In northeastern America, there is a state called "Massachusetts", which is collectively called "Massachusetts" or "Massachusetts". The world-renowned institutions of Harvard and MIT are both located in the state.

Wen Baojing came to MIT as a visiting scholar a year ago and took care of her daughter Kang Lingyue who was studying in the United States. However, Kang Lingyue has never been conscious of being taken care of. For example, recently, she is fighting with her parents openly and secretly, and she has always been stalemate on the issue of returning to China.

"Mom, do you know about the essay competition?"

Wen Baojing was cutting tomatoes to make pasta. When her daughter walked up to her, she asked a question inadvertently while drinking milk.

"I heard from your dad."

"Oh, I saw it online by myself. That classmate named Liu Jingting is so cool. He defeated so many people at once." Kang Lingyue exclaimed without any intention.

Wen Baojing was a little surprised when she heard her always conceited daughter praising people like this. She put the cut tomatoes into a glass bowl and said, "It was a bit early to defeat."

Kang Lingyue didn't know what she was thinking about, but she didn't seem to hear what her mother said clearly. She asked "Hmm" and said, "Mom, what did you say?"

Wen Baojing glanced at her daughter strangely and said, "Have you read Liu Jingting's game article?"

"Look, he knows a lot about Western culture."

"Then have you heard of Sima Wuji and Zhou Zaidao?"

Kang Lingyue nodded and said, "I know Sima Wuji, who wrote "Fung Flour Peach Blossoms". Zhou Zaidao has an impression, but he has never seen the work."

"Then do you think Liu Jingting can defeat them?"

Kang Lingyue answered the sentence "Of course."

Wen Baojing said: "I think you took it for granted."

“Why?” (Why?)

Wen Baojing frowned and said, "Don't speak English at home."

"Okay, why?"

"You are a literature student, how could you ask such a question?"

"I came to this, how do I say this in Chinese, and the conclusion I came up from my professional perspective?"

“What about the basis?”

"The Yangtze River pushes the old waves, right?"

"Is this the conclusion you came up from your professional perspective?"

Kang Lingyue nodded.

Wen Baojing glared at her daughter and said, "You are too small for domestic writers."

Kang Lingyue said tit-for-tat: "It's Mom, you think you think they are too big. I'm frank, I think your attitude towards the younger generation is not as objective as my dad."

Wen Baojing's face changed slightly, stopped the work in her hand, looked at her daughter, and said, "I won't be a good person like your father, but in terms of discovering talents, I think I am no worse than your father. At this point in the competition, it's completely fine for Liu Jingting to enter the world, but it is impossible for you to say that he can overwhelm the heroes in this national competition. This is objective."

Kang Lingyue looked at her mother's expression. She was happy, but her face was still silent. Over the years, she has been using her mother to suppress her father and using her father to deal with her mother's strategy to make every attempt and win every opportunity.

She met her mother's gaze seriously and said, "I didn't make such a judgment on the verge of impulse. I read "Maggie's Gift", "Necklace" and "The Last Leaf". Although Liu Jingting has never published a book, his grasp of the story, control of the structure, and the feelings contained in the story are not worse than Zhou Zaidao and others. After reading his works, you still think that he can't win, which only shows that. Mom, you attach more importance to the quotation of the students and ignore the facts."

Wen Baojing was also not happy or angry, and slowly wiped her hands on her apron and said lightly: "The results will come out tonight, and tomorrow at the latest, you will know if I don't understand and just discuss the matter."

"Since my mom said that, I will also say something to you. If Liu Jingting loses the game this time, I will stay in the United States honestly, studying for a doctorate, postdoctoral fellow, and empress dowager. I will never mention returning to China again."

"Okay."

"What if he wins?"

"Then I agree to go back to China and work as a counselor in Vientiane."

"Thank you mom!" Kang Lingyue suddenly jumped in front of her mother, hugged her neck, and kissed her in the face. Wen Baojing suddenly realized that she had fallen into the trap of her daughter again.

Inadvertently mentioned the essay contest, she deliberately used her father to anger herself, and finally made a bet and completed in one go. This major event was decided by the family democracy and the three people voted, so Kang Lingyue, who had always received one vote, had no chance of winning at all. Just like the US presidential election, it just looked very democratic.

But this time she bet on Liu Jingting's victory and defeat, and increased the vote rate of 33.333 to 50%, which was a big profit.

“Wait a minute…”

Wen Baojing, who had reacted, was about to regret it. Kang Lingyue smiled and pulled her mother's sleeve and said, "Mom and dad taught me when they were young. People can't stand without trust, and they still remember it freshly." Then she tilted her head and looked at her mother innocently, "What's the matter with mom?"

