Zhang Mengling's eyes widened. As a big figure in today's literary world, he could hardly help but say "f*ck" in public.
Just because he had just finished reading an essay.
The next second, his eyes turned red and he turned to the person next to him: "What else?! Where is the lower part?!"
"This is clearly not finished! How could it stop here?!"
His current state was almost crazy, as if he wanted to eat people.
It’s not that Zhang Mengling got angry randomly.
But as a senior fan of Red Mansions, he is too familiar with Red Mansions. It is because of his familiarity that he knows how good this sequel is. It is almost as good as the original work, or even equal to the level of the original work. At least he can't see any problems!
But the point is, such a good thing only has this little word?
And there’s something obviously wrong with the ‘fragment’.
If it's neither up nor down, how could anyone stop here?
It’s like you’re about to do something, you’re just short of the final sprint, and you suddenly break???
That’s not true!!!
Zhang Mengling's current state shocked the leaders of several marking groups: "Old Zhang, what are you doing?"
"The lower part? Where is the lower part?"
"I have filled up the answer sheet, how can I still write on the scratch paper?"
"Why not?!" Zhang Mengling opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as she finished speaking, she realized what she was talking about?
This is the college entrance examination!!!
But why the college entrance examination?
Why is it the college entrance examination?!
He is angry!
Not only angry, but also anxious.
Not only was I angry and anxious, but I was also a little relieved and extremely excited.
Red Mansion... There is hope for completion!!!
"No, no, no, Lao Zhang, don't change your face so fast. We old guys will be scared to see you."
"What are you afraid of?"
"No, don't you know that we have high blood pressure and heart disease? You can change your attitude faster than flipping through a book. I'm afraid I might accidentally have a heart attack!"
"Uh, don't beat around the bush and scold me. I know I have a heart disease, but I didn't see him write the last part. I will definitely not die!!!" Zhang Mengling was so old, but she said this through gritted teeth at this moment.
In one sentence.
"Don't get excited!"
The leader of the marking team sighed: "We are looking for you, not to make you excited here, but to let you see from a professional perspective, how is this candidate doing in his writing?"
"After all, you are a professional in studying Red Mansions."
"Besides, you are still the one who made the question. We also want you to use it as a reference to determine the appropriate score."
“···”
After hearing this, Zhang Mengling gradually calmed down: "Professional? No matter how professional you are, how can this kid be so professional? His continuation can definitely be regarded as a god. It is the closest to the original work... no, it can even be said to be on the same level as the original work!"
"As for how many points to give."
"etc!"
"Tell me, who is the person who wrote this composition?!"
Suddenly a figure appeared in his mind, but he quickly shook his head.
No, it can't be him.
That guy is so arrogant and impetuous, how could he have such in-depth research on Red Mansions? Absolutely impossible!
"I can't reveal it, this is the college entrance examination!"
Several leaders looked serious.
"So...guess?"
Zhang Mengling was numb.
Can this be guessed?
Who can guess this? Aren’t you making things difficult for me... Hmm?! Wait a minute!
Let me guess?!
Besides that kid, who else can you guess?
"No, it can't be?"
"Lu Chuan?"
Several leaders immediately looked at him deeply and neither said yes nor no.
He guessed this on his own, and it's none of our business.
We didn't say anything, not even whether we guessed correctly. It's not a violation, let alone illegal.
"Really him?!"
Although Zhang Mengling is a big shot in the literary world, her reaction time is not slow at all. Everything is confirmed from their faces.
"cough."
Several leaders coughed dryly: "Old Zhang, don't care who it is. The question now is, from the perspective of you, the vice president of the Red Mansion Research Association, how many points should this essay be given?!"
Don’t care who it is? How can you not care?
Zhang Mengling suddenly felt distressed.
Isn't this slap in the face too quick?
A few days ago, I had been talking eloquently, telling others that it was absolutely impossible to get a perfect score in the college entrance examination this year, even if he, Lu Chuan, was a genius.
Turns out it’s only been a few days?!
