"Oh, why did you sit in Jiang Nan's seat just now? Do you just want to sit with her?" Wu Qianqian couldn't wait to turn her head slightly and said dissatisfiedly to her little boyfriend who was right beside her.

"I didn't pay attention, I didn't want to sit in her position. I just didn't see clearly, and I didn't even get my butt on the stool. I quickly got up as soon as I saw that it was not my name." The boy Jiang Nan didn't have a good impression of it, shook his head and denied it, but there was a slight fear and excitement in his eyes, as if he had done something that made his heart beat faster, so that his heartbeat had not calmed down yet.

"Hmph, let's believe you first this time. Fortunately, Jiang Nan didn't see it either, otherwise she would think you have any lust?" Wu Qianqian raised her nose and pouted at her little boyfriend.

"Don't worry, if you say nothing, you don't. She and I are not familiar with each other at all. How could I be interested in her for no reason?" The boy comforted his companion.

The two of them were like this, and the invigilator above naturally discovered the situation. He immediately coughed with an unhappy expression before continuing to distribute the manuscript paper.

The composition title is called "A Performance Art". There is no other explanation. Looking at the title on the blackboard ahead, even though these students are some of the talents of the dragon and the phoenix, most of them are in a short time of confusion. However, the scattered students inside immediately understood the idea of ​​the composition title and soon began to conceive in their minds.

With the first rustling sound of the tip of the pen contacting the paper, one student first started writing, and then the second and third. In the next two minutes, most students started writing this time. Only a small number of people were used to the complete conception and then started writing, but it was not like the middle school entrance examination. There were also kind teachers reminding them to do it quickly.

Jiang Nan fully understood the idea of ​​this proposition. One of them, since the title is a performance art, no matter what kind of performance art it is, it can be included. Moreover, he can also describe the performance art movements of a certain group or individual, express the thoughts he wants to express directly through the description of the role, or complete an argumentative essay for a certain performance art. Of course, in the composition competition where the name is called a new concept, the latter way of writing will obviously not be recognized by the judges and editors. Not everyone is Mr. Zhou Shuren, how can he conceive a deep and sharp enough article in a moment?

However, even in the previous way, the writing method that most participants who successfully solved the problem would choose, Jiang Nan was confident that they could stand out from it. After all, she once witnessed the life of a guy who seems more like a legendary guy. Even if it is not his own personal experience, because of their familiarity, he is very familiar with many things about that person. Now, after a brief look at it, many things even happened to her, and they were extremely impressed. And there are many things that can be called performance art.

After the girl quickly conceived and had a roughly central idea, it was no longer a problem about how to write in detail. Although she finally chose science when she was in the second year of high school, when it came to class, Jiang Nan thought she was not inferior to anyone in terms of writing style. If she wanted to win the final victory, it still depends on the idea of ​​the article.

But just as her literary thoughts gradually emerged and the strokes of the pen tip gradually became smooth and even continuous. An extremely abrupt "report" interrupted the thoughts of everyone on the field. Except for a few guys who were too immersed in their own world and could not react at the first time, everyone else subconsciously turned back and looked at the person who made a sound.

The voice came from Jiang Nan's back. However, after a little stunned, the girl continued to sink into a state of writing quickly, without even a trace of extra energy to watch the person shouting for the report.

After hearing this report, the invigilator naturally walked down and asked him in a low voice what had happened. According to the middle-aged editor's idea, the student must have caused some trivial things such as forgetting to bring the modification liquid, or a pen with no water, but the boy's report made him stunned. Until the other party repeated it again, the editor turned around in surprise and looked in the direction the boy pointed.

Because the content of the report was not what he imagined, but a sentence "Teacher, that classmate seemed to have brought something in. I saw her pulling it out of the desk and taking a look." After a moment of shock and abruptness, the editor finally understood what the meaning of this sentence actually represents.

After hearing the previous "report", Jiang Nan never paid attention to what was happening behind her again, but she couldn't write it smoothly after all, because the invigilator editor came over quickly, knocked gently on the edge of her desk, and whispered and serious to her: "Student, get up first, I want to check your desk."

"Huh?" Jiang Nan was stunned, then I raised her head in a daze. This expression was undoubtedly rare on the girl, but the editor did not know Jiang Nan before, so he didn't look surprised at the girl's reaction. He just repeated again: "This classmate, I said, please get up first, I want to check your desk."

