Rebirth of the National Male God Chapter 457: Shu Cheng’s manuscript (7)

Then the camera switched to the Beihai Pavilion.

With this scene, I watched the mother and son eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles for the second time. "On this day, I was sent away by this sentence that was said dozens or even hundreds of times."

The camera switches to the third year. In this scene, the reader understands the encounter of the mother and son in more detail, and then there are years of no trace and no news.

The considerate boss added an extra noodle to the face of a mother with two children who only ordered a copy of Yangchun noodles. Yes, it will hurt their self-esteem.

"Mom, it’s so delicious~"

"Let’s eat next year~"

"Wow~"

This location has been reserved for the mother and son, and has become a happy seat. Even if the store is renovated, it will remain in its original appearance and be placed in the center of the store. When the guest asks, the boss will tell the story of this bowl of Yangchun noodle tell them.

Since then, this seat has become a happy seat, and many couples have come from a long distance to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles at this location.

Seeing this, the president's eyes are wet.

There is warmth everywhere, although it is only very subtle, even weak, but it is still full of happiness in the heart.

Many years later, boys have a successful career. They brought their mothers in beautiful kimonos back to eat three bowls of Yangchun noodles.

The president read the manuscript, and he couldn't help feeling his excellent writing style. Such writing skills do not know when he will be comparable.

The president recalled the discussion of the literary society just now. If such a work is perfunctory, then what kind of work is considered perfunctory?

This manuscript is deeply moving, sincerely emotional, and interprets the truth, kindness, and beauty of human nature, bringing people endless thinking and enlightenment. Such works are said to be written by the literary world. Possibly, participating in an essay contest is more than enough.

He knows what the literary level of the internal staff of the literary society is. Zhang Guobao is indeed excellent in writing and writing. He has participated in many essay contests and has rich experience. He often wins the first place in the competition, compared with other Tsinghua University. Students are indeed a lot better.

But he is still far worse than Shu Cheng.

Perhaps it should be said that there is no comparison.

I'm not deliberately taunting, nor derogating Zhang Guobao, as it is.

"President." Zhang Guobao pushed in, "I don't think you should submit Shu Cheng's manuscript for the time being, I will persuade him to write another article, I, No, Think, Win, No, No, Wu!"

The young man’s eyes are ignited with blood and wanton publicity. He really doesn’t want to be invincible. Since he wants to compare, it must be a fair contest.

In his opinion, Shu Cheng’s perfunctory things are an insult to him. What he wants is a decent win!

The president looked at Zhang Guobao's eyes and sighed, "Have you heard what they said?"

Zhang Guobao frowned blankly. Who listened to whom? What do you mean?

"I advise you to talk after reading this essay!" The president gave the computer to Zhang Guobao.

Zhang Guobao's eyes flashed with doubt, and opened Shu Cheng's manuscript.

Twenty minutes later.

"I lost, it was not a level competition at all, it was a fiasco." Zhang Guobao's eyes were lonely, and she was shining brightly, "So I will work harder."