Chapter 13

When Fang Xinghe was registering at the reception desk, Li Qigang happened to be sitting there.

Originally, he was looking down and writing something, and then he was awakened by the successive exclamations of the hotel front desk ladies.

Looking up, he was unreasonably struck on his retinas by that face full of divinity, and Li Qigang immediately gasped a mouthful of Shaanxi cold noodles.

"Hiss..."

He felt out of thin air a sensation of chili oil rushing into his nasal cavity; it was very choking at first, then his nose tip sweated slightly, and finally, his spirit was lifted.

"Student, are you also here to participate in the New Concept Essay Competition?"

"Yes."

Fang Xinghe glanced at the other person and placed the registration documents on the desk nonchalantly.

At this moment, he had entered a state of alienation.

I am here to conquer all of this, not planning to make friends with anyone.

So... everyone, stand against the wall for me!

Li Qigang felt the coldness of the youth before him, who only cared about himself. A strong expectation suddenly welled up in his heart. He hurriedly looked at the registration information and was suddenly overjoyed: "You are Fang Xinghe?"

"Yes, this is my ID card."

As expected, it should be like this!

Li Qigang sighed inwardly; those few articles were truly a perfect match for the youth before him.

If he had seen the person first and then guessed the other's articles, he would still have attributed "Youth" and "Sex" to the youth.

The reason he was shocked was mainly because the handsome youth, who was already 175cm tall, didn't look like he was 14 at all.

Another member of the registration group, in a responsible manner, followed up with a question: "You're not even 14 yet, how do you have an ID card?"

"I'm an orphan; the civil affairs department helped me get it."

As soon as Fang Xinghe's calm and cold voice came out, the front desk girl and the staff watching the fun let out a low exclamation, and the fan count on his panel instantly +4.

And they were all starting as mid-level fans.

Works?

What works do you need to like a poor little boy with appearance and talent!

Just letting maternal instincts run wild was enough.

Fang Xinghe didn't look back and tapped the desk lightly to remind the staff member who seemed to be feeling guilty: "Do I need to sign in? Where is my room?"

People with real strength never need to deliberately sell misery.

Because when your works conquer others, they will take the initiative to understand you and spontaneously imagine how miserable and pitiful you were during the days without their support.

"Oh, oh, okay, sign here."

Li Qigang woke up from his sigh and took the initiative to take Fang Xinghe to his room.

"Every contestant has a single room to ensure you can get the best rest. Three meals a day are provided; remember to come downstairs on time..."

He clearly wanted to chat with Fang Xinghe more, but Fang Xinghe coldly issued an order to leave.

"Thank you. If there's nothing else, I'd like to rest."

"Oh, oh, okay, then have a good rest. If you have anything, go downstairs and find our staff..."

After Li Qigang went downstairs, he sat at the reception desk for a while, but he really couldn't sit still; his butt was itching like crazy.

Finally, he left in a hurry and ran back to the *Mengya* editorial department.

As soon as he entered, he shouted excitedly: "Guess who I saw?!"

The judges weren't all here; some were preparing to come over on the 27th to supervise the competition. There were only a few people in the room.

"Who?"

"Guess!"

"To make you this excited..." Chen Danya's eyes suddenly lit up, "Fang Xinghe is here?"

"Yes! It's him!"

Li Qigang gulped down half a cup of tea and let out a long sigh: "You absolutely cannot imagine how handsome that kid is in person!"

Old Zhao, the old-fashioned deputy editor-in-chief, frowned: "The essay competition is about writing ability. What is handsome for?"

"He can be popular!"

Li Qigang's reaction was natural, and his answer was almost blurted out: "I dare not predict how he will do in the semi-finals, but as long as we publish his photo, I guarantee all the little girls in the country will go crazy!"

Old Zhao was increasingly displeased, but the curious Chen Danya spoke before him.

"That exaggerated? With his level, winning an award will be easy. If he can add other advantages, your *Mengya* might really be saved."

Wang Yali from the Writers Publishing House also became completely interested.

"Our preliminary plan is to use the east wind of the New Concept to see if we can dig up a few young writers who have both strength and style, so as to bring some new atmosphere to the stagnant literary scene. Qigang, do you think Fang Xinghe can do it?"

