Can it be made public?

This essay competition was the one that Prophet Mao asked Ji Li to help announce, and was evaluated by the head teacher as "just a small competition in the city, with no gold content, so the whole class is not forced to participate."

"The grade group stipulates that each class must submit at least one piece of work. You are the class leader, and this task will be entrusted to you." Prophet Mao said, "There is a bonus for winning prizes."

Later, he posted the notice on the bulletin board in the classroom to tell everyone the news. By the way, he collected all the works submitted by other students in the class before the deadline, and sent them to the grade group without the hands of Prophet Mao.

But before that, because he wasn't sure if anyone else would be willing to spend time on this matter, Ji Li remembered the head teacher's explanation and wrote a nearly [-]-word competition manuscript in advance.

Together with his, there are a total of five works handed in by their class, and Zhu Yi did not have one.

But now, Prophet Mao stood on the podium and said that all five works submitted by his class won awards, but Zhu Yi had one more.

The winning students need to go to the financial office to collect the prize money.

Just as Zhu Yi found the Finance Office, he saw Ji Li standing outside the door.

He stopped: "Are you coming to the finance department too?"

Ji Li shook his head: "I just want to ask you, why do you have to use my composition?"

"What did you say?"

"Others in the composition class of the essay competition handed it over to me directly after they finished writing. I received a total of four compositions, including my own five, and you are not among them."

"I wrote an article myself and handed it over to the grade group, can't I?"

"The head teacher said that all five essays in our class won awards, but in fact, including you, there should be six essays in our class. When the teacher pronounced the name, I happened to be missing."

"Maybe I just lost yours when I handed it in? Isn't it just a piece of paper that can be blown away by any gust of wind? Just because the title of my composition is the same as yours, you think I copied your composition." ?”

"I should have never disclosed what I wrote from the beginning to the end." Ji Li looked at him, "How do you know that the title of my composition is the same as yours?"

"Uh..." Zhu Yi's palms were gradually sweating, but his tone suddenly increased: "My seat is right in front of you, can't you see it when you turn around by chance?"

Ji Li looked at him quietly: "Once you find something, you will know it."

Zhu Yi was taken aback.

"Know it and then be sincere; be sincere and then be sincere; be sincere and then cultivate yourself; cultivate yourself and then regulate the family; regulate the family and then rule the country; govern the country and then calm the world." Ji Li's voice was calm and gentle, "You used this sentence in the composition ?"

Zhu Yi frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

"This is a sentence I quoted in the composition, and it is also the source of the long idiom "cultivating one's morality, regulating the family, governing the country and the world" in the title of the essay, so I subconsciously wrote it like this. "Ji Li said, "But after I went to the original text, I found out that my sentence was actually wrong.The correct word order should be, self-cultivation, family integrity, national governance, and world peace. "

He said softly: "If you also used this sentence in your composition, it shouldn't be so coincidental that I made the same mistake."

Zhu Yi froze in place, his lips trembled suddenly.

"For the works of the first prize, the contest party should keep the original. Go ask the teacher of the grade group, and you should be able to find a way to get it." Ji Li quietly watched his face turn pale, "So you are willing to share with me now." Shall we go to the grade group office together?"

The Finance Department is located at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the office building, and there are very few people here on weekdays.In the teaching building in the distance, there are occasional students who are playing around between classes, chasing and running to the side door of the office building, looking this way with their heads, and then shrinking back to look for their companions.

The noise of laughter and laughter fell to the ground, easily messing up people's minds.

"Looking at you, you probably don't need it anymore." Ji Li said, "I told you, I just came here to ask you why you did this. I don't have a mobile phone with me now. If you don't believe me, you can search my body."

The air was quiet for a long time.

"Class will start soon." Ji Li glanced at the time, "Do you really have nothing to say? Or there is no compelling reason, just because you hate me?"

"I just can't understand you, what's wrong?!"

Ji Li raised his eyes.

"Aren't you surprised?" Zhu Yi laughed: "You have good grades, your family background is good, your teacher values ​​you, and you are always easy to talk to when you get along with others. Do you think that everyone in this world should like you? Do you revolve around you?"

Ji Li didn't interrupt.

The sudden emotional outburst was very exhausting, Zhu Yi shook his shoulders to calm down his breathing, his staring eyes started to turn red.

He and Ji Li are completely different people.

My mother died prematurely unexpectedly, and my father was lame in one leg, so he only pushed a broken tin cart all day long and set up a stall on the street opposite the school.From elementary school to junior high school and then to high school, wherever his books were read, his father's broken iron sheet would be pushed there.Zhu Yi once protested, because it was too easy to bump into acquaintances outside the school, and after being dismissed by his father with "I am not doing this for you", he dared not bring it up again.

