Mom Was Washing Dishes In The Mushroom House And Exposed My Vest

"Wow, I don't seem to feel this way yet, but after Sister Reba read it out, I felt that this article has reached a new level.

Sister Reba’s line skills are so good. "

Zifeng raised her little head and looked at Reba, with admiration in her eyes.

Reba said with a smile: "I have studied broadcasting for a while, but I am not good at it. Compared with professionals, I am still far behind.

"You added a layer of BUFF to this poem." Yang Mi, who loves to play games, also gave Reba a thumbs up -.

"Reba, Ye Shaoheng gave this article flesh and blood, and you gave this article its soul, a perfect match!"

Teacher He sincerely praised.

But as soon as his words came out, Reba's pretty face turned red.

"Teacher He, thank you for the award." Reba was in a very good mood for no reason.

Teacher He said: "Seek truth from facts and don't be modest."

Reba smiled sweetly and refused to refute.

Teacher He turned to look at Yang Mi, "Mimi, now that we have found Ye Shaoheng's fourth vest, should we continue in another room?"

Yang Mi shook her head, "I'm still confused about two things."

Teacher He frowned, "What's the matter?"

Yang Mi said: "First, why did Ye Shaoheng deliberately throw his work on the ground? Second, who is Han Shuang?"

"X↑......"

Teacher He scratched his head and said, "You reminded me.

Ye Shaoheng obviously threw "Tiny Times" on the ground deliberately. This is his own work. What is the meaning of it?

Han Shuang?

Ye Shaoheng's social circle is very small, we have already learned about it in the morning.

Why did he get close to Han Shuang?

The two of them still know each other so well.

Ma...

Aren’t they still old enemies and have faced each other head-on on the Internet?”

Teacher He realized that co-authorship was not as simple as imagined.

If you want to understand it all, I'm afraid it will take some time.

"Mimi, tell me your opinion." Teacher He left the decision to Yang Mi.

His intention is simple.

Now they have found Ye Shaoheng's fourth vest.

It means that their mission in this room has been completed.

But there are many things worth reasoning about here.

If you continue to reason, there will be no problem, the audience will still be interested.

It's okay to go to the next room and look for Ye Shaoheng's other identities. The audience is still interested.

If he couldn't reason, he would naturally have to listen to Yang Mi.

"I want to find the answer." Yang Mi replied after hesitating for a moment.

Teacher He said solemnly: "I respect your opinion."

Yang Mi nodded, looking confident.

At this moment, Teacher He received an instruction.

Then his eyes lit up, "Mimi, there was a message from the backend saying that the organizer of the New Concept Essay Contest wanted to contact us and said it had some clues to provide.

Yang Mi, who was thinking about where to find clues, was overjoyed after hearing what Teacher He said.

"It's time to help, hurry up."

"Okay." Teacher He made an OK gesture to the camera.

Not long after, the screen in the live broadcast room flashed.

The scene of the mushroom house that all the viewers saw was cut into two sides.

On the other side is a bald middle-aged man.

It was Xie Quan.

"Good afternoon to the audience of Mushroom House, and good afternoon to all distinguished guests. I am the representative of the organizer of the New Concept Essay Contest and the general person in charge, Xie Quan."

Xie Quan wears glasses, talks well, is elegant, and has a scholarly atmosphere.

"Hello, Teacher Xie." Teacher He waved to the camera.

"Hello, Teacher He."

Xie Quan greeted Teacher He politely, and then said straight to the point: "I took the initiative to connect to your program today [because I happened to see you reading the article written by Ye Shaoheng.

Teacher He asked: "Mr. Xie, have you received other manuscripts from Ye Shaoheng?"

"Of course I have received it, let me tell you about it." Xie Quan took the initiative: "The purpose of the New Concept Essay Contest is to find outstanding children with writing talent.

Then cultivate them to inject fresh blood into the future Chinese literary world.

Since it has been held for so many years, it has achieved remarkable results.

Many excellent writers came out of the New Concept Literature Hall. "

Xie Quan didn't say this, but many people knew it.

Among high school students in China, basically everyone knows about the New Concept Essay Contest.

Many students have embarked on the path of writing through the New Concept Essay Competition.

Their ability to make blood is definitely second to none in the circle of cultivating writers.

After a short pause, Xie Quan continued: "That was the tenth session of the New Concept Essay Contest, and we received a lot of submissions as usual.

These manuscripts are basically pushed by schools.

But there was an exception for one manuscript, which he sent by himself.

Of course, we are the organizer, and we will carefully review the manuscripts no matter where they come from.

