After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 17 Literary Works Competition

Zhenhua Middle School, the morning reading class has just ended.

Chen Tianhong walked to Wang Shanshan's side: "Shanshan change 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 change seats with her. He was a typical drunkard who didn't care about drinking.

"Classmate 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. I spent a lot of effort to get it."

Chen Tianhong knows how to deal with Wang Shanshan, the big lightbulb. It's very simple. Either buy him snacks or novels. He has never made a mistake and is always successful.

Sure enough, after hearing Chen Tianhong's words, Wang Shanshan disappeared and went to her schoolbag to read a book.

"Did your cousin help again?" Liu Yifei asked.

"Yeah." Chen Tianhong nodded without blinking.

"Your cousin is really mysterious. I'm very curious when you can let me meet her."

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

Just as the two were reading with gusto, class teacher Cao Bing walked into the classroom and saw them both at first sight. It was too obvious to be in the first row.

"Chen Tianhong, what are you doing!"

Cao Bing is a female teacher. Although she is not as good as Liu Desheng's thunderous roar, the penetrating power of a girl's voice is extremely strong.

"I'm learning! Learning physics knowledge, no, I'm learning the skills of writing essays."

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

"Well, when did you love writing so much? Then there is a chance. You can participate. Now go back to your seat."

Cao Bing gave Chen Tianhong a warning look.

Not only Chen Tianhong, but also other students in the class returned to their respective positions. The whole class was suddenly silent, and the majesty of the class teacher Cao Bing was clearly visible.

"Opportunity, what kind of opportunity? What did the head teacher mean?"

When Chen Tianhong returned to his seat, he was confused and didn't understand what the head teacher Cao Bing meant just now. But he understood it immediately.

"Students, let me tell you something! The registration for the 27th National Literary Works Competition for Middle School Students has begun. My request is that all our classes must participate. We have been preparing hard these days. The study committee will collect the manuscripts on Friday.

Leave it all to me. Student Liu Yifei, you must behave well."

After Cao Bing finished telling the news, he turned around and said specifically to Liu Yifei.

Although the entire class was required to participate, Cao Bing knew that the person who had the best chance of showing her face was study committee member Liu Yifei.

"Teacher, I will try my best."

Liu Yifei nodded obediently.

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

College students do not participate in this competition. Their competition is held every four years and has to wait until the next year's National College Student Literary Competition.

This competition is very valuable, 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 in various places 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, writers from the local Municipal Writers Association will conduct a preliminary selection. The selected works will then be sent to the Provincial Writers Association for the second step of re-selection. The best works will then be selected and sent to the Writers Association headquarters for final selection.

In the end, the top 1,000 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. It attracts a lot of attention. Even ranking 1,000 is a great honor. If you enter the top 100, let alone monetary rewards. First of all, you don’t have to worry about your studies. The whole country

You can choose from high schools and universities in various places.

The class teacher, Cao Bing, left after finishing speaking. Most of the students in the class were eager to take the exam. This is an important event second only to the college entrance examination.

If anyone can get a good ranking, not only to enter the national level, but also to be selected through the preliminary round and sent to the Provincial Writers Association for the semi-finals, it will be extremely embarrassing. If someone is favored by the Provincial Writers Association and sent to the headquarters, even if he does not rank nationally, the university in the province will

He will also extend an olive branch.

"I want to write science fiction."

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

Although there is no limit to the subject matter, students still choose to write novels and essays more often. For poetry, junior high school students usually choose it. After all, it is simpler. As for drama, basically no one will choose it.

Chen Tianhong ignored his best friend. Science fiction novels are relatively difficult and require a certain knowledge of astronomy and physics. They are highly professional in the category of novels.

"Classmate Chen Tianhong, what subject matter are you planning to write about?" But it was Liu Yifei who came over and asked. This competition may not be able to determine whether Chen Tianhong is a Hongwen writer or not.

"I don't know yet."

Chen Tianhong was startled when he heard this. He really didn't know what to write about this competition.

Do you want to write a novel? But there is a word limit for the novel in the competition, which cannot exceed 50,000 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 relatively famous, but at least the novels are hundreds of thousands of words long.

"How about you write short stories."

Liu Yifei made suggestions.

"Write a novel? Well, you are right. I have read a lot of physics knowledge in science weekly magazines recently. How about writing a science fiction novel?" Chen Tianhong finally followed the suggestion.

"Science fiction, what are the science fiction novels of previous lives? They must be short stories, 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. In the end, until school was over, Chen Tianhong still didn't know which one to choose.

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

During dinner, Chen Tianhong fiddled with the dishes with one or two chopsticks, which made Liu Yanhong almost get angry several times.

"Tianhong, haven't you been writing a novel recently? Do you plan to participate in this literary competition with your novel? I can help you read it."

Chen Zhide didn't know what novel his son had written, but he really wanted his son to 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 you write something that praises teachers, or promotes our Chinese culture. Writing from these two aspects will make it easy to pass the draft. When I was teaching in Lingnan, a student wrote an essay praising teachers, and it was eventually praised by the local people.

I was selected by the Provincial Writers Association.”

Chen Zhide gave his son advice.

"Dad, what did you just say?"

Chen Tianhong stood up with excitement on his face and asked loudly. Chen Zhide was startled.

"I say you can start by praising teachers and promoting culture"

"It's not this sentence, it's when you were at the beginning or something?"

"I was teaching in Lingnan to support 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 hard. He ran back to his bedroom without even eating.

Chen Zhide and Liu Yanhong were left looking at each other, wondering why their son was so crazy.

Thanks to two book friends for their tips and monthly tickets

(End of chapter)