It's just the college entrance examination, you ask me how to live forever?

Chapter 12 gets full marks again!

"Wow...Wow...Wow...Uh, cough."

Zhang Mengling's eyes were wide open, as a bigwig in today's literary world, he couldn't help but say shit in public.

Just because he just finished reading a composition.

In the next second, his eyes were red, and he turned to the people around him: "What else?! What about the lower part?!"

"This is clearly not finished! How can it be broken here?!"

His state at the moment is almost crazy, as if he wants to eat people.

It's not that Zhang Mengling went crazy at will.

But as a senior fan of Red Mansions, he is too familiar with Red Mansions. It is because of his familiarity that he knows how good this continuation is. It is almost close to the original work, even equal to the level of the original work. At least he can't see any problems!
But the point is, such a good thing, just a mere word?
And there's obviously something wrong with the 'broken section'.

How could someone stop here?

It seems that something happened right away, just short of the final sprint, and you suddenly broke? ? ?

No reason! ! !

Zhang Mengling's state at the moment shocked the leaders of several marking teams: "Old Zhang, what are you doing?"

"The lower part? Where is the lower part?"

"People have filled up the answer sheet, so can they still write it on the draft paper?"

"Why not?!" Zhang Mengling opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as she finished speaking, she realized what she was saying?

This is the college entrance examination! ! !

But why the college entrance examination?
Why is it the college entrance examination? !

He is angry!
Not only angry, but also anxious.

Not only angry and anxious, but also a little relieved and extremely excited.

The Red Chamber... is expected to be completed! ! !

"Don't, don't, old Zhang, don't change your face so quickly, we old guys are scared when we see it."

"What are you afraid of?"

"No, don't you know that we have high blood pressure and heart disease? You can change your face faster than turning the pages of a book. I'm afraid I might accidentally have a heart attack!"

"Uh, don't turn around and scold me. I know I have a heart attack, but I didn't see him write the rest of it. I will never die!!!" Zhang Mengling said this through gnashing of teeth at this moment. In a word.

"Don't get excited!"

The leader of the marking team sighed: "We are looking for you, not to make you excited, but to let you see from a professional point of view, how is this candidate's continuation?"

"After all, you are a professional in studying Red Mansions."

"Besides, you are still the one who made the question, and we also want you to refer to it. How many points should you score?"

"···"

After hearing this, Zhang Mengling gradually calmed down: "Professional? No matter how professional, can this kid be professional? His continuation is definitely a godsend. It is the closest to the original work... No, it can even be said to be at the same level as the original work!"

"As for how many points to score."

"and many more!"

"Tell me, who is the person who wrote this composition?!"

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind, but he shook his head quickly.

No, it can't be him.

That kid is so arrogant and impetuous, how could he have such a deep research on the Red Mansion?Impossible!
"I can't disclose it, this is the college entrance examination!"

Several leaders looked serious.

"So... guess what?"

Zhang Mengling was numb.

Can this be guessed?

Who can guess it? Well, you guys are embarrassing my old man... huh? !etc!

let me guess !

Besides that kid, who else can guess? !
"No, no?"

"Lu Chuan?"

Several leaders immediately took a deep look at him, neither saying yes nor no.

He guessed it himself, and it's none of our business.

We didn't say anything, not even if we guessed right, it's not a violation, let alone a violation.

"Really him?!"

Although Zhang Mengling is a bigwig in the literary world, her reaction is not slow at all, and everything has been confirmed from their faces.

"cough."

Several leaders coughed dryly: "Old Zhang, don't care about who it is. The question now is, from the perspective of you, the vice president of the Red Mansion Research Association, how much score should you score for this composition?!"

Never mind who?How could you not care about this!

Zhang Mengling felt bitter all of a sudden.

Isn't this slap in the face too fast?

A few days ago, I was talking about it, telling others that it is absolutely impossible to get a perfect score in the college entrance examination this year, and no matter how talented Lu Chuan is, it is impossible.

