Even Judy himself, also widened his eyes, looking at the score above, had an incredible feeling.
To tell the truth, he felt that he was playing at all levels. God knows why there was only such a score!
In the short silence, the whole conference hall was in an uproar. People's eyes were on the most favorite point of Chinese scholars all the time. What kind of level of the articles they wrote!
Although the delegation is still very attentive, there is a sense of futility.
Just want to finish the game early, and then leave the venue, don't let this damn live continue.
Lu an is the same. When he started to write, he suddenly had a flash in his mind!
If He now chooses to write Su Qiubai's talent training plan. Will it produce different results!
You know, Su Qiubai's manuscript is just an internal essay solicited by Beidu University, so it can't be passed on.
In other words, the scorer will not be judged as plagiarism, that is to say Can be used as their own manuscript!
And so many days read over and over again, even if there is no way to write down all, but the degree of 89 can still do!
Finally, with a look at Moi's complacent smile on the other side and the low expression of all the people on his side, Lu an didn't hesitate any more and began to write directly!
Lu an selected a few thousand of them with deep memory! After all, it's a live game. If it's all written, God knows when.
Rao is so. When he finishes writing, everyone is waiting.
"Lu an, do you still want to turn the tide?"
Seeing Lu an finish his work, MOI said with a smile.
However, Lu an didn't look at him much, just handed in his works.
Then, the scoring began.
To tell the truth, Lu an is a little nervous at this moment, and he doesn't know what kind of score Su Qiubai's manuscript will have.
And at that time, will this score win these guys?
Lu an doesn't know all this
However, if he knew that the author of the manuscript was the joint efforts of those literati in Chinese history, this kind of worry would probably disappear.