The communication room was blocked by Song Chan's fans. Li Mengjiao was so petite that she couldn't squeeze in, and her voice was drowned in the cheers of the crowd.
Song Chan recognized her and asked several classmates to lower their voices: "It's Senior Sister Li, make way for Junior Sister."
In key provincial areas, some people like Li Mengjiao, while others dislike her.
The most admired people are only true academics. Li Mengjiao has average grades. Her popularity in school depends on talent competitions. In the eyes of some students, this is a sign of not doing her job properly. Students who like Song Chan will not like Li Mengjiao.
Song Chan asked her classmates to give way, but several students were reluctant to move. Song Chan coughed, and they reluctantly moved aside.
"Thank you, senior sister."
Li Mengjiao squeezed past Song Chan and stood outside the window of the communication room, craning her neck and looking around. The uncle of the communication room asked her with a smile: "Didn't you just come to pick up the letter in the morning? You came just in time, there are a few more letters from you in the afternoon.
!”
Someone sneered and muttered: "Are you in such a hurry?"
Fans write letters and send gifts every day. No one has experienced this kind of life, but they don’t envy it. It’s too superficial!
Li Mengjiao casually stuffed the letter written by her fans into her schoolbag without moving her head from the window:
"I'm not looking for these letters. Just like Senior Sister Song Chan, are there any registered letters sent from the Magic City? The semi-final notice of the New Concept Essay Contest!"
Song Chan's fans are a little restless.
Li Mengjiao also participated in the New Concept Essay Contest?
When did the threshold for the New Concept Essay Contest become so low!
Song Chan's brows jumped: "Xuemei Li, you also participated in the competition?"
"Mengjiao is looking for registered mail for me."
Wen Ying finally squeezed forward.
Song Chan glanced at her and didn't seem to recognize who she was. Someone reminded Song Chan in a low voice, and Song Chan smiled at Wen Ying.
If Li Mengjiao's popularity is impetuous and superficial, Wen Ying's little fame is entirely dependent on others.
Wen Ying is not as good as Li Mengjiao.
She is not interested in campus activities, and her grades are not among the best among top academics.
I haven't shown any extraordinary talents so far.
Round faces are quite cute, but girls with such cuteness are everywhere in school, so there is nothing unusual about them.
It is really puzzling that such an ordinary girl can break into the small group of Li Mengjiao and others.
"Senior sister, you also participated in the New Concept Essay Contest? That's great. I'm worried that no one will go to the Magic City to participate in the semi-finals with me. Let's go together then."
Song Chan's speaking tone is just like what she gives people. Her voice is not loud, slow and slow, and very bookish.
There is also a convincing sincerity in her tone. Although she did not know Wen Ying before, she usually takes the initiative to release kind people and will soon become friends with her.
Wen Ying's mind was focused on Li Mengjiao, and she had no time to deal with Song Chan's familiarity.
The two of them didn't know each other before, but Song Chan invited her to go to the Magic City with him in public... It would be so embarrassing if Wen Ying didn't enter the semi-finals.
What's more, Wen Ying had just heard the sneers from the crowd.
This group of people's attitude towards Li Mengjiao is not very kind. They look down on Li Mengjiao and think that Li Mengjiao is not worthy of participating in the new concept essay contest?
No matter how elegant and talented he is, Wen Ying doesn't want to talk to him.
"No need, senior, I may not be able to enter the semi-finals."
When Song Chan heard Ying's refusal, she was stunned.
Song Chan's fans are also in disbelief.
Someone actually rejected Song Chan's invitation?
You take yourself too seriously!
"Song Chan, why are you so kind? I'm right. There are tens of thousands of people participating in the competition across the country, and there are only 200 places for the semi-finals. If one of you from our school is selected, can it still be her turn?"
"Yes, I just went through all the registered letters, and only one is the rematch notice, and it's yours!"
Wen Ying was not as knowledgeable as these little girls, but Li Mengjiao was very angry and turned around to yell at them:
"Why isn't Wen Ying's turn? Is it only Senior Song who can write articles?"
Li Mengjiao felt that the boss in the delivery room was slow, so she squeezed into the delivery room to look through the letters.
"Today's letters are all here."
The receptionist opened the drawer and asked Li Mengjiao to find it herself.
Li Mengjiao took out the letters one by one and hurriedly read the names. The first time she read it, there was no one named Wen Ying. Li Mengjiao was a little anxious. After reading it again, there was still no name!
——Wen Ying really didn’t enter the semi-finals?
If Wen Ying's writing was not good, how could the magazine editor ask Wen Ying to serialize the novel?
Teacher Yuan also said that the MV plot script written by Wen Ying was good.
Li Mengjiao has never doubted Wen Ying's ability, but now she doubts that the judges of the New Concept Essay Contest are not good at judging!
"Forget it, Mengjiao."
Hanhan was sweating on his forehead. Wen Ying was really touched and embarrassed.
Li Mengjiao is not so concerned about the success or failure of the draft competition, but she is very concerned about whether Wen Ying enters the semi-finals.
Wen Ying felt a little apologetic. It was her own lack of strength that caused Li Mengjiao to lose face in front of these students.
Song Chan didn't care about Li Mengjiao's hot temper and Wen Ying's coldness, and comforted Wen Ying very gracefully:
"It doesn't matter. If you can't enter the semi-finals this year, you can participate again next year. Many people have to submit several articles before they have a chance to be selected. If you want to have a better chance, you can submit a few more articles."
The New Concept Contest does not limit the number of manuscripts. The same person can submit several manuscripts, but needs to attach a few more registration forms. This is a means of promoting the magazine, and it also gives contestants more opportunities.