Wen Baojing was blocked by the words "No one can stand without trust", paused, and said, "Pick me up the olive oil."

Kang Lingyue smiled sly and happily brought the olive oil. Wen Baojing looked at her and Yun Danfeng said: "You can only lose more miserably when you make this bet, what's your conscience?"

Kang Lingyue said: "Anyway, I have nothing to lose, so of course I can only seek medical treatment in a hurry and try my luck."

"Even if you beat me by chance, what about your dad?"

"Mom, we are wise and don't do secret things. As long as you stand by me, dad has no chance of winning. Besides, although our family emphasizes democracy, isn't there any concentration behind democracy? After all, you have the final say."

Kang Lingyue said as she walked to her mother's back and rubbed her back and shoulders.

...

At this time, the other end of the earth had already entered late at night, and people on the Internet released their works one after another, but they were soon overwhelmed by netizens.

"I can't even see this kind of thing when I hit Liu Jingting in the face? Is it okay if I am a judge who throws the trash can directly?"

"Are the poster serious? Is the poster really serious? Or is it Liu Jingting invited him to cause hatred?"

"I was shocked after reading the master's masterpiece. Whether it is the word selection or the story's initiation and inheritance, it makes people have nothing to say. I believe that five hundred years ago and five hundred years later, it is absolutely impossible to have an article that is more funny than this masterpiece. Damn, I don't know what the master is writing!!!"

...

Under the complaints of many netizens, the authors who posted the article in advance all came forward to mock themselves: "It's like throwing bricks and attracting jade, don't care, just ease the atmosphere."

At around 1:20 in the morning, the group ridicule came to an abrupt end. In addition to the fact that most netizens had already rested, the remaining night owls also turned their attention away from these "jokes", because Shen You, a well-known traditional author of Dingshi Culture, posted his "partner article" on his blog - "ABC Variations for Children".

Shin You wrote three short stories in total. The first story was about an inspirational girl who shared a living with her and was working hard to enter the same preaching. The second story was about one of her little cousins. The third story was about her teaching experience and about the children in the mountains in her eyes.

The consistent style of Shen Ye style, the sensationalism that goes to the point, the humor that suddenly appears, the unsightly life perception, and the most important thing is that the whole text is full of positive energy.

Very readable!

So, shortly after Shen You's article was released, there was still a small wave of commotion in the Internet world in the dead of night. Needless to say, Shen You's fans were naturally having sex, naturally having excitement, and naturally running around to tell each other. Those netizens who don't like Liu Jingting, based on the principle that the enemy is a friend, are indispensable to exaggerated praise.

At around two o'clock, Xue Muliang forwarded Shen You's blog and commented: "Miyu puts a thousand words and thousands of yuan articles here for free. Are you sure it's appropriate? Why do I feel so guilty and feel that I'm a shameful person to read pirated versions? Please ask the blogger to announce the bank card number and send a private message to me by password, and I have to pay!"

...

The Vientiane Judges Office four hours ago.

The lights are brightly lit.

The judges gathered.

Director Kang told everyone: "Why don't you go back first. He can't finish writing tonight anyway."

"Wait a little longer, the principal, I can't help anything else. This is what it means to fight side by side."

"The judges fight side by side with the contestants. If this is spread, it will really cause misunderstandings."

"He seems to be out, standing on the balcony." A young judge pointed out to the window and said.

"I guess it's Kaven."

Another curious judge leaned over and looked through the window at the not-magnificent but extremely outstanding figure on the balcony of Sanxian Building, guessing.

Another hour passed.

Some judges have already started yawning, especially several elderly people.

"Okay, I've been standing side by side until now, and I've got a wish. Everyone will come back early and have a job tomorrow."

This time, no one objected again, and everyone stood up one after another and walked out the door tiredly. Then they were shocked to find a figure standing at the door, half of their body hidden in the dark night outside the door, and half of their body facing the lights of the office.

Liu Jingting!

"Director, teachers, I'll hand in the paper."

"Submit, hand... the paper?"

The middle-aged female judge repeated it in confusion.

"Yes." Liu Jingting lifted the hand in his hand, his face with a tired smile, and his tone was very modest.

The judges in the house were collectively shocked.

"Don't stand at the door, come in." Director Kang waved his hand.

Liu Jingting said embarrassedly: "I will put my notebook here, and the judges will take time to read it, so I will go back first."

Half an hour later, Liu Jingting had returned to the dormitory.

The judges' office is still brightly lit.

No judge left because they were reading Liu Jingting's manuscript.

A novella titled "The True Story of Ah Q".

A room full of people.

but

Silent!

...
To be continued...