After a month away from campus, Qin Chuan stepped in again.

At this time, the students have not yet reached the start of school, and the faculty and staff of Xingcheng University of Science and Technology must take their seats first.

Every road is clean, the fallen leaves and dead branches are cleaned up, and a little green can be seen on the branches.

The highest-level faculty and staff meeting is only participated by the leadership team, and these grassroots teachers will only be notified when the college leaders come back after the meeting.

The empty sports college office is rare and lively. Everyone is discussing what they played during the Spring Festival, what they ate, who gained weight again, etc.

Qin Chuan didn't want to be an alternative, so he was chatting with a few colleagues he knew.

"Where did you go to the Spring Festival? I originally booked a plane ticket to see the Northern Lights, but my wife was sick and spent the whole Spring Festival holiday in the hospital. All the air tickets and hotels were ruined."

"Old Zhou, as long as you are fine!"

"Xiao Qin, you look a little round. Have you been staying at home during the Spring Festival?"

Qin Chuan touched his chin and seemed to have not exercised much during the holiday. He replied: "We were not at home, we went to the ancient city of Fenghuang in western Hunan and played in southern Hunan Province for a week."

"Xiangxi? Is there a legend of corpse driving? Have you ever encountered a Miaojiang girl who gave you love Gu!"

"Brother Liu, you must have read a lot of novels at home during the Spring Festival, and you also know that there are corpses and love Gu."

After they were making a fuss for a while, the leader's secretary knocked on the door: "Everyone, go to the conference room for a meeting now, Director Sun is back."

The first meeting of the new semester, no one wants to be late.

Everyone, including Qin Chuan, walked towards the conference room with a notebook and a signature pen.

Whether you remember things or not, you still have enough skills on the surface.

The best location in the conference room is the corner and the back row, and those who go late can only sit in the front.

Qin Chuan was very unfortunate. Because he spent a little more time to get in, he could only sit down in front of the leaders, and then lowered his head and didn't want to look directly at them.

"Teachers and colleagues. After a month of rest, we ushered in the beginning of the new semester. This semester, our sports department has heavy tasks. In addition to routine physical examinations, there are also school sports meetings that require work. The professional field also needs to select athletes for the World University Games held in July and organize reasonable training..."

Sun Jingbo listed the tasks for this semester one by one and then handed them over to the deputy directors below for implementation.

The Universiade Games are not highly concerned by the public, but major universities attach great importance to them.

All of them are allowed to be trained by professional coaches, so they can't use Qin Chuan's half pot of water.

He is usually responsible for recording physical test scores or being a referee at the school sports meeting.

After Director Sun finished speaking, he was Director Jiang again. After talking one by one, everyone in the conference room was a little tired.

Qin Chuan blocked his mouth with his hands and couldn't help but yawn.

The notebook in front of me did not record the meeting at all, but was doing the simple plots and settings of the characters of "Dragon Clan".

It's just a two-point purpose, occasionally nodding seriously, pretending to listen carefully.

"There is another thing. The Youth Literature Creation Competition has begun. Please ask our young teachers to think carefully and actively contribute. Especially Qin Chuan."

"Ah? Me?"

Suddenly, I heard keenly that I was named!

Sun Jingbo, who was sitting in front, paused when he heard this, "Yes, it's you. Now the school knows that you are writing books, and it seems that you are selling well. Our Xingcheng University of Science and Technology has not been shortlisted for this Youth Literature Creation Competition for several years, and you are our only hope."

Qin Chuan was a little helpless, and everyone had too many misunderstandings about the profession of writer.

I think I am a writer and I will do everything I do with words and can do it very well.

He said tactfully: "Director Sun, this literary creation competition requires that it is all literary works. I write novels of one or two million words, and this style is not suitable."

"If you don't have space required, you can write a novel and hand it over." Sun Jingbo ignored these things, "You can write whatever you want, without any requirements. It's best to be nominated, and it's okay to have no nominations. What's important is an attitude, right?"

After saying this, Qin Chuan naturally could not refute it anymore.

Since you decide to stay in school, you must abide by certain specifications.

Reality is not a fairy tale.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

The other colleagues were all in fear.

It would be fine to let them play basketball and be referees. If they were asked to write literary works, it would be a waste of time!

After the meeting, everyone came out one after another.

Sun Jingbo called Qin Chuan and whispered: "I know this task is a bit troublesome, but Principal Jiang specially ordered your name. You are the only writer in our school who can make a name for himself in literature. The other teachers who have published books are basically professional books."

Qin Chuan never expected that "Zhu Xian" and "Human Life's Eternal Suffering Water to the East" could also be called literary works, and he only dared to classify them as popular novels.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

"Although we are a comprehensive college, we are always in terms of engineering. The school is relatively weak in this area and wants to focus on spiritual civilization construction. This literary competition has a lot of attention. Not to mention winning an award, even if you get a nomination, your professional title can be quickly promoted."

"This is a bit troublesome. When will this literary competition start?"

"I don't know the specifics. You can check it yourself. Write it carefully and have a bright future!"

After saying that, Sun Jingbo also patted his shoulder to encourage him.

Qin Chuan sighed in his heart, and he returned to his desk to sit down.

The colleagues all came over to express their comfort, but fortunately they were not themselves, otherwise the problem would be too big!

"Xiao Qin, this is your specialty! Principal Jiang specifically named me, and he probably didn't know my name at all."

"That's right. What you write can make so many people spend money to read. Participating in this literary competition is completely useless!"

"It seems that our school is nominated for the first year while there are fewer people involved, and there has been no one in these years."

"You can do it. Just write a little bit and pass it. I believe in you!"

"I heard that this literary competition has a lot of bonuses, and it was held by the Writers Association, and many publishing companies and film and television companies will pay attention to it. Maybe it can be filmed as a TV. At that time, a house in Xingcheng will have."

"Go and go, don't put such great pressure on Xiao Qin. Participation is victory, don't think too much!"

"Hahaha, who would have thought that the hope of our school was actually from the sports group."

"It really gave us a face!"

Qin Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was so sad that he used his real name as a pen name.

I really didn't enjoy any benefits, and I was driven to the shelves to participate in the literature competition.

He even left the address for the true fans to send the blade.

Too unwise!
Chapter completed!