Because it was summer vacation and the campus was a little empty, occasionally passing by a car that even blindly recognized the brand, which was still very eye-catching.

"I was almost fooled by the humanistic atmosphere everywhere. This is a rich school." Liu Jingting thought so, and walked to the notice board.

"Warm reminder: The 16 students participating in the Wanxiang Symbol Essay Promotion Competition can apply for free with invitation letters to school student apartments and canteen catering. Students who choose off-campus food and accommodation will be borne by Wanxiang. There is no need to present an invoice or any credentials when applying."

"In addition, all round-trip fares for all students will be reimbursed by Vientiane."

Liu Jingting looked at the words on the prompt board and secretly guessed Wanxiang's intention. It was Wanxiang's prior agreement to provide round-trip travel expenses and food and accommodation expenses. However, what surprised Liu Jingting was that Wanxiang had not arranged anyone to welcome them and other contestants.

They may have three purposes: one is to judge their personality and temper through the process of these contestants dealing with school apartments or canteen staff, and the other is to test their character by the way. The last purpose should be to give everyone plenty of time and freedom to visit the school.

"Liu Jingting!"

Liu Jingting was whispering his style in his heart. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw a strange girl with short hair wearing a khaki shoulder bag looking at him with a smile.

"You call me?" Liu Jingting pointed at himself in confusion and asked.

"Is there anyone else here?" The girl walked to Liu Jingting with a smile, "Of course I'm calling you."

"You are here to compete?"

"No. I'm here to travel because I'll come here to study in September. Come to explore the terrain in advance. Your name is Liu Jingting, right?"

"Yes." Liu Jingting agreed friendlyly, making a gesture to leave.

"Hey, don't you want to know how I know your name? Don't you want to know what my name is?"

"You want to say it?" Liu Jingting asked indifferently, with an expression of loving and not talking.

"As a writer, you don't have any curiosity."

Liu Jingting shrugged and made a decision.

The girl smiled helplessly and said, "You are cruel. My name is Qiao Ze, I am a local high school graduate. I just passed the Wanxiang entrance examination this year."

"Congratulations."

"Not?"

"what else?"

"For example, what did I learn?" The girl who claimed to be Qiao Ze was a little crazy.

"What did you learn?"

Qiao Ze said speechlessly, "Computer."

Liu Jingting pondered for a moment and asked, "So you invaded the network system of the Wanxiang Symbol Essay Competition, and then saw my photos and name?"

Qiao Ze smiled and said, "I finally showed the style that the writer should have, but your guess is too outrageous. Since I am a student of Wanxiang, of course it is impossible to invade Wanxiang's system. Let me tell you the truth. I have been waiting here for a whole morning and asked when I see someone. It is already the ninth one here."

"You have something to ask me for?"

"Yes. My cousin in the kindergarten class especially likes to watch your "Shuke and Beta". I promised her to give her a copy of "Children's Literature" signed by you on her birthday this year." Qiao Ze said as he took out a brand new copy of "Children's Literature" from his schoolbag.

Liu Jingting asked: "Your name is Qiao Ze?"

"yes."

"Your cousin is Qiao Keli?"

Qiao Ze was slightly stunned and then replied: "Yes, how did you know her?"

Liu Jingting suddenly felt the expression of the girl in front of him was a little weird. But he didn't think about it carefully and said, "I've seen it twice before. Give me a magazine."

After Qiao Ze received Liu Jingting's signature, he expressed his gratitude with satisfaction, and then turned around and left, giving people a clean and neat feeling.

Liu Jingting didn't stop for a long time, and took the invitation letter and went directly to the cafeteria.

Because he had learned about it online in advance and had eaten and slept at the Gong family, when Liu Jingting saw the Wanxiang Cafeteria and the Student Apartment, he did not show any surprise and successfully created a young man who had seen the world.

...

On July 2, the live promotion competition of the top 16 officially began. Liu Jingting finally met the other fifteen opponents and the "Teacher Wanxiang" who had long been circulated by the outside world.

The competition venue was arranged in a small classroom of thirty people, with sixteen players each occupying a table. Each of them had a pure white laptop on the table, which was locked, with paper and pen next to the portal, so as to facilitate students who are accustomed to making outlines.

Sixteen masters of writing sat silently, full of confidence, and confidently looked at the slightly strong young teacher on the podium.

"Hello, classmates, I am Yan Minghui, a teacher from the Vientiane Student Work Office, responsible for the on-site service of this competition. Yes, I am not here to invigilate everyone, but to serve everyone, because there is no invigilator in this competition."

