"...Mr. Tang and I sat down shortly after, we hadn't even ordered the food, and we heard a table next door discussing, saying that my article "Talking about Revolution" which was selected in Mengya magazine was plagiarized. Someone wrote it on behalf of me. I am a 17-year-old high school, so how can I have the ability to do such essays? It's totally a fraud and cheating the world and stealing reputation! I'm saying that when I'm in the rematch, I'll show my true colors and see how I look after my ugly appearance! I'll also say which collapsed from Sifang Middle School.

(local) schools? I haven't heard of it? This kind of school produces such talents?... Look, what do these people say? It smells so bad, how harmful is it? Although our Sifang Middle School does not have Beijing No. 4 Middle School and Renmin University Affiliated Middle School are famous, at least in Sichuan, it is still a provincial key middle school! It is also as famous as Dezhong and Guangzhong schools! Ordinary cats and dogs who want to enter may not necessarily get it!

"So, it's tolerant, who can't bear it! Teacher Tang was very angry on the spot and immediately wanted to find these students who had no evidence and opened their mouths to talk nonsense..." Wang Bo, who was holding a microphone, was like talking about storytelling and crosstalk, dancing and dancing, as if he had written YY novels in his previous life, had lost the appetite of readers, and had a lot of suspense. He didn't speak Mandarin, he just spoke in one mouth:

"... After leaving the examination room, I roughly recited my rematch article "Talking about Democracy" to Teacher Tang. Teacher Tang was very happy and said that the first prize in this competition was basically stable. I felt quite satisfied. When I wrote it, I was simply a stream of thoughts, like flowing water. Then, I discussed with Teacher Tang, saying that I would add two dishes to the evening and then make two bottles of local beer from Shanghai to celebrate. As a result, before the joy was long, a staff member of the organizing committee called me to cut, saying that the people from the jury were looking for me. I thought the people from the jury read my article in advance, and called me to cut to celebrate with me. I didn't know that it was a Hongmen Banquet!

"...Faced with the unreasonable difficulties of the people on the jury, I originally wanted to leave, but I was too lazy to serve. But then I thought, after leaving like this, wouldn't it be confirmed that I was guilty and afraid to respond? Then, these people, together with those news media that don't know the truth, can't they be unscrupulous in the future, and even spray feces at my alma mater and snatch the shit basin? I left like this, came with me, and endured all the hard work and energy for me to participate in this competition. How could Teacher Tang, who has put in countless efforts and energy for this competition?

What should I do? Teacher Xiao, the head teacher who stayed in Sifang, Principal Huang, Director Li and Director Zhou of the Education Bureau, etc., have countless high hopes for me, hoping that I can bring glory to my alma mater and add color to the people of my hometown, what should teachers and leaders do? They will definitely understand me and stand with me, but in the end, I am afraid I will still be a little disappointed and unwilling to do it? I am not willing to give up! So, at that time, I thought about it, thought about it again and again, and finally decided to be temporarily discouraged, but I thought with great resentment:

"Don't you just want to see my joke? Are you just bullying me, no one from No. 4? Without three points, how dare you go to Liangshan? If you fight for a breath, Buddha compete for a stick of incense! Since I, Wang Bo, dare to travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to participate in the competition, I am not going to see the flower world of Shanghai! I am not here to visit, and then I go home empty-handed! I will not leave without winning glory for my alma mater and the people of all directions, and I will not be able to rectify my name! You want to take the exam, want to see if I am real gold and whether I have real skills, then come and take the exam! Let's come! Let the storm come more violently!!! My Prince Wang Bo, safely accept all the orders, and everything will come!!!!"

"Papapapapapapapapapa-" A burst of thunderous applause rang continuously, mixed with countless screams and cheers! It took at least a minute or two to slowly weaken. Wang Bo, who was holding the microphone, then began to perform well in both singing and writing:

"... With an extremely sad and angry, extremely heroic, like a martyr's righteousness, I was furious and finished the over-the-scoring article "To be Free" as fast as possible, and did not say hello to a group of judges who were monitoring me like a prisoner, throwing their pens away. When I walked downstairs, I saw Teacher Tang, a weak female, surrounded by a large group of people, protesting for me and defending me. I became angry on the spot, and I was so angry!

