Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

Hang Yiwei froze for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Xianxian put down his pen and waved to him, "Come here."

Hang Yiwei went over with his ear.

"The school released all the entries for the calligraphy competition, but not yours. Anyone with a discerning eye will know what's going on at a glance. If your work is released, will Zhang Yang's No. 1 still have the face to take it?" Zhao Xianxian said The tone is particularly contemptuous.

Zhang Yang is in the first experimental class, and the head teacher is Zhong Ming. It is impossible for Zhong Ming to know that Hang Yiwei was shady. From everyone's point of view, Zhong Ming is the mastermind behind this calligraphy competition.

Hang Yiwei looked at Zhong Ming who was standing on the podium and was writing formulas with a confused expression. For some reason, he felt that Zhong Ming didn't seem like the kind of person who would open the back door to the students in his class.

But he didn't have the energy to speak up for Zhong Ming, he couldn't even take care of himself, so how could he meddle in other people's business.

Originally, I thought that the calligraphy competition would be over like this, but who knew that within two days, Shen Xuechu suddenly took a special prize certificate and slapped it in front of Hang Yiwei.

It's like a pie from the sky, and Hang Yiwei's forehead hurts when he shoots it.

"The special prize in the calligraphy competition is [-], and I'll give it to your mother directly." Shen Xuechu could hear the excitement in his tone.The eyebrows and eyes that were originally crowded together will get closer together, and suddenly there is a sense of naive look.

"Mr. Shen...you..."

"Mr. Shen, you didn't pay for this yourself!" Hang Yiwei was struggling with his words, and Zhao Xianxian yelled bluffing from behind.

This voice directly attracted all the students around. Everyone was shocked when they saw the certificates on the table, and immediately surged up, forming a circle around Shen Xuechu and Hang Yiwei.

Shen Xuechu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "So I'm so rich in your eyes? This is from the school, and the announcement has been published. You can wait until you go to the bulletin board to find out."

Hang Yiwei had mixed feelings in his heart. In an instant, he thought of the reason why he was determined not to study, whether he really wanted to go out to make money and lighten the burden for Hang Ma; Useless people?

If he is confident enough and has enough confidence, is this so-called number one important to him?

The bright red certificate in front of him suddenly looked like a piece of red-hot steel. When he picked it up, he would be scalded by this piece of steel. There was a sizzling sound in his palm, and his skin was torn apart. He grinned his teeth in pain and couldn't shake it off, because the high temperature melted the skin. Glued with white bones, it was branded in his body; he could not get rid of this seemingly incomparably bright mark in his whole life.

Because, he once limited the meaning of his existence to this paper certificate.

He suddenly thought of what Xiao Yin said, 'You should see the world more at your age, otherwise you won't realize that your vision is so narrow. '

"Get ready for class." Seeing Hang Yiwei's eyes lowered, Shen Xuechu raised his hand and patted Hang Yiwei's shoulder.

Zhao Xianxian cleverly took out his mobile phone from the depths of the cabinet, logged in to Post Bar, and immediately saw a post about the calligraphy contest on the homepage.

'From the Hang Yiwei incident in the eighth class of the first year of high school, to the great gods who were dismissive in those years in August [-]th. '

Dreaming back to life and death [the original poster]: The truth map is placed on the first floor

Zhao Xianxian clicked on the picture to show No. 1 Middle School’s explanation of this calligraphy competition. Originally, Hang Yiwei should be the first in the eighth class according to his strength. Because of the teacher’s mistake at the competition site, Hang Yiwei’s works were sent to the elimination zone, so that Hang Yiwei Yiwei missed No.[-]; after cleaning up the student's works, he was discovered by the teaching director. In order to make up for Hang Yiwei, the school specially set up a special prize...

Upstairs is ju: I'm afraid that No. [-] Middle School has offended some big boss with a background?Obediently admitting (frankly) wrong (whitely) is not the style of No. [-] Middle School.

I heard that I don't have a name: +1 for the truth upstairs

Yuanyuan is not a circle: the truth above +2

Chun Xue: The truth upstairs +10086

Skip the topic on the second floor of Hang Yiwei, and the following is the calligraphy and painting competitions held by No. [-] Middle School over the years. There are no "poor students" who have won prizes. These poor students have never been eye-catching in No. [-] Middle School. No. [-] middle school gate, no one cares whether their grades in school are excellent, and no one will ask whether their class is an experimental class known as the Peking University and Tsinghua training class.

All the worldliness and prejudices have all become passing clouds, they are flamboyant and enthusiastic, they are dreaming grotesque dreams between the sky and the sea, and they become the best in their dreams, and then the whole world applauds them.

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I'm going to start Chicken Soup for the Soul mode again.