It's just that he can't figure out how this kid Lu Chuan's brain grows?!
Red Mansion!
This is The Red Mansion. How the hell can you continue writing it, and the level and quality of the continuation is almost the same as the original?
Am I dreaming? Or has the world gone crazy?
I saw his face turning blue and white.
Several leaders had a rough idea of what he was thinking, and one of them tentatively said: "Well, I think that although the writing is good, it can't be called perfect. Otherwise, a symbolic deduction of one or two points?
"
Zhang Mengling was a little moved after hearing this.
I wanted to open my mouth to agree, but I felt blocked in my heart.
My eyes fell on the test paper again, the perfect calligraphy, the neat paper, and the continuation that I couldn't see any problems with, and even regarded it as a masterpiece from the bottom of my heart...
Just this kind of composition, don’t you give me full marks?
I can’t get over this hurdle in my heart!
"forget it."
Zhang Mengling couldn't help but slumped on the sofa and murmured: "Full marks."
"I think it deserves full marks."
Although it is said that literature is not the first, and martial arts is not second, and it is said that scholars look down on each other, good things are good things. As a human being, you must first have a conscience.
Of course, not everyone has a conscience.
But at least, I have it.
Zhang Mengling said helplessly: "This kid has gone too far."
"It's too awesome."
"So much so that he didn't even give me any reason to deduct points from him."
"It doesn't matter if the essay is good, I won't even deduct points for the paper! This guy~~~" He gritted his teeth.
"Forget it."
In the end, he comforted himself like this: "I'm a lot older, why should I be more serious with a young man like him? What's more, if someone really has this strength, why do I have to make things difficult for them?"
"I really have to do this..."
"I'm afraid that my grandson who is about to be born will not be able to do anything like that."
After the leaders left with complicated emotions, Zhang Mengling turned around and turned on her computer and entered the question group chat group.
It’s hard to send a message.
"Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm cold."
Wu Jianjun: "???"
Qin Zhenguo: "???"
"No, please make it clear!"
"You have cancer?"
Zhang Mengling: "I have your uncle's cancer?! Can you speak? I mean, if there is no accident, that boy will be perfect!"
"What?!"
"This is impossible!"
The others immediately 'rose up'.
"You think he is the great emperor in fantasy novels, how can he still live a 'second life'? Get a perfect score on the second test?!"
"This year's Chinese composition is about the Red Mansion. Can he get full marks?!"
"Isn't this nonsense?!"
"Sorry, he is really capable." Zhang Mengling was speechless and choked: "I gave it to you."
Everyone: "(ΩДΩ)???"
Wu Jianjun: "..., even if you get a perfect score in Chinese, it's not necessarily true for other subjects, right? The results haven't come out yet, and the marking progress is less than half."
But by the end of the conversation, he was no longer confident.
Zhang Mengling made an eye-rolling expression: "/Rolling eyes, with that kid's strength, last year your questions were so difficult that he could get full marks, not to mention that this year's difficulty is low?"
"Do you think he will fail on these issues?"
Everyone was speechless.
Unless that kid makes a mistake himself, there is really no possibility.
"Oh, my pot."
"I originally thought that this essay was enough to checkmate him. It didn't have too many problems, and it was enough that I couldn't get a perfect score in one essay. But who knew he was such a monster."
"To be honest, after I calmed down, I found that I was not as angry and uncomfortable as I thought. Instead, I was very excited. I was even very grateful to this guy and wanted to meet him."
Wu Jianjun was numb.
"Is it so evil?!"
There was another sentence that he didn't say.
You are a national-level literary figure, a top professor at the Tang Dynasty Academy, a giant in today's literary world, and the vice president of the Red Mansion Research Association (the president is still an official and doesn't have much in his stomach), but you are directly criticized by this essay.
Conquered?!
Who is that kid?!
A few days later.
The marking is over and the college entrance examination results are out.
Lu Chuan once again won the top spot in the national college entrance examination.
Full marks!
As soon as the results came out, all students, parents, and netizens could not calm down for a long time.
