There's something wrong with my love letter system

Chapter 44 Suddenly looking forward to someone's pole dance
After dawdling for a while, Tang Yimo got up to hand in the paper.

Seeing that the first person who came up was a girl he didn't know, Wu Ming, the invigilator, couldn't help showing a slightly surprised expression.

In his brain's presupposition, Li Zheyu should be the first to hand in the paper!
Wu Ming glanced at Li Zheyu's position.

Li Zheyu was frowning, writing quickly on the paper.

Wu Ming sighed imperceptibly, took Tang Yimo's paper, and glanced at the title and beginning.

The originally squinted eyes suddenly widened.

Wonderful!

This girl really has something!

Wu Ming pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and took a deep look at Tang Yimo's leaving back.

As if... to imprint her characteristics firmly in her mind.

As soon as he came to the lobby on the first floor, a reporter from the city TV station immediately greeted him, and the photographer behind him quickly pointed the camera at Tang Yimo's face.

Tang Yimo was startled at first, and then his heart beat wildly.

Damn, is this the rhythm of being on TV?
Fortunately, I wore this JK sailor suit today, but I don’t know if the ponytail will make my face look bigger...

"Hello, classmate! Can I interview you?"

The male reporter's voice was quite magnetic, and his smile was very kind and gentle.

Tang Yimo felt that he was not so nervous anymore, and stretched out his hand to stroke the bangs on his forehead, "Oh, yes."

"What middle school are you from and what's your name?"

"Qing'an No. [-] Middle School, my name is Tang Yimo."

"Do you know that you are the first examinee to hand in the paper?"

Tang Yimo opened his mouth in surprise, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"What do you think of this composition question?"

"Oh, it's pretty good. It can give us a lot of room to play, and this time the exam questions focus on narrative, which is obviously a huge test for the candidates' imagination."

"Could you briefly tell me about your composition idea?"

"Well, what I want is to let the poet travel to modern times..."

"Well, your idea is really novel, can you predict your own grades?"

Tang Yimo scratched the back of his head: "I should be able to win the first prize."

"Hehe, you are very confident in yourself! I wish you success!"

"Thank you."

"Is it convenient to leave a contact information? After the award is announced, we may need to conduct an in-depth interview with you."

In-depth interview? !
Hehe, if my mother Zhang Xiaohui found out, she would be shaking to the sky!

"can."

Tang Yimo took the small notebook handed over by the reporter, and left his name and phone number on it.

"Uh, Li Zheyu has come out!"

The reporter let out a soft cry, and hurriedly greeted him with a microphone.

As the first prize in the last composition competition, the reporter is naturally familiar with him, but they didn't expect him to be the second one to come out this year.

"Student Li Zheyu, in the past, you were the first to submit papers in the composition competition. What happened this year? Why did you come out second?"

Li Zheyu looked up at Tang Yimo who was not far away, and said calmly: "Because the candidate who came out first is really too strong!"

From the lines in "The Essence of Love", Li Zheyu has already established a fact.

That is, Tang Yimo's writing level is far above her own, so she can't beat her in the exam, there is no way.

Hearing Li Zheyu's words, Tang Yimo's cheeks felt a little hot, and he couldn't stop, so he walked towards the door.

"Can you tell me about your composition idea this time?"

The reporter handed the microphone to Li Zheyu again.

"Sorry, I still have something to do."

After leaving a word, Li Zheyu quickly chased after Tang Yimo.

The moment he left the gate of the Red Mansion, Li Zheyu suddenly called out:
"We love each other!"

Tang Yimo stopped subconsciously, turned her head and looked behind her.

In an instant, Li Zheyu had arrived in front of Tang Yimo.

He lowered his head, tilted his head, and looked at Tang Yimo playfully.

Suddenly he smiled, revealing teeth as clean as pearls.

"You really hid it deep enough! The author is great!"

Tang Yimo stared straight at Li Zheyu, and suddenly raised an index finger.

"Shh... don't let it out!"

Li Zheyu snorted disdainfully: "I'm not that boring!"

"That tablemate of yours is really good, even pretending to be you to eat!"

"Then you don't have to blame yourself, you just jump to conclusions without asking!"

"It can also be blamed on me, you girls are really..."

Indiscriminate!
These words suddenly got stuck in Li Zheyu's throat, no matter how low his EQ is, he has already realized the evil consequences these words will bring!
"What is it really?" Tang Yimo asked.

"Well, it's really..." Li Zheyu scratched his hair, "The brain circuit is very clear!"

far away.

Lao Wang and Zhao Ying had already seen the two of them coming out of the red building together, and rushed over at the speed of a [-]-meter race.

Lao Wang couldn't help but asked Tang Yimo: "How is it? Is the composition difficult?"

"Fortunately."

"Then how do you feel about writing?"

"It's okay, anyway, it's pretty smooth."

"Tell the teacher about your writing ideas."

Tang Yimo started talking in detail.

After listening to Tang Yimo's narration, Lao Wang's mouth was like a deformed cabinet door, and he couldn't close it with a grin.

The face of Zhao Ying, who was eavesdropping, was already covered in gray.

Li Zheyu, on the other hand, had a solemn expression and was filled with admiration.

Lao Wang glanced at Zhao Ying's face, and this became even more exciting. He slapped his hands and laughed:

"Oh, good, good, this article is simply exquisite, even if Han Han came in person, he might not be able to write such a good article."

Tang Yimo tugged Lao Wang's arm guiltily, and reminded in a low voice, "Teacher Wang, isn't it a bit too much?"

Zhao Ying decided to turn back the game, so she asked Li Zheyu, "Zheyu, how did you write your composition?"

"I wrote a story about stepping on the snow and looking for plums. I set myself as a middle-aged man whose career is not going well."

"One winter, when I went to the hot springs in the suburbs, I heard that there were good plum blossoms in front of the temple on the nearby mountain, so I decided to go to the snow alone to find the plum blossoms."

"In the process of searching for plums, I met a sweeping monk. Through a dialogue with him, I realized the true meaning of life of 'pursuit without pursuit'."

After listening to Li Zheyu's narration, Zhao Ying also applauded not to be outdone.

"Hehe, it's very good. The picture is very strong, fresh and quiet, with profound meaning. As expected of Zheyu, even in the composition topic..."

Having said this, Zhao Ying suddenly covered her mouth.

Lao Wang snorted coldly with disdain: "Even with different composition questions, he can write such a good work! Isn't this what you want to talk about?!"

Zhao Ying turned her head to the side and made a gesture of being lazy.

Lao Wang showed a smirk and raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Oh, I suddenly look forward to someone's pole dance! It must be so graceful and beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)