Shu Cheng handed in the manuscript soon, and the president of the literature agency was taken aback when he received the manuscript, "Are you sure you don't have to think about it? The deadline is still long, so you can have more time to think about it. You don't need to worry about it." ."

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the president of the Literary Society, “It’s almost the same for many days, just hand in this manuscript for me!”

   Shu Cheng turned around and left, leaving a group of people looking at each other.

   "Do you think Shu Cheng really looks down upon us who compete with her! Isn't this too arrogant? The manuscript will be delivered the next day!"

   "What if someone had inspiration just yesterday, or had a manuscript before but hadn't used it!"

"Yes, how can national-level competitions be taken seriously! Shu Cheng must know it too! And judging from "The Furnace", "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" and "Love of Life", Shu Cheng has a high literary accomplishment. what!"

   "That's right! And have you forgotten that "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" was improvised? So is "The Furnace."

   "But inspiration can't always be there, right? The speed of Shu Cheng's submission of manuscripts doesn't make it strange that she is perfunctory!"

   "I don't know what Shu Cheng's manuscript looks like..."

  ……

The president of the   Literature Club frowned slightly and looked at the manuscript lying in the e-mail box: "You have time to chat here. Why don't you find inspiration and write a manuscript!"

  Everyone was silent immediately.

   Knowing that Shu Cheng has already submitted his paper, Zhang Guobao is so angry that he is jumping, how can he be slower than him?

   "Big octopus, don't think too much, in case Shu Cheng is not interested in this game at all!"

  "Big octopus, Shu Cheng is the national college entrance examination champion, nothing, how many scholars do we have here? But because he is handsome and entered the entertainment circle, he has become a scholar in the eyes of others."

   "That's right! Shu Cheng's attitude is so perfunctory."

  "You should write your manuscript seriously! It is not easy to get the first place this time."

   "Yeah, big octopus, what does it have to be the first place? It's not the first time, and Shu Cheng is not a master of God? You can use your strength to tell everyone who is a master of God!"

  Zhang Guobao listened to the discussion in his ear, frowning, his eyes filled with the eagerness of young people: "It is not what I want to win without fighting."

  ……

  At the same time, the president of the Literature Club began to look at the manuscript submitted by Shu Cheng.

  ——"A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".

  The president was attracted from the beginning, and he was thinking while watching.

  The three protagonists of the story, mother and son, appeared at a special time and a special occasion.

   After ten o'clock on the night of New Year's Eve, the location is the Beihai Pavilion Noodle House, which has changed from "busy" to quiet.

   appeared at such a time, creating an environment for truly depicting the reaction of the boss and his wife, and it is also convenient to observe and describe the activities of the mother and child.

  Choose a noodle shop as the location of the plot; the price of Yangchun noodles is also cheap, and ordinary people can afford it. And such cheap noodles are on the festive New Year's Eve. The mother and son only ate one bowl, which shows the constraints of life, which paved the way for the plot to unfold.

  After reading the beginning part, the president nodded and smiled slightly: "At least we can know that this manuscript by Shu Cheng was written seriously, not just taken out to deal with things."

  Look at the next episode!