Chapter 16

"Sit, sit!"

Wang Yali seemed to like Fang Xinghe very much; she was kind and enthusiastic, and her eyes even revealed a feeling of overflowing maternal love.

But in fact, she was born in '70 and is only 30 years old this year.

She pulled Fang Xinghe to sit on the edge of the bed, then sat on a stool opposite him and started a long string of words.

"Ever since I saw your three articles, I have been thinking about coming to see you every day, but before the semi-finals hadn't been taken, and as judges, it wasn't very convenient for Sister Chen and me to come to talk to you. Look, now that the exam is over, we rushed over. Actually, there is no serious business; we just want to see you with our own eyes and care about your future plans..."

She had a fiery and straightforward personality and didn't care about the taboo of being too familiar too soon; she just started outputting.

And Chen Danya was more gentle, smiling and praising him: "Little Fang is really handsome. All the women on our organizing committee wanted to come to see you, but Teacher Yuan Min and the others were grading papers, so the two of us slacked off, and then on the way, we heard Zhaoyan and Qigang say that you helped them a lot again."

Mr. Ye answered heartily: "Isn't that so? I was so anxious I didn't think of the notarization thing. Renjun is also familiar with many judges; if it weren't for Little Fang's reminder, if Han Han really won an award later, our credibility would be questioned."

Fang Xinghe saw that the three of them could put on a big show by themselves, so he simply didn't interrupt and listened with a faint smile.

Until Wang Yali asked: "Little Fang, you are so young, how come you seem so familiar with notarization?"

Fang Xinghe realized this was a good opportunity, so he "whitewashed" himself in advance.

"Before my mother passed away, she left me a small courtyard. My uncle wanted to snatch it away, and I almost set fire to his house. Then, when the civil affairs and the uncles came to mediate, they notarized it by the way."

His tone was very light and faint; after all, a long time had passed, and he had died once himself, so he could talk about this easily.

But to the ears of the two ladies, it was ironclad proof that Little Fang had suffered in his heart.

Literati are already full of emotions, and women even more so, so the two big sisters and aunts had moist eyes, and their maternal love became even more overflowing.

"I know some people have a hard life, and I have seen many people with hard lives with my own eyes, but seeing such a young child struggling to survive alone, my heart still feels too uncomfortable..."

"In the future, if that bastard finds trouble again, don't fight him yourself; tell your aunt, and your aunt will help you destroy him! What kind of person is he?!"

Fang Xinghe didn't go too far, just touched on it lightly and took the initiative to change the subject.

"I heard that all universities attach great importance to this competition, is that right?"

"Yes, now the teachers are rushing to review the Group A manuscripts; if there are no accidents, we can decide on a few guaranteed admission spots today."

"We are determined to run this competition well and make an impact, so Peking University will definitely pick someone; you will know who it is at the award ceremony tomorrow afternoon."

Learning this news, Fang Xinghe felt relieved.

If Peking University is willing to cooperate, then the basic popularity is very stable.

And the tireless promotion of these newspapers and publishing houses can maximize the dissemination effect; it seems that he can concentrate on preparing for a long novel after going back.

Just as he thought of this, Wang Yali happened to ask: "Little Fang, your level is very high; have you thought about publishing a book?"

Fang Xinghe pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Actually, I am writing one."

"Really?"

Wang Yali was happy from the bottom of her heart: "The essay collection may be published in the middle of the year, and the popularity will definitely be high then. If you can write the book smoothly, you should be able to ride the east wind."

This sister is too straightforward, and her thinking is ahead of the curve; she is worthy of being a director.

But Mr. Ye and Chen Danya were cautious.

"In the current book market, young people may not necessarily be recognized, right?"

"Little Fang should still focus on his studies now; there is no need to rush to publish a book. Wouldn't it be better to participate in two more New Concept competitions?"

"It's okay." Wang Yali was full of enthusiasm and confidence, "Just Fang's face alone is worth 5,000 copies if printed on the cover!"

Chen and Ye subconsciously turned to look at Fang Xinghe, and then they didn't object anymore.

"That's true."

"You know how to sell books; this method is very good."

Wang Yali smiled triumphantly and asked Fang Xinghe: "When can your book be written? When the time comes, you must come to your aunt; I will help you get the best treatment."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Yali."

Fang Xinghe just promised and didn't answer when he could finish writing.

Then, the word "sister" made Director Wang float away.

Hahaha, hahahahaha...

She kept giggling.

And just at this time, in the office where the judges were, there were also people laughing and shouting.

Yu Hua stood up waving an exam paper: "How can this be given 2 points? How can it only be given 2 points?"

He walked to the Nankai Chinese Department teacher who gave the 2 points with the paper and stared at the other party: "You tell me, why did you give 2 points."

The teacher didn't dare to look into Yu Hua's eyes and replied: "It went off-topic."

Yu Hua didn't speak and showed it to Li Qigang, who also thought it didn't go off-topic, so several teachers argued about it for a while and thought it should be given a third-class award.

On the other side, several female writers were also arguing.

"With Liu Lina's level, she is really worthy of a first-class award!"

"I disagree!"

"How good is she? I still remember her *Code in the Wind*—now I know my heart is a set of codes; on that afternoon in the second year of high school when he walked in with the wind, the code was messed up. That set of numbers has since become a mysterious mystery that even I cannot solve."

Fang Fang sighed: "A high school student can write her very secret first love feelings so beautifully and purely. Isn't this a very special talent?"

"Her preliminary work is top-notch, I agree, but the semi-finals are the semi-finals; giving awards randomly is unfair to other children! Isn't Ding Yan's preliminary work brilliant? Her semi-final work also maintained the level!"

Tie Ning, who was on the side, suddenly raised the manuscript in her hand: "Stop arguing, the first place is out!"

Swish!

All eyes focused over at once.

Li Qigang was very strange: "Where do we have any first-place evaluation? And is there any manuscript more talented than *Peering at People in the Cup*?"

Chen Sihe seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "Fang Xinghe's?"

This name seemed to have some kind of magic; as soon as everyone heard it, they immediately put down their work and gathered around.

"So many people, can't see it all... who will read it?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Peking University Chinese professor Cao Wenxuan squeezed into the innermost part with enthusiasm: "I have been a broadcaster and host; my Mandarin is the best, don't fight with me!"

So everyone agreed to let him do it.

Then, it was a magical scene of a group of writers and scholars listening to a professor read a middle school student's essay.

When he read the part about "civilization infection," all the small noises in the room disappeared.

When he read "the children who have been bitten grow up in strange shapes," some people subconsciously changed their posture, as if something had suddenly become awkward.

When he reached the sentence "the fundamental reason why we wild children who have not been carefully cared for eventually become 'what kind of thing'," everyone frowned, their expressions serious and heavy.

They were all a group of people extremely good at digging information from text; who wouldn't think of the deep meaning behind this?

"Wild child" itself is a kind of oppositional symbolic summary, and coupled with the four words "what kind of thing," it is not only harsh but even piercing.

Up to now, this article looks plain at first glance, but it is actually as cold and sharp as a scalpel, dissecting a reality that is most common but often ignored.

A heavy atmosphere gradually "infected" the whole room.