There are very few contestants who only send one entry article like Wen Ying. If you send more articles, you have a greater chance of hitting the judges’ taste!
Song Chan said such good words that even Wen Ying felt embarrassed to continue to be cold-faced.
Song Chan's classmates sneered, "Song Chan, you don't have to be so kind, others won't appreciate it."
Wen Ying turned to look at the girl, making the girl feel uncomfortable.
"Look what I do, I tell the truth!"
Wen Ying turned to Song Chan and gave serious advice: "Senior, you should really screen the quality of the followers around you. They are like this, which will greatly affect your image, senior, and lower your overall grade!"
"What nonsense are you talking about——"
This mouth is too short.
The girl next to Song Chan wanted to rush over, but Song Chan stopped her.
Song Chan's expression was a little stiff.
What Wen Ying said didn't sound nice, but when I thought about it carefully, it made some sense.
Wen Ying squeezed to Li Mengjiao and held Li Mengjiao's hand, "Okay, if you don't make it to the semi-finals, then you don't make it. Don't look for it."
Li Mengjiao's hands were cold and her palms were sweaty.
The receptionist advised, "The letters are all here. They didn't arrive today. Can you come back and take a look at them on Monday?"
If it doesn’t arrive today, the possibility of arriving again on Monday is very small. The notices for the rematch were all sent together. How come the registered letters with the same destination arrived separately?
Since Song Chan has received the rematch notice, she really didn't make it.
Wen Ying was indeed a little disappointed, but it was not unacceptable.
Wen Ying is not really only sixteen years old. She regards losing a game as a major event in her life. If she doesn't make it, she doesn't make it. She will try again next year.
Li Mengjiao's face was full of grievances, "The judges have no discernment!"
"You're right, they have no vision."
Wen Ying seemed to be coaxing a child, and Li Mengjiao did whatever she said.
The girl next to Song Chan raised her voice: "No, what do you mean? If you don't enter the semi-finals, it means the judges have poor judgment. So Song Chan is wrong to enter the semi-finals? I think the judges are very discerning. If you write well, you can be shortlisted, so
Song Chan has just been shortlisted!"
Whoever didn't get in had a bad score. Isn't it obvious?
"Let's look for it again."
A male voice came from outside the crowd, like water drops sliding on jade, cold and refreshing.
It's Xie Qian.
Li Mengjiao wanted to treat Wen Ying to fried skewers, but Xie Qian refused to eat. The three of them did not leave together after school.
He didn't know when he arrived at the school gate. Everyone was paying attention to Li Mengjiao going to open the registered mail, but they didn't notice him standing behind the crowd. As soon as Xie Qian opened his mouth, the girls all stepped back. The girl who just spoke was very worried: "I
Is your tone of voice too harsh?
It's not that everyone has any thoughts about Xie Qian, it's just that when they are teenagers, girls are always very concerned about their image in front of teenagers like Xie Qian.
No one doesn't know Xie Qian.
The undisputed school darling of the provincial key point, the number one in the first grade of high school, the perfect male god with both appearance and intelligence.
Song Chan thought that she was not a vulgar girl. When Xie Qian really came closer and passed by her, Song Chan couldn't help but hold her breath.
Xie Qian didn't care what Song Chan and the others were thinking. People he didn't know had no sense of existence in his eyes. When he walked into the communication room, his eyes turned red when he saw Li Mengjiao.
Wen Ying couldn't tell anything strange.
It’s not that the hamster is not sad, it’s just that his heart is stronger than Li Mengjiao’s, so he can’t see the sadness.
"Have you looked for them all?"
Xie Qian asked Li Mengjiao, and Li Mengjiao nodded vigorously, feeling aggrieved again: "I think Wen Ying will definitely be shortlisted, but I can't find the registered letter."
I look for it every day, but I can't find it!
Will the letter still grow wings and fly away?
Wen Ying opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Xie Qian had already picked up the stack of registered letters. He read through them one by one and fiddled with the envelopes with his long fingers, conveying that there was silence both inside and outside the room.
Good-looking people look good no matter what they do.
To put it shamelessly, someone wanted to turn it into a registered mail and was patted on the head by Xie Qian... just thinking about it, my cheeks seemed to be burning.
Xie Qian read it very carefully and found that there was indeed no letter from Wen Ying.
The receptionist was not very comfortable, "I put all the letters in the drawer..."
After searching for it so many times, it must be a very important letter. The man in the communication room couldn't help but explain it clearly. He was very conscientious and would not lose the student's letter.
Xie Qian closed and opened the drawer, repeated this twice, and began to reach out and fumble in the drawer.
Li Mengjiao sniffed, eagerly hoping that a miracle would happen.
Wen Ying watched Xie Qian half-crouch down to touch the drawer, and her heart felt sour and swollen.
"Xie Qian..."
"……found it."
Xie Qian stood up straight, pulled out a letter from his hand, glanced at it before handing it to Wen Ying:
"is yours."
The sender is "Grudge Magazine" and the recipient is "Wen Ying, Class 16, Grade 1". It is indeed the rematch notice that Wen Ying has been waiting for!
"ah?"
Wen Ying was speechless for a moment, and Li Mengjiao burst into tears and laughed: "I knew Wen Ying could enter the semi-finals. Xie Qian, you are so good. How did you find it?"
"It's stuck in the cracks of the drawer. Didn't you find that it's difficult to open and close the drawer?"
As for why Wen Ying's rematch notice was stuck in the crack of the drawer, Xie Qian looked out the door.
The air seemed to freeze, and you could hear a pin drop on the ground. The little follower who just helped Song Chan get the letter subconsciously denied it: "You all see what I do, I didn't hide it!"