Chapter 15

The draft was completed in one go, and Fang Xinghe checked it twice more, suddenly beginning to wonder if it was a bit too "dad-like."

He pondered carefully for a moment, feeling that such things could not be perfect in every way.

The highest meaning that could be derived from "an apple with a bite taken out of it" was just about this, no matter how much one mulled it over.

An essay is not a long novel; because of the short length, it can only follow a single line. To get a good effect, one must output enough emotion.

Once the emotion is too intense, there will definitely be those who love it deeply and those who are repulsed by it.

There is no article so awesome that everyone must like it; as long as it is certain that it has not deviated from the target audience, there is no need to be overly demanding about the rest.

Considering that the target audience is the teenagers of the print media era, writing to the current degree should be just right.

Thus, Fang Xinghe simply polished the text and finalized the draft.

He copied the whole piece, raised his hand, and handed in the paper.

"Finished writing?"

The invigilator was extremely amiable and clearly treated Fang Xinghe differently: "There is still plenty of time; don't you want to polish it a bit more?"

The boy felt this, smiled faintly, nodded, and said: "There is no need for any changes; let it be."

"Good, then you can go back; take care."

Thus, Fang Xinghe walked out with a carefree air.

By the end of March, the campus in the magic city already had half a touch of spring; it was rare, bright weather, and the sunshine was very warm.

Walking from the small path beside the old building to the school gate, there was no one else on the way.

Looking back at the small building that was brewing a torrent, the boy smiled lightly and stretched freely and comfortably.

Who is the first to wake from the great dream?

I, the mad scholar, know it myself...

Arriving at the hotel, he amiably asked the front desk where he could iron clothes.

The young lady looked flattered and hurriedly said: "You can give me the clothes you want to iron; I will go find the sister in logistics for you."

"Then I will trouble you; thank you."

Fang Xinghe nodded extremely stingily and did not smile.

Yet the young lady still looked greatly encouraged and gathered the courage to ask: "Your eyes are so beautiful; are they natural?"

Look, this is why President Fang always pretends to be cold on the outside; it’s really not that I’m split-personality, but that these girls, big sisters, and little aunts are just too unreserved.

You are always like this; how sad would it be for those ugly buddies to see it?

Fang Xinghe shook his head and patiently replied with the last sentence: "No, they only started to change slowly in the first year of junior high. I'm going up to get my clothes; please wait a moment."

"No trouble, no trouble! Hehehehe..."

The young lady squinted her eyes and let out a strange laugh; without looking, one could tell it was another young girl in spring who had fallen into the "infatuated girlfriend fan" syndrome.

Don't look at just this short while and these two sentences of conversation; the story in her mind had likely already developed to a climax, and she probably even had clear results for what to name their future sons and daughters.

Turning to go upstairs, Fang Xinghe finally couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Is it really cool to be fanatically liked by people?

To tell the truth, it’s super cool!

It can satisfy the vanity of being born as a human too much.

Regardless of whether it's men, women, big brothers, or losers, showing off is a rigid demand; there is nothing wrong with admitting that.

If that kind of liking is not just empty fanaticism, but also admiration born because I am particularly awesome, that would be even cooler, making one feel like floating on air.

And this is exactly where part of Fang Xinghe's motivation lies.

He went to the room to bring the whole set of clothes down and returned to continue grinding through questions.

When he went downstairs for lunch at noon, he heard many contestants complaining that the questions were too difficult, too strange, that they didn't perform ideally, and so on.

Perhaps because everyone's mentality relaxed after it was over, a few girls finally dared to... stare at Fang Xinghe.

They just looked and didn't come up to talk; compared to later generations, their initiative was indeed weak.

This is not simplicity, but that personal consciousness is difficult to break through the limitations of the environment; to put it bluntly, their mentality is not strong enough.

The good big brother is different; he really dares to spray, a model for our generation.

Another day of missing him~~~

As the saying goes, what is constantly thought of will have an echo; when Fang Xinghe went to get his clothes in the afternoon, he suddenly encountered Han Han in the hotel unexpectedly.

