Who was Monday? Anyone who paid attention to the Literature Cup would know that it was the first place in the preliminary round.
Snowy's understanding was even greater, because the first place was decided by her teacher.
Moreover, after Yan Zheng finished reading the article " Hey, Come Out," he had a very high opinion of Monday. He said that with this article, he could be ranked as a science fiction master in the country.
Snowy certainly didn't dare to underestimate such a powerful master. She immediately put away her contempt.
After receiving the paper, he began to read it meticulously.
A master's work was naturally extraordinary. How could she not take a look first?
However, it was as if he had fallen into a bottomless vortex. The deeper he fell, the more shocked he became.
He stared at the article without blinking.
Especially towards the end, it was as if a huge wave had been set off in his heart, and he could not calm down for a long time.
After reading the article, Snowy finally exhaled.
"Xiao Xue, what's wrong? Was this article well written? Is it worth it for you to show such an expression?" Beside him, a male disciple from Yan Zheng's sect asked.
When he saw Snowy's appearance, he thought that he had encountered a good article.
"No, it's not very well written." Snowy said solemnly.
"Not well written? "Then why did you?" The man didn't continue, but his meaning was obvious.
Wu Xin also looked at Snowy as if she was watching a good show. What was this little girl trying to do?
If it's not well written, then it's a bad piece of work. Since it's a bad piece of work, why are you making such a fuss?
"It's not that it's very well written, but rather, it's quite well written. If I'm not wrong, this essay should be the first in the semi-finals.”
Unexpectedly, Snowy changed the topic and said in a shocking manner.
"First place? It can't be, right?" The man was a little stunned by this sudden reversal. After a moment, he reacted and said in shock,
The 100 authors who were shortlisted for the semi-finals were all people with deep literary foundations. Many of them were internationally famous.
In such an environment where competition was so intense, how could one conclude that this was the first place just by reading an article? Wasn't this a little too arbitrary?
The man didn't believe it, and his tone was filled with doubt.
"See for yourself." Snowy didn't explain and directly put the paper in the man's hand.
The man picked up the article with a suspicious expression and read it with a serious expression. Before he could read half of it, his expression changed.
When he saw the end, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He couldn't even clearly open his mouth.
"Perhaps you are right." Then, the man said slowly with an expressionless face.
First, perhaps it was really that simple for Monday.
Who the hell was this? How could he write such an awesome article?
With shock and doubt, the two left Wu Xin's office and quickly returned to their room.
In the room, Yan Zheng was still sighing and didn't notice that his two disciples had left.
It was only when Snowy returned that they heard the commotion.
"Where did the two of you go?”He asked solemnly, a little unhappy.
"Teacher, we went to find a manuscript for you.”Snowy said with a smile.
"Oh? He came out?" Yan Zheng's interest was piqued at the mention of his work.
"I guarantee that it will surprise you.”As Snowy spoke, she took out the article from her pocket.
Yan Zheng took the article nonchalantly and shocked him? Hehe, he had traveled extensively for so many years. What kind of scene had he not seen? What kind of works had he not seen? How could he lose his composure?
Therefore, Yan Zheng didn't take it seriously at first.
The title of the article was 'Heavenly Direction'. Hmm, not bad. The title was the main topic of the article. Yan Zheng nodded secretly.
When he saw the author's name, he was surprised. Monday, it was him?
Could it be that he had written another shocking piece of work?
Otherwise, why would his two disciples say that they could surprise him?
Thinking of this, Yan Zheng's expression finally became serious and cautious.
Even though he didn't know Monday's true identity, he could still guess that he was a literary master.
The work of a master was worthy of his treatment.
Hence, Yan Zheng started reading it seriously.
This article was a short story, and the beginning was also very attractive.
There was a chess fanatic in the West Manor who was known as Chaos. He was only proficient in Go. His steps were staggering and slanted. It was said that he walked on the chessboard, and every step was a unique move. He was naturally good at chess, but he didn't have a wife-he was in his forties. However, his real pain was that he could not find an opponent, and his heart was often shrouded in a layer of loneliness. He could only play chess with himself.
There was a small village in Guantun thirty miles to the south. There lived a primary school teacher who had moved back from Beijing. It was said that he was a national Go player with an extremely high rank. He had made some mistake that resulted in him hiding in this remote corner of the mountain. Hundun visited this master and often walked thirty miles to Guantun to play chess.
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It actually involved chess skills. It was a good start. Yan Zheng commented in his heart and then continued to watch.
However, the more he looked, the more shocked he became. In the end, he did not know how shocked his old face was.
The ending was especially shocking.
The valley was flat and square like a chessboard, with black stones and white snow separated like chess pieces, forming a game of Go. The teacher thought for a long time, and then guessed that Hun Dun had moved the stone to keep warm before he froze to death, and inadvertently set up this game of chess. What a chess fanatic! Looking at this scene, he saw that the design was strange, the numbers were exquisite, and it was majestic. It was a great work that he had never seen in his life. The towering mountains surrounded the chessboard, and the sky was covered with thick clouds. There were also eagles circling the mountain stream, howling mournfully…
The teachers in the village were shocked and stood solemnly for a long time.
Everyone climbed up the mountain and surrounded the teacher. They were puzzled to see his strange expression. "What are you looking at?" What is Hundun doing?" "Go," the teacher replied. "Who are you playing chess with in the wilderness?" The teacher was silent. After a long time, he said one word heavily,"Heaven!"”
The layman was shallow and asked,"Did you win or lose?"”
The teacher counted carefully. He counted to the bottom right corner and saw the calamity that determined the outcome. Hun Dun kneeled on the ground and acted as a black piece. The teacher reveres the spirit of chaos and is full of passion. He clenched his fists and raised them high into the sky, shouting until the mountains shook and the trees trembled.
"Winning the Heaven Half-Son!"
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