The girl was completely stunned at this moment. Even though her character was far superior to her peers, when facing the questioning and questioning of the invigilator who was similar to the teacher, she still stood up a little confused and gave up her position.

Then he turned around and saw Wu Qianqian's expressionless face, Wu Qianqian's equally surprised expression, and the contestant who had talked to a few words or had never known at all. The curiosity was mixed with contempt and gloating eyes.

"What is this?" The invigilator editor took out a small piece of paper from the desk where Jiang Nan was sitting. After unfolding it, he saw that there were a hundred lines of verses on it, all of which were small and small characters with pens and sesame, and they were neatly copied on the one that was only the size of a palm. The most were Pushkin and Tagore. Then there were some sonnets, or quatrains that were relatively rare but had the most literary talent. Seeing this, the editor's face looked particularly bad. He moved to Jiang Nan's eyes again, and was filled with unconcealed regret. He was full of indecisive determination: "Sorry, this classmate, please don't participate in the competition first, come out with me."

The editor is not a teacher, and he has not dealt with the situation where students shout for reports before, and now he doesn't know how to do it. However, there is one thing he thinks he can grasp clearly. That is, the female student in front of him can no longer allow her to continue to exist on this field, otherwise, it will have a major impact on the reputation of the entire new concept.

Jiang Nan has indeed experienced many things that his peers have never experienced before, and the past of living alone for a long time has also made her mind stronger than she seems, but what happened to her now really made the girl a little overwhelmed. Why did Wu Qianqian's boyfriend suddenly report her, and how did this small note on the table come from? She was very sure that she didn't cheat at all, and she didn't even notice such a small piece of paper on the table.

What's going on with all this?

"Student, I will remind you again. This is the venue for the New Concept Composition Competition. Because of your improper behavior, you have temporarily been disqualified from the competition. Please come out with me and explain the situation clearly." The editor looked at the students who were still watching around him, and knew that he could not let the girl stay in the classroom anymore, otherwise, he didn't know how long it would take to delay. So after stating to the invigilator behind, the two got together and discussed for a few words, he spoke to Jiang Nan again.

"I didn't put this note. And I didn't know there was this thing inside." Jiang Nan vaguely guessed something, but couldn't believe it. But no matter what, her performance had gradually returned to normal, no longer at a loss as before. Instead, she told the editor with a clear and firm voice that she had never done what he thought.

"You didn't put the note?" The editor frowned, and his impression of this girl changed from sympathy and regret to a complete anger and anger.

She thought this place was? This is the unique essay grand prix venue in China. It is a trial field for all students who love writing and are good at writing, showing their abilities, and then leading to a higher stage. This is sacred and solemn, and it is a place where any bad and inappropriate behavior cannot be allowed. The girl in front of her refused to admit her mistakes and tried to argue after doing something wrong. This made the new concept composition competition be regarded as an editor like her own child. How could she bear it? So immediately, the editor lowered her face and frowned with a harsh expression that she had never had before: "Now I am not listening to your explanation and quibbling, I am telling you that you should go out and what the situation is. After a detailed investigation is made, we will naturally come to a conclusion! And if you didn't bring it in, then that classmate wronged you? Then why did he see you secretly reading the note just now?"

"My memory is very good. If I hope to use some famous quotes and sentences in the competition, I don't need to use such inferior methods. If I don't believe it, teacher, you can test me on the spot." Jiang Nan looked back again, and Wu Qianqian's boyfriend, who had already started to write quickly, quickly showed his most powerful evidence.

The editor hesitated for a moment, but then insisted on his opinion: "It's okay to ask for on-site proof. You can go out first, but I really doubt that how could this note not have been prepared in advance? Take a look at it yourself. Are it all black neutral fountain pens, and if it's a note left by a college student, do they need to write the handwriting so small... By the way, the handwriting!"

As he said that, the editor no longer listened to Jiang Nan's explanation, but grabbed the manuscript paper on the girl's desk, then wiped his glasses and began to compare carefully.

After a while, the editor shook his head in extreme disappointment: "Okay, you need to say more. The handwriting on it is almost the same. I have been an editor for more than ten years, and I still have this skill. Come with me quickly!" (To be continued. Welcome to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes,.
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