Knowing that Shu Cheng is eating lollipops, he doesn't care at all. In Tsinghua University, where there are a lot of school bullies, some are Shu Cheng's fans, while others are competing for Shu Cheng's dissatisfaction. Zhang Guobao belongs to the latter.
He really thinks Shu Cheng's poems are excellent, and the "love life" at the school opening ceremony is also excellent, but he believes he can be better than him.
Watching his companions chatting about Shu Cheng's poems, he couldn't help frowning and glared at Shu Cheng. He will also participate in this essay competition. This time, there is only one first prize.
So: he must come back with a first prize.
Shu Cheng naturally didn't ignore Zhang Guobao's eyes,
When the girl next to saw Shu Cheng's eyes, she immediately opened her mouth and explained to Zhang Guobao: "male god, don't mind. Zhang Guobao is a child. He is a little competitive, but he doesn't have any bad thoughts."
"Zhang Guo Bao?" Shu Cheng slightly picked eyebrow, silently make complaints about this very low name.
Girls don't know Shu Cheng's psychological activities and don't think much, "this essay competition is a national competition. It's quite formal. Many people who are interested in this aspect should participate in it. The competition is very big."
"Oh." Shu Cheng raised her eyebrows and answered one word lazily. Seeing that the girl seemed to be in embarrassment, she immediately added: "I know."
……
Zhang Guobao had no influence on Shu Cheng, and even forgot his name in the twinkling of an eye, but Zhang Guobao was already trying to think about what to write.
The attitude is so serious that even Zhang Guobao's parents are Yijing. Zhang Guobao has never seen him so nervous and serious when he participated in various competitions since childhood!
Shu Cheng thought for a moment and began to write——
[for the noodle shop, the busiest time is new year's Eve. Beihai Pavilion noodle shop has been busy for a long time.
The street, which is still very busy until 12 o'clock at night, is very quiet after 10 o'clock on New Year's Eve. At this time, the customers of Beihai Pavilion noodle restaurant seem to have suddenly disappeared.
Just when the last customer came out, the store owner said that when it closed, the store door was creaked open. A woman came in with two children. Two boys aged 6 and 10 were wearing brand-new sportswear. The woman was wearing an untimely diagonal short coat.
"Welcome!" the proprietress went to say hello.]
The story begins here.
This story is called a bowl of sunny spring noodles, which is also translated as a bowl of clear soup buckwheat noodles. It is a touching story, because under its simple language, it contains the personality power and human brilliance that touch the soul.