Not only were the judges stunned, but the grandpas in the finals were even more stunned. Their spirited state of writing instantly disappeared, and they returned to their original state of confusion.
In her heart, there were only tens of thousands of f * ckers running over and over.
Finished writing? When I was writing happily, you f * cking told me that you've already finished writing?
F * ck you, you don't even have enough time to write so many words, right?
Although there was no word count requirement for the Literature Cup, it still required an essay. F * ck, what kind of hand was this? He wrote so quickly?
If Ye Feng had heard the angry shouts in their hearts, he would definitely have turned around and smiled faintly,"That's
right, I've been single for 20 years, and I've trained my Qilin arms."
The top literary masters in the finals were like this, let alone the netizens watching the live broadcast.
The screen was filled with comments, and the words '666' were not enough to describe their shock.
In the beginning, when they saw that it was a group of old men competing, everyone wanted to leave the live broadcast room.
However, the sudden appearance of Ye Feng gave them a pleasant surprise, causing them to be patient and continue watching.
But now, everyone realized that this young man had not only given them a small surprise, but also a luxurious gift bag.
"Amazing, my brother. When it comes to beating up old grandpas, I'm only impressed by this young man.”
"F * ck, this guy actually dares to bully the elderly in public. I have nothing to say. I give him a hundred likes.”
"In the past, in my understanding, I thought that as long as there was a place where an old man appeared, we young people could only take a detour. But today, this fellow taught me a lesson. There's no room for discussion if we hang and beat them up."
"Has this guy finished writing? Don't hand in a blank paper."
"No, this young man's every move is filled with a calm aura. His words and actions are not nervous at all. According to my 20 plus years of experience, I'm definitely done.”
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The netizens were scrolling through the bullet comments on the screen. At this moment, the judges had already placed the completed work of Ye Feng into the photocopier and made many copies.
There were many photocopiers at the venue. After all, there were so many judges. An original article was not enough to read.
After the article was photocopied, the staff immediately distributed it to every judge.
The judges picked up Ye Feng's essay and prepared to read it.
After reading a few lines, many of the judges immediately stopped.
Eh? It seemed that this article had a lot of meaning. What did the beginning mean?
Attacking reality and interrogating society were all very meaningful.
A sentence, or even a word, was full of meaning.
Therefore, when they saw some very vague sentences, the judges stopped and slowly savored them, trying to figure out the meaning behind them.
At this moment, a loud shout exploded in the air.
"Good, good, this word is used very well.”
As he spoke, he was still hammering the table.
The judges were shocked by this sudden voice.
Helplessly turning his head to look over, it turned out that the person who made this action was Grandmaster Yan Zheng.
At this moment, Yan Zheng was holding the article with both hands as if he was holding a rare treasure. His eyes revealed a burning gaze and he could not bear to move his gaze away for a moment.
When she saw the change in her expression, she even slapped the table in a daze, completely forgetting where she was.
The disciple behind Yan Zheng, Snowy, glanced at everyone's eyes with an embarrassed face and lowered her head in embarrassment.
His own teacher was like this. He had no choice. Once he saw a good article, he would be like this.
However, at the same time, she felt a little strange. This time, the teacher's reaction seemed to be a little too extreme.
He hadn't been like this for a long time.
Could it be that he had discovered another shocking piece of work?
Thinking of this, Snowy deliberately looked at Ye Feng who was standing on the stage.
It was this person whose pen name was Monday. He looked so young, but he had written shocking works that many masters could not write.
The judges did not pay much attention to Yan Zheng's actions, because the more they read, the more shocked they were.
If it wasn't for the fact that they still had some rationality left in their hearts and told them that they were in a public place, they probably wouldn't have been able to help but slam the table.
Well written, well written.
There were too many articles criticizing society in traditional Chinese literature.
However, after reading this article, the other articles seemed to have lost their color.
Because the entire article made everyone's hearts skip a beat, and they felt a chill run down their backs.
Of all the judges, Yan Zheng was the only one who had lost his composure. Everyone who had read the article had long been shocked to the point of losing their composure.
Several old grandpas who were still writing quickly noticed this situation and were stunned.
F * ck! F * ck you, do you have to be so exaggerated?
How well did this article write to make you all show such an expression?
More importantly, it's fine if you're shocked, but why are you still so excited? We're still writing?
The remaining nine people felt like crying. They were sitting on wax and didn't have the mood to continue writing.
When they saw that Ye Feng had already submitted his work and was about to work hard to complete their work.
However, before he could write a few words, the sound of knocking on the table came from below the stage. Moreover, it came with a dubbing effect.
"Good, this word is used very well.”
How were they supposed to write this? After finally calming down and continuing to write, less than five minutes later, another long sigh came from below the stage.
Then, there were all kinds of gasps.
Although these voices were very soft, on such a quiet stage, with so many voices stacked together, even the masters who were not very good with their ears could hear them clearly.
Under such circumstances, how could he continue writing? Write my ass.
At this moment, after a good period of time, a few people suddenly had the urge to throw away their pens and directly withdraw from the competition.
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