Shu Cheng is not perfunctory at all, but the stimulus of submitting the manuscript so quickly did not make Zhang Guobao feel sad and frustrated, but instead stimulated his fighting spirit and exercised his ability to surpass Shu Cheng one day.

  Until a long, long time later, when Zhang Guobao stood on the podium of the Nobel Prize in Literature, he was so silent that he didn't know what to say when he watched the competition in which no one had participated.

  He tried hard to catch up, but he could only catch up to the back of the person. He tried his best, tried his best, and still lost, so there is no regret.

   However, that pervert is really not human!

   is really too strong!

  ……

   "Big octopus, how is it? Has the president agreed?"

  "Temporarily suppress Shu Cheng's manuscript and let Shu Cheng write a good one. This is a good way!"

   "I think it's good too! Has the president agreed?"

  Zhang Guobao recalled the story he had just seen, "He doesn't need it."

"What's the meaning?"

   "What does he need?"

   "Yeah! What just happened?"

   "I read the manuscript submitted by Shu Cheng." Zhang Guobao replied.

   "Then...what's the result? The quality written in such a short period of time must be average!"

"That's right!"

  Zhang Guobao was silent for a while and said, "I lost."

"What did you say?!"

   "Octopus, don't underestimate yourself!"

   "The manuscript submitted by Shu Cheng is really that good?!"

  Zhang Guobao looked at the sky, “It’s so good that it’s indescribable. He and I are not at the same level at all.”

  Zhang Guobao turned and left, remembering his previous draft of the essay, and determined to write a new one. Even if he couldn't win, he hoped that he would not lose too badly.

  Zhang Guobao left, leaving everyone looking at each other.

   "No! Isn't the octopus unconvinced by anyone?"

   "I actually admitted that I lost when I heard that the octopus hadn't matched."

   "A miracle! Octopus has always been very confident!"

   "That's right! It's rare to see! Is Shu Cheng's manuscript really that good? Should we also go to the president to see it?"

   "Just see if there should be nothing!"

  After half an hour.

   "I took it."

  ……

  Yunlan sat in the office looking at the countless papers lying in the mailbox, and rolled his eyes resigningly, “The manuscript sent at this time is really nothing good.”

  Just now, Yunlan saw a manuscript with the wrong word order and the wrong words. She almost made her half angry, "The world is so beautiful, but I'm so irritable. It's not good or bad."

  She looked helplessly at the next manuscript.

  ——"A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".

   Yunlan rolled her eyes speechlessly when she saw the title. In the principle of fairness and justice, she clicked on the manuscript.

Ten minutes later, Yunlan's eyes lit up. The mother and son were tenacious and motivated after the sudden misfortune. At the same time, the Beihaiting noodle restaurant and his wife secretly added more noodles to the mother and son each time, which embodies the human nature. Glory and the true love of the world.

  The author uses a simple storyline, meticulous character dialogue, and simple character description to show readers a kind of beautiful quality that is still full of hope in a difficult situation, and is strong in facing the misfortune of life, and the love and respect between strangers.

  This kind, brave, hardworking and friendly human beauty is undoubtedly revealed in the mother and son, as well as the noodle couple.

   "Excellent!"