After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 17 Literary Contest
In Zhenhua Middle School, the morning reading class has just ended.

Chen Tianhong walked to Wang Shanshan's side: "Shanshan changed seats"

"I won't change." Wang Shanshan looked stubborn.

She was really speechless. Ever since he changed seats with her that time, Chen Tianhong often came to ask her to change seats, a typical ulterior motive.

"Student Wang Shanshan, let me tell you a secret. I have a physical book of "The Best of Us" in my schoolbag today. This is a complete copy. It took me a lot of effort to get it."

Chen Tianhong knew how to deal with the big light bulb Wang Shanshan, it was very simple, either buy snacks or novels.Never missed, never lost.

Sure enough, after hearing Chen Tianhong's words, Wang Shanshan had disappeared and went to look through the books in her schoolbag.

"Your cousin helped again?" Liu Yifei asked.

"En." Chen Tianhong nodded without blinking.

"Your cousin is really mysterious. When will you let me meet you? I'm curious."

"I'll talk about this when I have a chance. Come on, let's study."

Just as the two were enjoying their reading, the homeroom teacher Cao Bing walked into the classroom and saw the two of them at a glance. It couldn't be helped that the first row was too obvious.

"Chen Tianhong, what are you doing!"

Cao Bing is a female teacher, although not as good as Liu Desheng's roar of thunder.But the penetrating power of the girl's voice is really strong.

"I'm learning! I'm learning physics, no, I'm learning how to write essays."

After seeing Cao Bing, Chen Tianhong got up and stood at attention. He later added that he learned writing skills because Cao Bing was a Chinese teacher.

"Well, since when did you love writing so much, then there is an opportunity, you can participate. Now go back to your seat for me."

Cao Bing gave Chen Tianhong a warning look.

Not only Chen Tianhong, but the other students in the class all returned to their respective positions, and the whole class was suddenly silent, and the majesty of the class teacher Cao Bing could be seen from this.

"Opportunity, what is an opportunity? What does the teacher in charge mean?"

Chen Tianhong, who returned to his seat, was confused and didn't understand what the head teacher Cao Bing said just now.But right away he understood.

"Students, let me tell you one thing! Registration for the 27th National Literary Works Contest for Middle School Students has begun. My request is that all of our class must participate. We must prepare quickly in the past few days. The study committee will collect the manuscripts on Friday. Leave it to me. Student Liu Yifei, you have to behave well."

After Cao Bing finished the news, he turned his face and said to Liu Yifei.

Although the entire class is required to participate, Cao Bing knows that the one who is most likely to show his face is Liu Yifei, the study committee member.

"Teacher, I will try my best."

Liu Yifei nodded obediently.

The National Literary Works Competition for Middle School Students is jointly organized by the Ministry of Education and the Writers Association. It is held every three years and is aimed at middle school students across the country, including high school students and junior high school students.

College students don't participate in this session, they do it once every four years, and they have to wait until the next year's National College Student Literary Works Competition.

This competition has a high gold content, and the judges are basically all writers from the Writers Association.

At the beginning of the competition system, the Ministry of Education issued a notice to schools all over the country to collect works written by students.Each student can only write one work, and the subject matter is not limited, including novels, poems, dramas, and essays.

After the students have finished writing, the writers of the local city Writers Association will conduct a preliminary selection, and the selected works will be sent to the Provincial Writers Association for the second step of re-selection, and the selected works will be sent to the headquarters of the Writers Association for the final selection.

In the end, the top 1000 outstanding works were selected and rewarded. This reward is not only for the students themselves, but also for the school.

In this world, this is a very important competition with a high degree of attention. Even ranking 1000 is a great honor. If you enter the top [-], let alone the monetary rewards. You can choose any high school or university you want.

The head teacher, Cao Bing, left after speaking. Most of the students in the class were eager to take the test, which was a major event second only to the college entrance examination.

If anyone can get a good ranking, not to mention entering the whole country, even being selected for the semi-finals of the Provincial Writers Association after the preliminary round, it will be a very revealing thing.If it is sent to the headquarters by the Provincial Writers Association, even if it is not ranked in the whole country in the end, the universities in the province will extend an olive branch.

"I'm going to write science fiction."

Bai Jinxin is gearing up, he usually likes to read science fiction, so this time he naturally chose to write novels.

There is no limit to the subject matter, but students still choose to write novels and essays, and poetry is generally chosen by junior high school students. After all, it is simpler. As for drama, basically no one will choose it.

Chen Tianhong ignored his buddies. Science fiction is relatively difficult and requires a certain knowledge of astrophysics. It is relatively professional in the classification of novels.

"Student Chen Tianhong, what subject are you planning to write about!" But Liu Yifei came over and asked, this competition might not be able to determine whether Chen Tianhong is Hongwen or not.

"I don't know yet."

Chen Tianhong was taken aback when he heard the words, he really didn't know what to write about this competition.

Are you writing a novel?However, there is a word limit for novels in the competition, which cannot exceed 5 words.And the theme must be positive and inspiring, not like the ones on the Internet.

The novels that Chen Tianhong has an impression of are famous or relatively famous, but at least they are hundreds of thousands of words long.

"Why don't you write short stories."

Liu Yifei made a suggestion.

"Writing a novel? Well, you are right. I have read a lot of physics knowledge in Science Weekly recently. Otherwise, I will write a science fiction novel." Chen Tianhong seems to have followed the advice.

"Science fiction, what are the past life science fiction novels? It must be short, and the content must be positive and inspiring."

Chen Tianhong began to think about the works of his previous life in his mind, eliminating one after another.Finally, until school was over, Chen Tianhong still didn't know which one to choose.

His buddy Bai Jinxin has already started writing. Although the writing is not very good, it is better than Chen Tianhong who is still struggling.

During dinner, Chen Tianhong was fiddling with the dishes with one chopstick and another, watching Liu Yanhong almost get angry several times.

"Tianhong, haven't you been writing a novel recently? Are you planning to take your novel to participate in this literary competition? I can read it for you."

Chen Zhide didn't know what kind of novel his son was writing, but he hoped that his son could participate in this competition and wanted to provide some help.

"Well, I have this idea. I just haven't decided what to write yet."

"I suggest that you can write an essay praising the teacher, or promoting our Chinese culture. It is easy to pass the manuscript from these two aspects. When I was teaching in Lingnan, a student wrote an essay praising the teacher, and it was finally rejected by the local The Provincial Writers Association was selected."

Chen Zhide advises his son.

"Dad, what did you just say?"

Chen Tianhong stood up excitedly and asked loudly.Chen Zhide was taken aback.

"I say you can learn from praising teachers and promoting culture"

"It's not this sentence, when did you do it?"

"I was a volunteer teacher in Lingnan, supporting the education of rural students!"

"Haha, I know, I know what to write! Dad, I love you!"

Chen Tianhong laughed suddenly, ran to his father and hugged him fiercely, and ran back to his bedroom without eating.

Chen Zhide and Liu Yanhong were left looking at each other, not knowing why their son was going crazy.

　Thanks to the two book friends for their rewards and monthly tickets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)