Accompanied by Mr. Li Qigang and Mr. Ye Zhaoyan, they led Han Han, who indeed had flowing long hair, and a middle-aged man through the corridor, heading straight for an empty room.

Seeing Fang Xinghe, Mr. Li was particularly surprised: "Little Fang, how did you do on the exam?"

"Quite steady."

Fang Xinghe did not deliberately act humble, then turned his head to size up Han Han.

At the same time, Han Han also raised his head; the moment their eyes met, Han Haonan froze there, his eyeballs wide, his mouth slightly open—literally dumbfounded.

The 99-point appearance seemed to have scared the big brother~~~

Actually, Young Master Han is also a handsome young man; there are no hard flaws in his facial features, and his overall temperament is quite outstanding; giving him 80 points is not a grievance.

However, appearance is too afraid of comparison; the gap between 99 and 95 is already huge, let alone 99 against 80.

Well, such a comparison is somewhat cruel...

Fang Xinghe smiled at the stunned good big brother, then turned to ask Li Qigang: "What is this?"

"There was a contestant who was not notified due to our work error. His preliminary work was of a very high level, and it just so happens that he lives in the magic city, so we fought for a chance for him to compete alone; we are taking him to take the exam."

Mr. Li was quite sincere and didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with telling such things to a child.

So, Fang Xinghe, based on the attitude of "you respect me, I will respect you," kindly reminded them:

"The reason is not important; since you believe in his level, there is definitely no problem with his ability. However, procedural justice should still be paid attention to; wouldn't it be better to bring a notary?"

Mr. Ye slapped his hand: "Busy and confused; look at how we handled this!"

Mr. Li also realized the problem and hurried toward the room: "I'll go make a call to the notary office, trouble Little Liu to come over, and we'll wait a bit longer."

The other middle-aged man was full of lingering fear and gratitude, hurriedly thanking him.

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you so much for your reminder; otherwise, if this child really gets a result, he would be questioned later. Little classmate, may I ask your name?"

"Fang Xinghe."

The handsome guy nodded, looking light and breezy, and waved goodbye to everyone.

"Then you guys go take the exam; I'll go back and grind some more questions."

As the group entered the room, Mr. Ye was still full of praise for Fang Xinghe.

"Little Fang is particularly amazing; born an orphan, he came to compete alone. Not only is his writing level extremely high, but he is also particularly independent and mature..."

Han Renjun nodded in agreement: "Indeed, you can tell from one sentence; he looks like a phoenix on the outside and a dragon on the inside."

Han Han pursed his lips tightly and didn't make a sound, but his spirit had already been fully activated.

He is never a bad person, but his arrogance is also real; he has never been convinced by any peer.

Hearing everyone praising Fang Xinghe, he secretly made up his mind that he must write an awesome article later to show you all who is the real dragon and phoenix!

Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Xinghe was doing a junior high physics paper when Mr. Ye brought two ladies to knock on his door.

"Little Fang, the exam is over; finally, I can come to see you."

"Mr. Ye, please sit."

Fang Xinghe behaved very politely; madness and arrogance don't have to be worn on the face all the time; they are more powerful when accumulated in the heart.

"Let me introduce you..."

Mr. Ye mentioned the names and professions of the two ladies, and he immediately had a three-point judgment in his heart.

Wang Yali is the director of the Third Editorial Office of the Writers Publishing House, and Chen Danya is Chen Danqing's younger sister and the editor-in-chief of the *Xinmin Evening News*.

Fang Xinghe is not familiar with the Writers Publishing House.

But he knows something about the *Xinmin Evening News*; at this time, it is roughly the third-ranked newspaper in terms of circulation in the country, only behind the *People's Daily* and *Southern Weekly*.

And the *Xinmin Evening News* is quite trendy; it already publishes an electronic version online, which Fang Xinghe must check every time he goes online to look for things.

It is indeed the first New Concept; anyone picked out is a connection that ordinary people can't even dream of...

But he behaved very calmly, without any flattery or being flattered.

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Chen, hello, is there anything?"