There's something wrong with my love letter system

Chapter 51

Wu Tianming raised his hand and made a downward movement, signaling the audience to be quiet.

"In this composition competition, Qing'an No. [-] Middle School is undoubtedly the biggest winner!"

"Among the 20 students who participated in the final, there were as many as 9 winners!"

"The outstanding performance of Qing'an No. [-] Middle School is already remarkable, but there are even more remarkable things!"

Having said that, Wu Tianming paused strategically.

The hunger made everyone's appetite hang in the air for a while, and they couldn't help but secretly speculate.

"This even more remarkable thing is... the Senior Two (1) Class of Qing'an No. [-] Middle School, with the strength of one class, won three awards!"

"In a moment, we would like to invite this Chinese teacher to come on stage to share his tutoring experience!"

The audience immediately boiled.

"Fuck, three?! Our whole school only won two awards!"

"Damn it, it's too hurtful and insulting!"

"I'm afraid the Chinese teacher in this class is about to send it out!"

……

After Wu Tianming finished his speech, the host immediately whispered a few words to Xiao Shiwei, chairman of the Writers Association, as if they were affirmed, the host nodded happily and walked onto the stage.

"Is the Chinese teacher from Class 1 ([-]) of Qing'an No. [-] Middle School here?"

The four teachers and students in class two (1) couldn't help but their hearts skipped a beat.

It seems that this is the rhythm of inviting Mr. Wang to speak on stage.

The three students hurriedly put their mouths together and shouted: "Here we come!"

Lao Wang pretended to be angry and glared at the student: How naughty!

Host: "Can I trouble this teacher to stand up for a moment?"

Lao Wang straightened his hair and collar, stood up from his seat shyly, and nodded his head around.

Not far away, Zhao Ying's face was ashen, her lips tightly pursed into a sharp line.

Such a highlight of life actually hit his deadly enemy.

A heart throbbing in pain, like being whipped by a whip.

Host: "This teacher, could you please move to the stage?"

"Teacher Wang, come on!"

The three students shook their fists at Lao Wang.

Lao Wang took a deep breath and started walking towards the stage.

As he walked, he quickly thought about what he was going to say next in his mind.

I wish this distance could be extended by 10 times!
I hate myself for not preparing a speech last night!

The organizers are really...

I don't even say hello in advance for this kind of thing, which makes people really... too caught off guard!
In a blink of an eye, Lao Wang had already stood beside the host.

Host: "Teacher, what's your name?"

Old Wang coughed lightly: "My surname is Wang, Wang Bin."

Host: "Mr. Wang, hello, how long have you been engaged in Chinese teaching?"

Lao Wang: "I have been teaching Chinese since I graduated from university. Now counting it, it has been exactly 30 years. Now I am also the leader of the Chinese teaching and research group of Qing'an No. [-] Middle School."

Although modesty is a virtue, at such a moment, we should not be too petty.

The bright and beautiful feathers are not hesitate to show!
Zhao Ying immediately spat on the ground: "Damn, I'll show you this too, shameless!"

The host showed admiration: "What an old gardener in Chinese teaching! Everyone applauds Mr. Wang's professionalism for 30 years!"

For a moment, the applause was like waves, instantly flooding the entire small auditorium.

The applause poured into Lao Wang's ears, it was really like listening to sacred music, I really wanted to just... indulge in it!

Host: "Teacher Wang, what is the specific situation of your class winning this time, can you tell us more about it?"

Lao Wang: "Oh, this time our Class 1 ([-]) class has a total of three students who won prizes, one for the first prize, one for the second prize, and one for the third prize."

The host immediately took the lead in applauding: "It's really too strong! There are a total of more than 500 classes participating in the finals this time. On average, each class has only 0.12 awards. You won three at once, which is enough. It's 3 times higher than the average!"

"Oh, this is the so-called [-]th rule!"

"The drought will die, the flood will die!"

"This is walking in the path of others, leaving others nowhere to go!"

"The law of the strong has been like this since ancient times, if you don't accept it... so what?!"

……

Host: "Then please tell us about your successful teaching experience, Mr. Wang."

As he said that, the host took two steps back to the side, leaving the C seat to Lao Wang.

Lao Wang leaned slightly into the microphone:

"My experience is not necessarily universal..."

"Composition is a creative thinking activity, and students need to be given a relatively relaxed learning atmosphere..."

"There is also the establishment of a study group. As for me, I will take the lead as the group leader. The group members study and summarize excellent composition ideas and skills, and then share and discuss with everyone and brainstorm..."

After finishing speaking, Lao Wang bowed deeply to the audience and took two steps back.

The host hurried forward: "Mr. Wang's experience is very good, I think it must be of great reference value to everyone. Okay, thank you for sharing, Mr. Wang, please go back to your seat and rest."

Lao Wang walked off the stage with an expression of unsatisfactory expression.

The highlight moments of life are always so short that they are caught off guard!
Host: "Next, we invite Ms. Zou Xinping, the head of the judges for this composition competition and deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau, to speak on stage."

A middle-aged lady stood up from the first row, stepped onto the stage, and came to the microphone.

Short neck-length hair parted in the middle, a simple short-sleeved shirt, and a transparent jade bracelet on the left wrist.

"Dear teachers and students, good morning everyone..."

"...In this composition competition, there is an article that impressed me very much. The title of the composition is "If Zhang Ji traveled to the modern age..."."

Hearing this topic, Tang Yimo trembled all of a sudden.

She frowned and looked at Xia Yanling: "Isn't this my composition?"

"This composition is about the story of the poet Zhang Ji traveling to the modern Hanshan Temple. The author's imagination, conception and sharp brushstrokes all left a deep impression on us judges!"

"To be honest, although it is both the first prize, the level of this essay is much higher than other first prize essays."

"Under the unanimous consultation of all the judges, we propose to give this student an additional special creative award to show respect for excellent composition!"

"This classmate's name is... Tang Yimo! As far as I know, she is also a student of the teacher Wang who just came on stage!"

Immediately Tang Yimo's photo and name appeared on the big screen.

Although it was as expected, Tang Yimo's heart tightened suddenly when he heard his name.

Lao Wang's whole body trembled happily like an electric shock.

Not far away, Zhao Ying's face twitched suddenly, and even her stomach convulsed.

Oh shit……

This pole dance live broadcast is really... If you can hide from the monk, you can't hide from the temple!
　Thanks to Wan Qing and my two classmates in sleepwalking for their rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)