Too much people is completely bullying! Is there anyone in the world who bully me? I rushed to the media reporters and pulled Teacher Tang, who protested to the organizing committee for me, and said my "four statements" without thinking about it - these four statements. If you have seen the interview Sifang Station has done to me, you will probably know what is going on. I won't say much, and then put it behind... "

"Papapapapapapapapapapa-" Another continuous burst of applause sounded. Tang Suzhen was also clapping violently, and her eyes were red. Wang Bo simple and plain words once again pulled her into the competition before the New Year, making her feel immersive. Only then did she realize that the four statements Wang Bo made were entirely for her!

"Why is this stupid boy so impulsive? So stupid!" Tang Suzhen was excited, with red eyes staring at the one on the stage who did not follow the rules of the cards. At first, she made her laugh and the teachers and students in the audience laugh. She was like Li Baiqing (a well-known storyteller in Sichuan in the 1990s, or in the current words, "talk show artist" and "fake beat" was invented by him) who said storytelling. For a moment, she had a lot of thoughts and was inexplicably moved.

"... Everyone knows the final result now. The organizing committee made an exception and gave me a special prize. Last year and this year, the only one in two years. The three first prize winners, ABC, have more than 20 each year. It can be considered unprecedented. As for whether there are visitors, even if there are, I think it is not easy. At that time, I turned my grief and anger into strength, thinking that countless classmates, teachers, leaders, and thousands of fellow villagers standing behind me can be used to support and provide infinite spiritual motivation, and can only be used to achieve the level and extreme performance. After writing "Enough Freedom", my entire thoughts and all my talents felt like they were exhausted in this new concept composition competition. I think I may not be able to write articles like "Talking about Revolution", "Talking about Democracy" and "Enough Freedom".

"I said in my statement that I would not receive any awards given to me by the organizing committee. I was going to stick to it to the end. But later, Mr. Zhao Changtian, the editor-in-chief of "Mengya", apologized to me in front of the media on behalf of the organizing committee and the jury, saying that their approach was really inappropriate and unconsidered. The news channel of Magic City TV was still broadcast. That night, the editor-in-chief of "Mengya" and the deputy editor-in-chief of "Mengya" came to the door in person, saying that he was apologizing for the blame. Since they were all like this, I kept chatting and entangling, and it seemed too petty and had no tolerance. So, after eating a word, I still took back the special prize that I didn't want to receive. Uh, this, do you all understand?"

"Understanding—" Thousands of teachers and students in the audience shouted unanimously, followed by a series of kind laughter.

"OK, this is basically what happened to the entire competition of the 2nd 'China Cup New Concept Composition Competition' that Teacher Tang and I participated in, as well as my ideological fluctuations and mental journey during this period.

"Here, I would like to thank my instructor Tang Suzhen, Teacher Tang. Speaking of which, I didn't know what the new concept is before. If Teacher Tang hadn't asked me to register, I had cut the registration form for me, and then I personally checked a lot of information for me before and during the competition, prepared countless possible test questions, supervised me again and again, pulled me back from the cliff where I was playing and playing, and I wouldn't have the chance to stand here and share my honor with everyone. Teacher Tang, thank you for your hard work!" As he said that, Wang Bo bowed deeply to the direction where Tang Suzhen was sitting.

Ru Lei's applause came back again. This time, Tang Suzhen burst into tears. When a female teacher sitting next to him saw it, she immediately took out a chapter of soft paper and handed it over.

"Secondly, I would like to thank my class teacher Xiao Jinsong and Xiao, Principal Huang, Director Li of the Education Bureau, Director Zhou and other leaders, as well as all the other classmates and teachers who care about me and help me. Without your spiritual encouragement and material support, I would not be like today. Thank you!" Then, Wang Bo bowed to the group of minds in front of the rostrum.

"Finally, I want to say that although I won a special prize this time, this prize does not belong to me alone, but to the entire Class 7 of the 2001 High School, and all the teachers and students of No. 4 Middle School. I will dedicate my honorary certificate to my alma mater Sifang Middle School. May my alma mater prosper and prosper from now on, and more outstanding students who will add luster to my alma mater like me." As he said that, Wang Bo mentioned that he was still there before he went on stage.

Under the microphone stand, no one knew what black plastic bag was installed. He opened it, took out a red book, held it in his hands, stepped down, walked to the principal Huang Zhihua, bowed respectfully, and then smiled, "Principal Huang, please accept the students' wishes." But he thought to himself: I'm so good at it. If I accidentally violate any school rules and regulations that are inappropriate to the main theme of the times in the future, Lao Huang, you must turn a blind eye and show mercy!
Chapter completed!