Students who can sit in this classroom will naturally not misunderstand the profound meaning of the series of practices of Wanxiang. They do not require invoices and credentials, and do not arrange reception staff. In the final analysis, it is to test the students' awareness and character.

This is a very simple test, but it is very effective. The school knows that these students know their purpose, and the students know that the school knows what they mean. It is because everyone knows it well that this tacit understanding can be maintained more securely.

"The test questions for this game are still in the judges' office. Please don't be impatient. I will tell you the unlocking password first. It's actually very simple. Everyone listens carefully," Yan Minghui was serious and brewing the atmosphere in a serious way, and delaying time without any technical content. "The unlocking password is everyone's own name."

After Yan Minghui finished his performance, several students laughed a few times.

"After unlocking, you will see that there is nothing else on the desktop except a document and a music player. Yes, everyone will write today's article in that document. After writing, just change the document name to the title of your article. As for that music player, it is prepared for some students who have the habit of not listening to music."

A few girls whispered: "So careful and humane."

At this moment, everyone saw a slightly fat middle-aged man walking in with a smile. Yan Minghui greeted "Director Hu" respectfully, and then stepped aside.

President Hu walked to the podium, glanced at everyone, stopped at Liu Jingting for a moment, and then said, "Eight girls and seven boys, they are evenly matched."

Although Dean Hu tried his best to show a kind and amiable attitude, most of the students present felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. He felt that in front of Professor Hu, he had nowhere to hide. His eyes with complex smiles seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Did you sleep well last night? How did you eat this morning?"

"Okay, the food and accommodation conditions are very good." The classmate in the audience replied Xiaoyi.

This is a very interesting scene. The more casual Professor Hu performed on the stage, the more nervous the students in the stage were. He felt that every word that unfathomable Dean Hu had a deep meaning, just like a graduate attending an interview. He felt that the interviewer had a trap for himself anytime and anywhere.

For example, now everyone thinks that Dean Hu’s two seemingly simple and ordinary questions must contain some profound meaning.

Dean Hu nodded and said, "This workshop has been written for three hours in total. The timing starts after I gave the writing requirements. Now everyone is looking at the podium carefully."

Hu Jian smiled and changed his face to a serious and serious expression. The students became more nervous. The eyes looking at the podium were no longer the boundless confidence he had at the beginning, and there was more uncertainty.

"I have three things in my hand now, namely earrings, necklaces and rings. These three things come from three judges. The topic we give is to choose one of these three things, then write a question by yourself, and write an article of about 5,000 words by yourself. Do you understand?"

I don’t know if I was scared by this ingenious way of setting questions or had already started to conceive an article, but after Hu Jian asked this question, no one answered him. After coming here for a few seconds, Liu Jingting, who was sitting in the first row, replied calmly: “I understand.”

After hearing Liu Jingting's answer, the other students came to their senses and replied, "I understand."

"Okay, Xiao Yan, the timing begins." After saying this, Hu Jian turned around and walked out of the classroom.

...

After Dean Hu left, the scene was suddenly in a brainstorm. At the same time, the sparse sound of typing the keyboard sounded in the bright classroom.

When Liu Jingting saw Hu Jian take out the three things, he already had a countermeasure, so he calmly changed the name of the document to "necklace", then clicked on the document. Just as he started to type, he suddenly heard a panic voice: "What three things did Dean Hu take out just now?"

Liu Jingting turned to look at the source of the sound. It was a fat girl wearing thick glasses. She looked at Yan Minghui on the podium in a daze, and her forehead was already sweating.

Other students were either looking at the screen intently or writing outlines or ideas on paper. In short, no one answered her questions.

Yan Minghui immediately walked up to the girl and answered her in a low voice. Liu Jingting suddenly felt the illusion of the college entrance examination. He turned his eyes to the computer screen again, put his hands on the keyboard, and began to type: [She is also a beautiful and charming girl, as if she was born in the home of a small employee due to a mistake in fate...]

The masterpiece from Maupassant, the "King of French Short Stories" - "Necklace"!

This story roughly tells the story of a young civil servant's wife borrowing a diamond necklace from her friend to show off her beauty in order to attend a party. Unexpectedly, the necklace was accidentally lost on the way home. In order to repay the necklace to her friend, she had to borrow a huge sum of money to buy a new necklace. Later, in order to repay the debt, she saved money and worked for others for a short time, and worked for ten years. Finally, she learned that the necklace she borrowed was originally a fake diamond necklace.

The story ends abruptly after the heroine’s friend tells the truth, becoming a classic blank space in the history of short stories.
Chapter completed!