"It's not like you haven't read his articles."

Li Qigang was full of confidence: "It's hard to say about long novels, but just writing essays, he is enough to bring an impact to the teenage reader market."

"Mm, that's true."

Wang Yali changed her tone: "Then when shall we go see him?"

"Don't go." Li Qigang waved his hand, "This kid is very rebellious, and his self-protection awareness is too strong..."

Li Qigang rambled on, and Fang Xinghe gained 5 more fans.

Wang Yali and Chen Danya couldn't sit still and insisted on guarding the hotel, but they didn't want to knock on the door to disturb Fang Xinghe, so they waited in the restaurant.

Therefore, when Fang Xinghe went downstairs for dinner, he found two aunts constantly looking at him.

The big handsome hunk didn't think much of it, because all women stole glances at him.

The power of his 99-point appearance, after leaving the fixed territory of the Third Middle School, was blooming more and more obviously.

After eating, he returned to his room and seized the time to do a few more sets of test papers.

The semi-final exam wasn't very important in his heart; a first-class award was the baseline, and the only difference was how well he could perform. Instead, the high school entrance exam was much more troublesome.

Having strength means being this confident.

Over the next two days, he saw many other contestants from out of town.

The expression on everyone's face when they saw him was about the same—

wow~⊙o⊙

The succubus youth's expression always carried a hint of nonchalance, but his posture was upright, his core always tightened, and every move was natural and free.

The hunched back and timidness common among teenagers had never existed in Fang Xinghe.

And after practicing martial arts, his previously slightly loose demeanor had been transformed, so the current Fang handsome hunk was not only handsome but also handsome with a strong aura.

This directly led to him not making any friends.

Other contestants often chatted with each other, but as soon as they saw his figure, they immediately became very uncomfortable.

The occasional snippets of conversation he heard were the girls' "He's so handsome" and the boys' "He's so cool."

Buddy, you know too much.

Fang Xinghe sometimes thought: Actually, I'm very easy to communicate with; one hook and I'm connected.

However, in the end, he didn't try to break the ice—the time for doing questions was already tight, so making friends could wait for now.

Furthermore, becoming friends with me probably isn't a lucky thing.

Time flew to the 27th.

Fang Xinghe sat in the last row, spinning his fountain pen nonchalantly.

While waiting, he indeed didn't see Han Han.

At this time, the good big brother was probably sporting a Chen Haonan-style center-parted long hairstyle, often shyly hanging his head, occasionally wearing glasses, but mostly not wearing them.

The young Han Shao was very interesting; in any case, he was definitely much more interesting than the director Han Han.

Not seeing him, Fang Xinghe felt a tiny bit of regret, but at this moment, he was also scenery in the eyes of others, so he wasn't bored.

Someone in front turned around sneakily to look at him, eyes dodging, with a strong sense of being a thief.

No need for that, sister; if you want to look, just look openly.

Fang Xinghe suddenly raised an eyebrow at a lucky one, scaring her so much that she shrank her head, and her knee seemed to hit the table leg, making a muffled sound.

That girl lay on the table with tears in her eyes...

Very good, sooner or later I'll write you into my book.

The bad seed smiled, signed the three big characters "Fang Xinghe" at the beginning of the manuscript paper—sloppy, casual, not very good-looking, but with style.

A burst of footsteps came from the corridor, and a teacher with a lion's mane hairstyle walked in. He held an apple, showed it to everyone, and suddenly opened his mouth and took a bite.

Placing the apple with a piece missing on the podium, the lion's mane smiled and spoke.

"Students, this is the essay topic. There is a total of three hours for the exam; you can write whatever you want."

A slight chaos erupted in the classroom; the students were a bit panicked, feeling very impacted.

The long-dead memory suddenly began to attack Fang Xinghe. He remembered that the semi-final topic of the first New Concept Essay Competition was said to be very wicked; so that's how wicked it was.

Because the space for breaking the topic was too wide, the conception became difficult, and it was indeed very difficult to write something brilliant.

But it's not a big problem, just so-so.

Fang Xinghe smiled and listed seven or eight outlines.