,000! I don't want to study even after getting the bonus."

"The deadline for May is more than a month."

"The food, accommodation and travel expenses for the Jianghai competition are free. If I enter the top 16, wouldn't it be equivalent to free travel to Jianghai during the summer vacation?"

...

When the notice was delivered to Liu Jingting, the morning class had already ended. Because everyone was watching it very carefully, especially many people stared at the shocking bonus for a long time.

After receiving the paper, Liu Jingting took a rough look and saw the school motto of Wanxiang, "Knowledge is Power", and then scanned the schedule. The audition call for manuscripts ends from now until May 10th. After that, the Wanxiang Association organized a powerful expert judge to screen out the top 16 from the manuscript. These 16 people will arrive at the Jianghai Wanxiang Academy on the designated date and prepare for the next three rounds of half a month on-site competition.

The audition topic is a topical composition, with only two simple words: gift.

There is no unnecessary explanation, including word count and subject matter, and there is no explanation at all.

After reading these, Liu Jingting took no more than six minutes to pass the holy paper to the taciturn girl who had been waiting for this day, then got up and went to the cafeteria to have dinner.

As expected, the entire cafeteria was discussing this essay contest. Some people blamed themselves for not practicing the composition well, some were eager to try with illuminated ambitions, some pretended to suggest others to participate, and some frankly said that they would prepare well...

"So, you will participate, too?"

Liu Jingting just sat down opposite Mihu with a rice plate, and Mihu couldn't wait to ask.

"What do you think?"

"Not necessarily, you probably won't take that little scholarship into your eyes."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "Why do you say that I am like a nouveau riche?"

"You were."

“I will attend.”

Mi Hu was slightly stunned, then relieved and said, "Because you don't want to take the college entrance examination?"

Liu Jingting shook his head and said, "I checked Vientiane online and felt it suited my taste. The integration of East-West education characteristics is done well, the faculty is even more powerful and dazzling, and the campus scenery is also beautiful. It is said that their auditorium is listed as one of the ten new scenic spots in Jianghai. How rich do this school need to be able to do this?"

"The students on the eighth floor are all rich children. It is said that they change their mobile phones more frequently than toothpaste. Are you sure you are really adapting?"

“These are all superficial things.”

Mi Hu stared at Liu Jingting for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "You are not because of the faculty, the campus scenery, you are because their student apartment is mixed with men and women, right?"

"ah?"

"Stop pretending to be garlic. What else can you guys have in your mind besides thinking about these things?"

"I said to Hu Xiaomi, are you thinking too complicated? The so-called mixing is just sharing a living room. Don't office workers rent such single rooms now?"

Mi Hu ignored it and continued to say angrily: "Don't be so confident. You are very good at writing martial arts, but this essay contest is different. What they need is traditional articles. If you are going to vote for martial arts, 90% of them will be out of reach, so you can collect it as soon as possible."

"I understand."

Mi Hu still felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He just instinctively resisted Liu Jingting's desire to go to Wanxiang. After a while, he said leisurely: "Wanxiang is the most shining aristocratic academy in the country, the ivory tower that countless people dream of, but it is also a world of flowers."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "Then isn't it a more colorful world when you go to the United States?"

"So you're taking revenge on me?"

Liu Jingting shook his head and said, "How is that possible? I am really curious. Last night, I heard Zhao Kan mention Vientiane. I searched online and saw that the election of their student union president was actually an imitation of the US presidential election. This is so interesting and tempting. I must check it out."

Mihu was still in a low mood. Liu Jingting suddenly reached out and patted the back of her hand and whispered: "You always have to believe me, otherwise how can you continue to have a transnational love in the next few years?"

Mihu pouted, no longer obsessed with this question, and said, "Mom promised you to accompany me to take the exam."

"That's great, how did you convince her?"

"I told her that if you don't go, I won't go."

"high."

...

Throughout the afternoon, the students were silent in the news of the symbolic essay. The students who were about to give it a try had already begun to conceive articles about "gifts". They looked up and pondered, and wrote and painted, muttered words in their mouths, and their eyes were filled with divine light.

Liu Jingting also began to search for related articles in the vast book. Since there was no explanation in the essay contest notice, it was the subject matter, word count, and intention;

They only gave it more than a month, which means that the article doesn’t need to be too long;

To sum up, it is a short and medium-length story about gifts.

The books in Liu Jingting's mind flashed quickly in front of his eyes like a slide. Just as he was about to have a look, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound from the podium, and was shocked.

"I know what you are doing?"

The middle-aged math teacher in his forties finally couldn't help but everyone's neglect and started to get angry, "Aren't you just thinking about how to write an essay, right?"

Liu Jingting nodded subconsciously, and happened to be seen by the teacher. He pointed at Liu Jingting with a calm face and said, "That classmate, stand up."

Liu Jingting stood up honestly.

"You were nodding just now?"

Liu Jingting nodded slightly again and replied: "Yes."

"So, you also want to participate in the essay contest?"

"Um."

A disharmonious burst of laughter came from a corner with a hint of sarcastic laughter.

"That is to say, in order to participate in this composition competition, you don't need to learn other subjects?"

"no."

"Then you nodded?"

“…”

"You stand and listen to this class."

So, Liu Jingting stood on the blame and listened to a math class. Before the get out of class was over, the math teacher said with a dark face: "There are tens of millions of high school students across the country, and I don't know how many of them are well-written. They only gave three places to enroll this time. You can calculate the probability carefully and how many opportunities you have. Don't lose the watermelon and sprinkle sesame seeds in the end." After that, the get out of class was over.

As soon as the math teacher left, Liu Jingting heard someone start to deliberately talk in a "soft voice" that happened to him: "It seems that everyone awakened their literary talent in an instant, and they really thought it was buying lottery tickets."

Liu Jingting ignored these voices. He probably knew that because he had always kept a distance from everyone, the classmates in this class were full of all kinds of malice towards him, so he naturally would not blame or resent them. In his eyes, these classmates were originally juniors.

Ignoring it is easy to be regarded as disdain, so the discussion becomes louder and the words become more intense, probably "differences". For Liu Jingting, who is used to all kinds of abuse and ridicule, what the students say is really too polite.

Seeing that Liu Jingting still didn't take him seriously, the commentator finally got angry. Chen Haowei, known as the "No. 1 Talent in Class 2", walked up to Liu Jingting and asked, "Liu Jingting, you haven't heard everyone talking about your mother, why do you have to look disdainful? Do you think your English scores are so great?"
Chapter completed!