"Victory?" Yan Zheng murmured, his expression blank. No one knew what he was thinking.
After reading the entire chapter, it was as if a wave of heroic spirit was stirring in his heart.
Mortals were not willing to submit to fate. They did not hesitate to turn themselves into chess pieces and bet their lives. In the end, they won the ending and won half of the world.
This kind of unwillingness to let his fate be controlled and the aura of using his life to play chess was enough to shock everyone who read the article.
The shock this time was undoubtedly greater than the last time, so great that Yan Zheng was speechless.
After a long time, he spat out a sentence,
"He's a master after all. With this kind of skill and unconventional style, he can be considered a master of literature in this world.”
"Teacher, do you think this essay can get first place in the semi-finals?”
Snowy asked when she saw her teacher like this.
"First place in the semi-finals? Ha, he might even be able to get first place in the finals.”Yan Zheng said emotionally.
Then, he tasted it carefully. Every time he looked at it, it would bring him great shock.
As he only had his two disciples by his side, Yan Zheng felt bored. How could he not share such a good article with others?
Then, he took his work and barged into the other university professors 'rooms.
When she arrived at the door of the room, she knocked on the door. Perhaps it was because she was too excited, but she knocked too hard, causing people who didn't know better to think that she was knocking on the door.
As he knocked on the door, he shouted,"Old Xu, come and take a look. The master wrote another good work on Monday."”
"What a master."
"That's great. In such a short period of time, you can actually write such a masterpiece. I can't compare to you.”
"I can't wait for the finals to come soon. I want to witness the grandmaster's glory with my own eyes.”
"No matter what, I don't believe that this kind of work was written by a twenty-year-old child.”
"I don't believe it either. He probably lied about his age. This master has a very naughty attitude.”
"One 'Hey, Come Out' and one 'Heavenly Direction', they are enough to witness Master's skill.”
Half an hour later, all the professors and teachers who participated in the selection could not help but sigh after watching the Heavenly Bureau.
His tone and expression seemed to be saying," Too awesome, really too f * cking awesome.
How could he not be shocked to write such a masterpiece in an afternoon?
When the remaining ninety-nine contestants had yet to submit their works, so many judges immediately read this article together.
Among them, no one had any other opinions about this article. They all said that it was well written.
This was especially so when the others did not submit their manuscripts at the same time.
Two days later, everyone's works were handed in one after another.
Regardless of whether he had thought of a good idea or not, he had to start writing.
Because the Literature Cup would only give you so much time.
When they looked at the 99 essays that were submitted one after another, the judges did not feel any waves in their hearts. Their expressions remained normal.
Because, with a shocking article as a foundation, it would be boring to read anything else.
It was very simple. If someone ate abalone and shark's fin for one meal and then wanted to eat steamed buns and noodles for the next meal, would they be able to eat it?
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the judges were patiently reading through the articles.
It wasn't that everyone's writing was bad. In fact, the writers who could enter the semi-finals had excellent literary skills. They were definitely first-class. How could their articles be trash?
He could only blame this Monday's Master for writing too well.
He had used such a big move in the semi-finals, leaving no way out for everyone.
In the end, the judges fell into a dilemma.
This was because nine of the ninety-nine essays had to be selected to enter the finals.
In the end, after careful discussion and selection by the judges and professors, nine papers were selected to enter the finals.
Of course, there was no doubt that the Heavenly Bureau was ranked first among the crowd.
It was time to announce the rankings again. As soon as the sun rose, a large group of writers went to the place where the rankings were released.
When they arrived, a large piece of paper was stuck in an eye-catching position.
Everyone crowded over. This posture was similar to the days when the imperial examination results were released and many scholars were listed on the golden list.
In reality, this was no different from taking the imperial examination.
If someone was really that amazing, to be able to win first place in the Literature Cup finals as a penniless author, he would definitely be famous in China.
Work like publishing a novel or writing a script might come.
With fame, how could he lack money?
Even some of the top authors who no longer had to worry about money hoped that their fame could reach a higher level.
Therefore, in essence, the Literature Cup was a simplified version of the ancient imperial examination.
The imperial examination in ancient times was much more difficult than this.
Not far away, a group of writers surrounded the number one person in the domestic literary world, Yang Fan, and walked over.
As they walked, they shouted.
"Master Yang, I think the top spot of the semi-finals this time is none other than you.”
"That's right. With your talent, how can you not get first place?”
"Last time, that kid was just lucky. In terms of talent and knowledge, how could he compare to you?”
"That's right. That kid is still boasting shamelessly. He wants to take first place in the semi-finals and finals? I think he's dreaming. With you around, how can he have a share?”
"Hmph, a little kid. His hair hasn't even grown out yet, but he's learned to talk big.”
Listening to everyone's pursuit, Yang Fan was a little smug.
Flattery would not penetrate through a thousand times. This was an unchanging principle.
Who wouldn't like to hear flattery?
"Although the proposition this time is a little difficult, I thought hard for a day and a night before writing a good piece. I think it shouldn't be a problem to get to the top of the semi-finals.”
Yang Fan's words were full of confidence. This was due to his consistent results. The number one person in the literary world was not just a boast.
As they spoke, everyone finally arrived at the place where the rankings were announced.
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