"What? What was that? You said you're here to participate in the semi-finals?"
The girl exclaimed and immediately covered her mouth in disbelief.
Wasn't this handsome guy in front of her trying to hit on her? How did he suddenly become a contestant participating in the Literature Cup's semi-finals?
"That's right." Ye Feng nodded with certainty.
" That's impossible. The contestants in the semi-finals aren't as old as you." The girl was about to say that there was no young man like Ye Feng among the writers participating in the semi-finals, but she was suddenly stunned halfway through her sentence.
Young man? It seemed like there really was one. The one ranked first on the rankings, that master called Monday, wasn't he only twenty years old? could
"Almighty, are you Author Monday?”
The girl's eyes instantly lit up. She looked at Ye Feng as if she was looking at a treasure.
"If there's only one Literature Cup in the country, then I'm one.”
Ye Feng rubbed his nose and said awkwardly.
He was not used to the sudden appearance of a fangirl.
"Are you really only twenty years old?" The girl's interest was piqued and she kept asking Ye Feng.
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded in response.
This question and answer happened to be heard by the writers watching the rankings. Immediately, the group turned around and sized up the young man in front of them.
"You're Monday?" Not long after, a person stood out from the crowd and looked at Ye Feng with a frown.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. This person was too young. He probably hadn't even grown all the hair on his body yet. How could he write that profound essay," Hey, Come Out "?
No matter what, he didn't believe it.
And this person was the number one person in domestic literature in recent years, Yang Fan.
As the champion, he naturally had his own pride. Originally, he thought that he would definitely win the first place in the preliminary round of the Literature Cup and look down on the rest.
However, he did not expect that in the end, he would only be ranked second.
When he read the article again, even he had to admit that this " Hey, Come Out " was indeed well written. Although the plot was simple, it had a profound meaning.
However, the only thing he couldn't stand was that the author of " Hey, Come Out " was actually a 20-year-old young man.
How could a person who was known as the number one person in domestic literature fall behind a brat who was still wet behind his ears?
Therefore, when he saw Monday, who was also the main character, he questioned him.
It was inevitable that his tone was not very good and carried some suspicion.
"It's me. What's wrong?" Ye Feng replied in a condescending manner. He didn't mention anything about respecting his seniors. Just the tone of this fellow's words made him very unhappy.
"Kid, show some respect. How can you speak to Master Yang like that?”
Before Yang Fan could speak, someone beside him shouted.
Yang Fan looked at the person with a satisfied gaze, then glanced at Ye Feng, wanting to see how he would answer.
"What else can I say? I'm speaking in human language. Could it be that this master doesn't understand me speaking in human language?”
Ye Feng was so angry that he laughed. He had only asked a question in a bad tone, and someone was already blaming him?
Who the f * ck is this? Do I need to give him face?
Ye Feng was very unhappy. He had just arrived. Even though he knew that the group of people opposite him were traditional writers, he did not know who they were. He also did not have the intention to cause trouble.
But the problem was that it seemed like things were provoking him.
Since they were going to fall out soon, Ye Feng didn't plan on holding it in and retorted on the spot.
"Brat, how dare you!"
"You really don't know manners."
"Do you think you're so great just because you've won the first place in the preliminaries? A small achievement and he forgot about it. This kid didn't need to mention it.”
"I really don't know who taught him.”
Immediately, a wave of reprimands came from the crowd.
Most of the traditional literature writers had a traditional style, so they naturally valued respect for their teachers.
In their eyes, a senior was a senior. Even if he scolded you a few times, you, as a junior, had to accept it. How could there be any reason to talk back?
At this moment, not only did Ye Feng talk back, he even spoke rudely. How could this group of people tolerate it? He reprimanded her on the spot.
Furthermore, Feng Ye, as a newcomer, had actually won the first place in the preliminary competition of the Literature Cup. He had suppressed most of the literary masters in the country and became a dark horse.
Everyone was unhappy. If they didn't suppress him now, when would they do it?
"Hehe, in the past, I've only heard of the heroic and heroic figures of traditional masters on the Internet. Now that I've seen them today, I've really broadened my horizons.”Ye Feng laughed instead of getting angry and mocked.
This was not the first time he had seen the faces of these people.
However, being there made him experience it more directly.
Everyone was playing word games. How could they not hear Ye Feng's mocking words?
A group of people had actually been rebuked by a junior. Immediately, some of them were furious and wanted to reprimand Ye Feng again.
However, this time, he was stopped by Yang Fan.
"I don't care if it's Monday or Tuesday, you have to remember that a senior will always be a senior. You were only lucky to get first place in the preliminaries.”
Yang Fan saw that Ye Feng still dared to act like this in front of a group of top literary writers, so he thought that his confidence was because he had topped the preliminaries.
That was because to be able to suppress everyone at the age of 20, one could indeed make a small wave of fame and then have a smooth sailing in the literary world.
That was why he dared to be so arrogant.
And Yang Fan wanted to tell Ye Feng that good luck in the preliminaries did not mean good luck in the future. Offending such a senior was not beneficial.
In any case, he did not believe that this young man could write a second article like " Hey, Come Out."
"Hehe, is that so? What if I say that I've taken the top spot in the semi-finals and even the top spot in the finals?”
Ye Feng chuckled and said nonchalantly.
Luck? Fine, I'll show you how lucky I am.
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