"Teachers, please say more. This is a program. The dry post-production staff won't be able to edit it. When it's broadcast, it will also be criticized by the audience!”
The judges were in a difficult position. They would praise him, but Teacher Zhang was right next to them, so they couldn't really praise him. They could just belittle him. With this essay, if anyone dared to say anything bad, they would probably be scolded to death by the students below the stage!
"This is a rubbish article that doesn't make any sense. This is a recitation competition to welcome the National Day. How is this Young Huaxia related to the National Day? This kind of recital did not need any comments at all!”
Err…
This Teacher Zhang actually jumped out again. Could it be that he was scolded too lightly just now?
"Director Sun, this National Day Recital Competition is a political mission. It's not used to show off. Director Liu takes a neutral approach when it comes to managing the television station. What he hates the most is accidents. This Young Huaxia said that it has nothing to do with National Day. If you broadcast such content and cause dissatisfaction from the higher-ups and make a mistake, then the responsibility will be all on you, Director Sun!”
This?
Director Sun was a little flustered. Young Huaxia said that this article was indeed not necessarily related to National Day, but it was definitely not unrelated. However, what if something happened?
Seeing Director Sun's hesitation, Teacher Zhang smiled smugly. Fighting with me? So what if you can write an essay? I'll make sure you can't broadcast it!
"If the leaders saw the Young Chinese General Theory attacking the elderly, the consequences would be even more unpredictable. The best way to deal with such a controversial thing is to throw it away. In life, the main thing is stability. Only by being stable can you live long!”
……
"This old thing surnamed Zhang wants to cause trouble again!”
"That's right. Bullsh * t judges. Young Huaxia wrote such a good essay and such a good recital performance. How could he have the face to act blindly over there? If the television station really doesn't broadcast this segment, I'll definitely write a letter to the station head to complain!”
"What's the use of complaining? Just go straight to the station's management. I remember that most of the radio station's staff live in the No. 1 broadcast building.”
"Yes, they came to our door. If they don't broadcast it, they'll pull up a banner and petition!”
After another round of twists and turns, Qian Jin pinched his chin and kept thinking of countermeasures!
……
"Teacher Zhang, it's not as serious as you say, right?”
"How can it not be that serious? This young Huaxia man is just talking nonsense!”
"Bullsh * t fallacy. This is the theory of Young Huaxia. The structure is layered and the logic is strict. The language was vivid, contrasting, full of emotion, imposing, and had far-reaching educational significance. It was a rare masterpiece. Zhang Hucai, you've been studying for so many years, but have you done it in vain? Can't you tell the good from the bad? If you were really such a blind person, the Writers 'Association would not be able to keep you!”
Err…
An old man suddenly walked in from the entrance of the recording studio. Seeing the old man, the judges hurriedly stood up and went over to welcome him.
"President Ruan, why are you here?"
"Coincidentally, there was an event in the studio next door. I noticed that it was quite lively here, so I listened at the door for a while. Fortunately, I heard it. Otherwise, our famous author would have thrown an essay into the trash.”
" Guild Leader, this young Huaxia man said…"
"Young Huaxia said there's no problem. Very well, Zhang Hucai, as a writer, you have to be broad-minded. Now, go apologize to that student. I can choose to forgive you, but if you insist on going all the way to the dark side, then I can only call a meeting to expel you from the Writers 'Association!”
As a writer, if he was expelled from the Writers 'Association, the consequences would be unimaginable. Zhang Hu gritted his teeth and finally walked to Qian Jin's side.
"I'm sorry!"
Looking at Zhang Hu's head that had just fallen down with difficulty, Qian Jin's anger was finally released.
"This student, did you say that Young Huaxia was written by you?”
President Ruan came to Qian Jin's side.
"It was written by Qian Jin.”
Before Qian Jin could answer, Susan, who had finished tidying up backstage, spoke first and handed the manuscript to President Ruan.
This word!
At first glance, President Ruan was attracted by Qian Jin's unique handwriting.
The strokes were distinct, the structure was reasonable, and there was a certain degree of relaxation. The key was that the font was very different from the current hard pen calligraphy, but it did not affect the aesthetic feeling at all. It was completely a school of its own!
"Little girl, who wrote this?”
"Him!"
Susan pointed at Qian Jin.
Him?
How could this be?
A twenty-year-old young man had not only mastered his own calligraphy, but he could also write a peerless piece of work. It was stunning!
Could it be that he really had a heaven-bestowed talent?
"Um, little girl, can I discuss something with you?”
"What is it?"
"How about giving me this manuscript?”
Err…
Susan looked at the original manuscript that Young Huaxia had written and was full of reluctance. However, since President Ruan had spoken, Susan could not reject him. For a moment, she was in a dilemma.
"Little friend, your name is Qian Jin, right?”
"Yes."
"You're neither servile nor overbearing. That's good. I just taught Zhang Hucai a lesson and he apologized for his mistake. What about you? You insulted the old man. If you don't give me an explanation, I'll go to your school later. I believe your Principal Yang will give me a satisfactory answer!”
Hmm?
What was the meaning of this? Punished?
This change in style was a little fast. Qian Jin was a little stunned for a moment.
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