Knowing that Shu Cheng, who burst on the Internet, was eating lollipops and didn’t care at all. The first one was the first. What’s so surprising? It's weird not to be the first!

  Shu Cheng raised his eyelids slightly, looking at the call for papers on the wall of the Literature Club, an unknown light flashed in his dark eyes, call for papers?

   "Male god, are you interested in this call for papers?" The girl looked at Shu Cheng and kept staring at the call for papers, and asked aloud.

   Shu Cheng’s lips with a lollipop dangling from his lips with a wicked smile, his voice was gentle as the wind of March, gorgeous and elegant: "Yes."

   "What's so proud of? It's like something." A boy not far away looked at Shu Cheng with disdain.

  This boy is called Zhang Guobao. He is one of the freshmen of Tsinghua University and the champion of h province. He is now the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University. He has participated in numerous essay competitions since he was a child and is known as a rising star in the literary world.

  In Tsinghua University, where there are a lot of academic masters, some of them are Shu Cheng’s fans, while others are dissatisfied with Shu Cheng. Zhang Guobao belongs to the latter.

  He does feel that Shu Cheng’s poems are excellent, and the "Love of Life" at the opening ceremony is also exceptionally good, but he believes that he can be even better than him.

  Seeing that his companions were chatting about Shu Cheng’s poems, he couldn’t help frowning and glared at Shu Cheng fiercely. This time he will also participate in the essay contest. This time there is only one first prize.

  So: He must come back with a first prize.

  Shu Cheng naturally did not ignore Zhang Guobao’s eyes,

The girl next to    saw Shu Cheng’s eyes and immediately explained to Zhang Guobao: “Male god, don’t mind, Zhang Guobao is a child, a bit aggressive, but there is nothing bad about it.”

  "Zhang Guobao?" Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and silently complained about this very low name in his heart.

  Girls didn’t know Shu Cheng’s psychological activities, and did not think too much, “This essay competition is a national level competition, quite formal. Many people who are interested in this area should participate in it. The competition is great.”

   "Oh." Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows and replied lazily. Seeing that the girl seemed to be embarrassed, he immediately added: "I know."

  ...

  Zhang Guobao had no influence on Shu Cheng. He even forgot his name in a blink of an eye, but Zhang Guobao was already thinking about what to write.

  The attitude is so serious that even Zhang Guobao’s parents are a capital. Zhang Guobao has never seen him so nervous and serious since he was a child to participate in various competitions!

  Shu Cheng thought for a while and started to write—

  【For noodle restaurants, when they are busiest, it's a big day. This day at Beihai Ting Noodle House was also very busy from early on.

  The street is usually very lively until 12 o'clock in the evening, and it is very quiet after 10 o'clock on the New Year’s Eve. The customers of Beihai Ting Noodle Shop seemed to have disappeared suddenly at this time.

  Just as the last customer left the door, and the store chief said it was closed, the store door was creaked open. A woman walked in with two children. Two boys around the age of 6 and 10, dressed in brand new sportswear. The woman wore an out-of-season diagonal plaid short coat.

  "Welcome!" The lady boss stepped forward to greet her. 】

  The story begins here.

  This story is called "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles", which is also translated as "A Bowl of Soup Soba Noodles". It is a touching story, because in its simple language, it contains the power of personality and the brilliance of humanity that touch the soul.