So it's only been a few days? !

It's just that he couldn't understand, how did Lu Chuan's brain grow? !

Red House!

This is the Red Mansion, how the hell can you continue to write, and what you continue to write has almost the same level and quality as the original?
Am I dreaming?Or is the world crazy?
He saw his face turn blue and white.

Several leaders also got a general idea of ​​his thoughts, and one of them tentatively said: "Hey, I think that although the writing is good, it should not be called perfect, or should I deduct a symbolic one or two points? "

Zhang Mengling was moved when she heard this.

I wanted to say yes, but I felt panicked in my heart.

His eyes fell on the test paper again, the perfect calligraphy, the neat surface, and the continuation that he could not see any problems, and even regarded it as a masterpiece from the bottom of his heart...

Just this kind of composition, no full marks?

I can't get over this hurdle in my heart!

"forget it."

Zhang Mengling slumped on the sofa powerlessly, and murmured: "Full marks."

"I think it deserves full marks."

Although it is said that literature is not the first and martial arts is not the second, and that literati are inferior to each other, good things are good things. To be a human being, you must first have a conscience.

Of course, not everyone has a conscience.

But at least, I have.

Zhang Mengling said helplessly: "This kid is too much."

"It's too powerful."

"It's too much to even give me any reason to deduct his points."

"It's fine if you write a good composition, and I won't even deduct points from the test paper! This guy~~~" He gritted his teeth for a while.

"Forget it."

In the end, he comforted himself like this: "I'm quite old, why should I be serious with a young man? What's more, if he really has this strength, why bother to embarrass him?"

"I'm really going to do this..."

"I'm afraid that my grandson who is about to be born will have nothing like that."

When the leaders left with mixed feelings, Zhang Mengling turned around, turned on the computer, and entered the chat group of the question group.

Difficult to send a message.

"Old fellows, I'm sorry, I'm cold."

Wu Jianjun: "???"

Qin Zhenguo: "???"

"No, make it clear!"

"You have cancer?"

Zhang Mengling: "I have your uncle's cancer?! Can you talk? I mean, if the kid has no accidents, he will get full marks!"

"what?!"

"This is impossible!"

The others immediately 'raged'.

"You think he is the great emperor in fantasy novels, and he can still live out a 'second world'? Take the second full score?!"

"Your Chinese composition this year is a continuation of the Red Chamber, can he get full marks?!"

"Isn't this bullshit?!"

"Sorry, he really can." Zhang Mengling choked speechlessly: "I gave it."

Everyone: "(ΩДΩ)???"

Wu Jianjun: "... even if the Chinese is perfect, the other subjects are not guaranteed, right? The results haven't come out yet, and the grading progress is less than half."

It's just that after the chat, he didn't feel confident anymore.

Zhang Mengling rolled her eyes: "/Roll eyes, with that kid's strength, last year he could get full marks on your difficult questions, let alone this year's difficulty is relatively low?"

"Do you think he will overturn on these questions?"

Everyone was speechless.

Unless that kid made a mistake himself, otherwise, it's really impossible.

"Oh, my pot."

"At first, I thought this composition would be enough to kill him. There are not many problems, and one that can never get a full score is enough, but who knew he was so monstrous."

"To be honest, after I calmed down, I found that I was not as angry and uncomfortable as I imagined. Instead, I was very excited. I was even very grateful to this kid and wanted to meet him very much."

Wu Jianjun was numb.

"Is there such a wicked way?!"

There is another word, he did not say.

You are a national literary master, a top professor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a master of today’s literary world, and the vice president of the Red Mansion Research Association (the president is still an official, the kind who doesn’t have much money in his stomach), and you were directly rejected by this composition. Convinced? !
Who is that kid? !
a few days later.

The marking is over, and the results of the college entrance examination are released.

Lu Chuan won the national college entrance examination champion again.

Full score!

As soon as the results came out, all the students, parents, and netizens couldn't calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)