What surprised us was this humble composition written as text.

The quality of "If There Is No Sun Tomorrow" is surprisingly good.

In the end, he won the preliminary round without any suspense.

After the rematch, I very much hope that the child who wrote "If there is no sun tomorrow" can write excellent works again.

He didn't disappoint me.

A "script" once again won first place in the semi-finals.

Immediately after the promotion competition, he submitted again.

The quality of the writing is still excellent as always.

After the evaluation, I got the first place again.

He is the child with the best writing skills I have ever seen. "

Speaking of this, Xie Quan was filled with emotion.

"Downstairs, help me say something cool that can express my mood at the moment."

"Fuck! Old Iron 666!"

"Ye Shaoheng's excellence is really engraved in his bones."

"Damn it, the New Concept Essay Contest, I won first place in three consecutive stages, is this still a human being?"

"That's right, the New Concept Essay Contest is nationwide, with tens of thousands of submissions at one time."

"I submitted an article when I was in high school, and our teacher said that I would definitely win an award. Damn it, my grandma didn't even pass the preliminary round."

“This teacher’s level is high enough!”

"DÂÂ......"

"Ye Shaoheng is Ye Shaoheng."

After taking a breath, Xie Quan continued, "It's the finals at the end. I feel that he is the first place winner in this new concept essay contest.

But what caught us off guard was that he didn't contribute.

We went through all the manuscripts, again and again.

Still not found.

Then there is no doubt that the only result is that he did not submit the article.

....

With such a great talent, we will naturally not give up.

We immediately looked for the address to which the letter was sent, and then found their school, but what surprised us even more was that the school could not find this person.

And all the teachers in the school don’t know that there are students in their schools who take the initiative to submit articles to us. "

Hearing this, Yang Mi frowned slightly.

Just when Xie Quan stopped, Yang Mi quickly asked: "Mr. Xie, there is a question that I am a little confused about.

"Miss Yang, please speak," Xie Quan said.

"Since the school has found no such person, you have not met Ye Shaoheng.

Why do you dare to conclude that the person who submitted the article to you is Ye Shaoheng?"

The attentive Yang Mi is indeed different, and she discovered the problem so quickly.

Xie Quan smiled in surprise, "Miss Yang is really smart, we just deduced that that person is also Ye Shenheng.

There are three pieces of evidence. First, when you posted Ye Shaoheng’s junior high school graduation photo, our colleagues took a screenshot. The school address shown above was the school where we went to find the contributor.

Second, handwriting.

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Let me show you the handwriting of the first few compositions he submitted to us.

Xie Quan said, taking out a few envelopes from the drawer.

Then he randomly picked up an envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

The letter paper is a torn piece of paper from Ye Shaoheng’s iconic writing notebook.

Perhaps due to poor technique, the cuts on these pieces of paper are quite rough.

Xie Quan gently unfolded the paper, and then Juanxiu's words were revealed in front of the camera.

It was Ye Shaoheng's handwriting.

"It's really Ye Shaoheng's handwriting."

"It's accurate, this is what Ye Shaoheng wrote."

"It's as good as new. Are you planning to keep it as a family heirloom?"

"Ye Shaoheng really doesn't respect people. To participate in such an important competition, he just tore a few pieces of paper from his homework book and submitted it."

"This is a new concept composition contest, not a beautiful paper."

"Haha... Is there anything he can't do here with Ye Shaoheng?"

"The correct answer is the maverick Ye Shaoheng."

"Hey, this is "If there is no sun tomorrow". I have read this article and it is very well written.

"I've seen it too, it's amazing and beautiful."

Yang Mi looked at the familiar handwriting and nodded: "It's really Ye Shaoheng's handwriting. It seems that Mr. Xie is right.

The person who submitted the article to you is none other than Ye Shaoheng.

But since it’s the finals, why did Ye Shaoheng suddenly disappear again?”

Xie Quan sighed helplessly, "This issue has troubled me for twelve years."

Yang Mi smiled, but there was a disappointed look on her face.

Because of Xie Quan’s narration just now.

Although it was confirmed that Ye Shaoheng participated in the New Concept Essay Contest, there were no substantial clues.

"Mr. Xie, you said you have clues to provide us. What clues are there?"

Unexpectedly, I can only ask directly.

Xie Quan smiled and then turned the paper in his hand to the last page.

He didn't speak, but pointed the lower right corner of the paper at the camera.

There is a name signed there.

The name is only two words.

Not Guo Weiwei, nor Han Shuang.

MO......

Han Guo and!.