At 9:10 in the morning, the ten finalists were ready and waiting for the official questions.
The questions for the finals were also set at the last minute.
Otherwise, there would inevitably be situations where ghostwriting would happen.
After a period of adaptation, everyone's hearts slowly calmed down.
As for how capable this young man was, they would know after the finals.
The topic of the finals was also announced as the competition began. It was about feudal ethics.
This was also very much in line with the characteristics of traditional literature. It was nothing more than attacking reality and mocking society.
It was rare for the semi-finals to use fate as a topic.
Yang Fan and the others heaved a sigh of relief when the question was out. Then, they glanced at Ye Feng and a faint smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.
This was the correct way to open the Literature Cup.
They had been writing articles criticizing reality and mocking society for many years. They were already used to writing such articles.
It was really impossible for fate to suddenly appear.
Satire feudal ethics? Hehe, they weren't bragging. When faced with such a question, they didn't even need to think. They could just pick up a pen and write.
The smiles on Yang Fan and the others 'faces had already spread. As they thought about it, they still could not hide the pride in their hearts.
After that, Yang Fan wanted to see what Ye Feng looked like at the moment.
Aren't you very awesome? Didn't he get first place in both the preliminaries and the semi-finals? Come, come again?
If you have the ability, pick up a pen and write it now?
I'm afraid he's already stunned, haha.
Not everyone could write articles that attacked society and questioned human nature.
Without a certain amount of life experience, it was impossible to write it.
However, just as Yang Fan turned his head and saw Ye Feng clearly, he was the first to be dumbfounded.
He cursed in his heart, F * ck, f * ck, f * ck!
Did you f * cking really open your mind? Don't you need to think about it?
This isn't an ordinary novel. Are you sure you can write it?
Yang Fan was very confused. It seemed that Ye Feng was already so awesome that it exceeded his imagination.
The tables of the contestants were not far from each other. After all, it was not a school exam to prevent cheating.
In a literary competition like this, it didn't matter even if they sat together.
Therefore, when they accidentally saw Yang Fan staring straight at Ye Feng, the others also followed Yang Fan's gaze and looked over.
Then, Ye Feng, who was writing quickly, entered their sight.
Then, the remaining people were also stunned.
Your sister, how long has it been since the question was announced? It hasn't even been two minutes, and you're already writing?
F * ck, did he have to do this?
I've been writing satirical novels for decades. I can casually say a string of words with my mouth, but it's not that fast.
The competition stage was in the center, surrounded by a group of people.
Therefore, the situation on the stage was quickly discovered by the people below the stage.
In everyone's understanding, when the questions were announced, the young Monday immediately started writing. Then, the others looked at each other with dumbfounded and helpless expressions.
"Maybe he really is Monday?”Yan Zheng sighed after seeing the situation.
Only Monday could be so quick-witted.
The internet was in an uproar.
"F * ck! It seemed that this young man was very powerful!”
"Nonsense, who can't see it? Didn't he see the other grandpas looking at him in confusion?”
"666. Other than these three numbers, there's nothing else that can express my feelings at this moment.”
"Shocking, Douyu platform is broadcasting a live stream of a young man beating up a few old grandpas.”
"Hurry up and write. Why are these people still looking at each other and not moving? Pick up a pen and write?"
"Big Brother, do you think an article can be written so easily? Do you know what to think?"
"Who is this young man? My admiration for him is like a surging river, endless.”
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At the scene, the few old men finally reacted after a moment of confusion.
Now was not the time to be confused. Hurry up and come up with a plan.
Although the competition was two hours long, a group of people had been suppressed by a little kid. Where would they put their old faces?？
He couldn't keep his face either. How was he going to brag to his disciples when he returned?
Therefore, after being flustered, the old men quickly entered the state of mind in the face of strong pressure.
The idea of writing was like a fountain, and the writing was like a god.
He picked up the pen and wrote paragraph by paragraph, as if his thoughts had never stopped.
As expected, the great man's words were right. Only with pressure would there be motivation.
After five minutes, the other nine people had already calmed down, and there was no panic on their faces.
Ten minutes passed, and the nine of them looked more relaxed. Their expressions were very relaxed, as if the pressure from before was gone.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and the nine of them had a smile on their faces. They were getting better and better, and their essays were getting better and better.
After 20 minutes, Ye Feng's work was completed.
That's right, just when the few of them thought that they had entered the state and were getting better and better, Ye Feng had already completed it.
After the last one, the pen fell, and Ye Feng even checked everything. He stood up directly and walked towards the judges 'seats in front of him.
The professors sitting in the judges 'seats were stunned. What was the meaning of this? You've completed it?
What the f * ck, how long has it been since the competition and you're already done?
She stared blankly at Ye Feng, who was slowly walking towards her, until he was right in front of her.
"Judges, I've completed it. Can I submit it on the spot?”Ye Feng said calmly.
He thought to himself,'It seems that I haven't picked up a pen for so many years, so my writing speed is quite slow. But typing on a computer is much faster.'
"Yes, of course.”
One of the judges said in a daze.
Since it was completed, of course, it was submitted. Wasn't it okay to submit the paper in advance in school?
But the problem was that it was too early. Half an hour. Just writing would take this much time.
You don't even need to think about it? The judges expressed that they were very stunned.
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