Lan Yun was indeed trustworthy. After she went back, she sent a few photos from her phone. Not only that, she also gave Gu Qing a few photos of her best friend.

The price is that I owe 4,400 yuan for buying songs for 5,000 yuan. I wrote an IOU and said I'll pay it back later.

With six hundred yuan in his hand and holding a laptop, Gu Qing came out of Lan Yun's room with a dark face, looked at the live broadcast room and said, "Who forced me to agree to write an IOU just now, I'll make it up for me later."

It wasn't for the people in the live broadcast room to make a fuss, so he couldn't have let Lan Yun write an IOU. He didn't get anything, so he posted a song.

As for the photos in my hand, hehe, it’s useful. Without hesitation, Gu Qing directly clicked on the encryption and planned to study it again at night.

Now that I am poor, I will keep it well. Maybe one day Lan Yun can redeem it with money, but that's it.

Back in the room, Gu Qing opened Lanyun's computer, logged into his social account, and found the editor Huyang. He had no money, so he could only find some money on the Crescent Literature website to help.

The computer was borrowed and he had to return it in an hour.

"Are there any essay contests that require short words, quick results, and more money?" Without politeness, Gu Qing made it straight to the point and directly expressed his purpose.

Hu Yang was at home. As soon as he finished his meal, he turned on the computer and saw Gu Qing’s news. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: “Yes, the annual Youth Cup is held by more than a dozen literary websites and magazines. The prize money is 100,000. You can submit your articles now and announce the winning rankings in a week.”

The Youth Cup has a great influence and strong value. The organizer has more than a dozen literary websites and magazines. Once the award is won, the front pages of these magazines will be published, and the first prize winners will become famous in one fell swoop.

All of the winners of previous Youth Cups are now famous writers.

"But this award is not suitable for you. This year's topic is to write a description of the study in classical Chinese. It's difficult for you to be at your age."

Hu Yang's opinion is that Gu Qing's previous article on "Match Girl" has a bit of Western meaning. He should have read many Western novels and studied their writing techniques.

I spent so much time reading Western novels, and classical Chinese may be a shortcoming.

He has seen many talented students who are very talented in one aspect, such as physics and chemistry, but in some aspects it is not as good as ordinary students, and they have a headache when they see classical Chinese.

Without saying anything, Gu Qing supported his chin and thought, thinking in his mind about ancient Chinese texts about books and other books in his previous life.

Someone couldn't stand watching the live broadcast room and said, "Big Boss, Xiang Jixuan, this is definitely a big killer. Take it out and blinded the judges' eyes. When the literary giants saw it, they had to kneel down and call him dad."

Shen Gongbao: "Xiang Jixuan, why do you carry it? There are vines in the courtyard..."

Miao Renfeng: "No, I remember it was a pomegranate tree."

Lu Zhishen: "I want to ask, what is Xiang Jixuan?"

Gu Qing's mouth twitched, Xiang Jixuan couldn't even recite it. What did these people do in high school? What did they do? The pomegranate tree, the slag.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Qing typed the first line of words on the computer.

Xiangjixuan is also the old south pavilion. The room is only abbot, and can accommodate one person.

Xiang Jixuan is Gui Youguang's study, which is completely in line with the study in the essay. As for the content, he is also a person who has been to high school.

"Liu Liuliu, the anchor is really knowledgeable and talented. He still remembers the high school text through so many years. I am a junior, and now I remember a loquat tree."

"Otherwise, no one can travel through time, only Boss Gu can travel through time. This memory is a great pen!"

"Why did the anchor stop and continue writing?"

As thousands of people stared, Gu Qing smiled awkwardly, "What's the next sentence?"

He has been traveling through time for eighteen years, how could he still remember the high school text? It is better than the third-year-old man above. In addition to the beginning, he can also carry a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife when she died, and now it is as paved as a ridge.

There are many people in the live broadcast room and many benefits. The group became a hot search, and the result was that he added more than 10,000 fans within a few hours, including high school students, college students, and social people.

Baling Ye Lao: "Young people should learn more. Since you have traveled through time, you should bring our excellent culture here. I have a set of high school Chinese review materials and I will upload them to you immediately."

"If Xiang Jixuanzhi doesn't understand this article, I can explain it to you. When someone else asks you, you will be exposed."

"The nine-year compulsory education teacher has already started online classes, and the anchor remembers to accept it."

The man named Baling Ye Lao was very patient and explained this article to Gu Qing almost word by word. Others in the live broadcast room didn't say anything, just watched the subtitles appear on the barrage.

Everyone feels like they are back in high school class.

Forty minutes later, after one class, everyone listened with relish. Not to mention, this old Balingye was very skilled, and all kinds of allusions were irrelevant, and the explanation was clear and not boring at all.

"If I had such a Chinese teacher at that time, I wouldn't have moved bricks on the construction site now. By the way, today's bricks are particularly hot."

"I've been taught, I suggest that I start classes every day in the future and let Mr. Ye come over and say a few words."

"My mother asked me what I was doing. I said I was taking online classes. She didn't believe it and gave me a big mouthful of food."

In the room, Gu Qing heard the explanation and thanked him, flew his fingers and quickly wrote on the computer. In less than ten minutes, a Xiang Jixuan Zhi came out and then sent it to Hu Yang.

Before reading the content, Hu Yang asked, "How do you think the quality is? Is it difficult to write?"

Gu Qing thought for a while and replied, "About five or six damn!"

He didn't react at once. A few seconds later, Hu Yang laughed. Last time he saw the little match girl, he came to fuck him. This time, he fucked him five or six times better than the little match girl?

I lowered my head and read the article carefully, after three minutes.

"Fuck..."

A series of lie-fucking fucks were typing out of the subtitles. Hu Yang was shocked, nervous, and his fingers were shaking a little. He swallowed and said, "Who are you? This is the ID card of the child at home?"

Xiang Jixuan's name, Xiang Jixuan is the name of a study. This short article talks about the study, but it is not a study.

The author uses Xiangjixuan, where he lives, as the meridian and the personnel changes of generations as the latitude, which truly reproduces the voice, appearance and smile of his grandmother, mother and wife, and also expresses the author's deep nostalgia for the three deceased relatives.

He has never heard of this awesome writing style of writing that has been recorded in the remains of the three generations, and has seen things and missed others, and has never heard of it.

After reading it once, he was not only admired but also admired. He was completely sure that this article was 100% the number one.

Literary editors have never seen such a skilled author for so many years, even those old men from Yenching University cannot compare with them.

After a few seconds of stunnedness, Gu Qing typed: "I didn't expect you to see it. Yes, this is not my old ID card."

Can an 18-year-old young man write Xiang Jixuan's story, a little match girl?

There will probably be no shortage of opportunities to copy a document in the future. If he really takes on his 18-year-old ID card, he will be afraid that he will not be able to withstand it.

"What is your old name?"

"Xia Qi."
Chapter completed!