Going to school every day, doing homework, reviewing homework, living as the most inconspicuous and transparent person in the class, I have always longed for the most common friendship and brotherhood at this age, but in reality I dare not even talk loudly to my classmates, and occasionally ask others about it. His impression is that he always has to watch others think for a long time before he can say a word of silence and cowardice.

When I was a child, my relatives mentioned that he might be able to lead a student to study well, but now he doesn't even have this.

Because of ceremonies.But it's not entirely because of rituals.

Provincial key high schools have never been short of outstanding students. To maintain his grades, he can only work harder than others, but there is always such a person on his head. Willing to spend time can help the teacher to share the work, obviously often chatting and laughing with classmates on weekdays.

For example, in art festival performances, Ji Li was the first to be approached by the literary and art committee to participate in the performance.

For example, when a sports meeting asks to write a broadcast script, the head teacher's first reaction is to give Ji Li full authority to complete it.

For example, the students around bought milk tea and asked their opinions. If Zhu Yi refused the drink that he didn’t have the capital to consume, others would turn around and ask about Ji Li.

But Ji Liming also answered the question of refusal, but others would still take the trouble to confirm it, and even said that he would not stop until the other party admitted that he "does not drink."

It is clear at a glance whether it is a symbolic inquiry out of politeness or a sincere invitation.

For example, in the math class that just ended last quarter, when the teacher talked about the results of the weekly exam, he singled out Ji Li and praised him for half a minute before he was willing to read the next name.

As the representative of the mathematics class, although Zhu Yi is No. 2, the difference of nearly 120 points from the first Ji Li's score is really not enough.The math teacher read all the names of him and several other students with scores above [-], and then he was willing to say, "These students also did well in the test, and work harder next time. Okay, everyone, take out the test papers. In this lesson, we will talk about wrong question."

Not even a single compliment, but must be shared with others.

In the first week after he was placed in the second class of senior high school, he asked the teacher about poverty subsidies, but Ji Li even sent the final application form to the grade group office by himself.

All the things that he couldn't get after all his efforts, but someone got them easily.

Also didn't care about it.

Zhu Yi stared at him: "Do you know that you are...really...disgusting?"

After the news of the essay competition was released, Zhu Yi didn't know who he was blocking his temper with. He was unwilling to hand over his work to the other party, and he didn't even tell anyone that he was going to participate.When he brought the manuscript written by Jingxin into the office, the teacher who received the manuscript happened to be away and no one was there, and he could see the inscription of the manuscript directly above the stack of manuscripts on the table.

With just a quick glance, what he saw clearly was enough for him to understand that he was destined to lose to the opponent in this match.

People's conscience needs many entanglements to maintain, such as national laws, such as social condemnation, such as the eyes of people around them.

But maliciousness can rise to the peak in an instant because of a small fuse.

Entries are required to use printouts.

He took down the top one, typed it into the text, and reprinted and bound it. With a kind of vindictive psychology that he couldn't explain himself, he didn't change a single word except the name.

Even though his heart was beating so fast that he almost jumped out of his chest, he didn't even shake his hands until he delivered the new manuscript to the office and put it away. He even smiled calmly when the teacher next to him saw it and asked about it.

If the teacher in charge hadn't happened to read the topic of everyone's award-winning essay, if he hadn't beamed when talking about it and said that all five essays submitted by the class had won awards, no one would have found out about it.

Ji Li looked at him silently for half a minute, then said, "Is it finished?"

Zhu Yi was stimulated by his words: "Do you think I'm ridiculous? How good do you think you are? If it weren't for your good luck, no money and no resources, you thought you could still be as good as you are now. What am I talking about? You are lucky, but what about me? Why do I have to step on someone like you? I just want to prove that you are nothing!"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Uh……"

"Since you look down on me so much and want to prove that you are better than me, why do you still use my manuscript to compete? Don't you think you have won me?"

Zhu Yi gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The radio in the hallway just rang in a hurry, and Ji Li didn't say anything more to him: "Before this weekend, I hope you can go to the teacher to clarify the matter yourself. Compared with voluntarily admitting it, I guess you should be more unacceptable. I poked things out."

"You don't have evidence, the teacher won't believe it..."

"Don't you know there is surveillance behind you?"

Zhu Yi turned his head abruptly, and the camera that had been watching this direction all of a sudden hit his eyes, and the infrared light flickered.

"One more thing," Ji Li looked at him, "I did not make a mistake in the sentence quoted in the composition."

Zhu Yi hangs by his side and shakes his hands violently, in disbelief: "You..."

"If there is such an obvious mistake, it is probably impossible to win the prize, and the people in the competition are not illiterate." Ji Li turned around, "It's time for class, don't be late."

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!