Chapter 8 I'm a newbie, can you guys take a look at how I write it?
Sure enough, it was exposed.
Liang Fei laughed, and the roommates below began to look at him eagerly, wanting to see how Master Liang tamed the campus goddess.
"Okay, okay, I like you too. How many times do I have to tell you before you believe me?" Liang Fei was ready to continue fooling her.
But Nian Huaishi on the other end of the phone was not going to be easily dismissed by Liang Fei, and said in a bad tone: "Go to the bathroom and talk nicely."
Liang Fei had no choice but to jump off the bed and walk into the bathroom, squatting in the toilet: "I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
"Oh?" Nian Huaishi sneered.
"Really, I'm not interested in relationships. Four years in college is not a long time. I just want to do something more meaningful."
"Let's not talk about feelings, just yeah, okay?"
"Don't slander me just because you're good-looking."
"Liang Fei, you are afraid that it will be too embarrassing if I dump you in the future, so you say this to comfort yourself, right?"
"What? What do you mean by being dumped? Didn't we break up already?"
Nian Huaishi was stunned by this for a long time, and his chest felt choked up. He simply skipped the topic and asked, "I heard that you participated in the essay contest?"
This time Liang Fei was really surprised: "Senior Nian Gao, your ancestors were Jinyiwei, right? You must know everything."
"The secretary of the Arts Department saw you when he went to the Youth League Committee to do some work, and he came back and told me about it." Nian Huaishi snorted, "Why did you participate in that kind of competition? Everyone knows that the rankings and prize money every year belong to the Arts College."
Liang Fei smiled and replied: "The most important thing is to participate."
"Bye."
"Don't be anxious, Bao, I want to tell you something, you have to help me get justice."
A few days later, the campus network posted the list of winners of the essay contest. Like previous years, the top three were undoubtedly taken by the School of Arts. The top winner received a prize of 5,000 yuan, and the article would also be published in the "College Student Newspaper", which is a nationally published publication and is very influential.
Liang Fei supported his chin and smiled slightly.
He knows best the quality of his own articles. Although he can't say that they are overwhelmingly better than the award-winning ones, they are definitely far ahead of them.
There is not even a consolation prize now, which means that my manuscript has no chance of appearing on the judges' table at all.
It is very likely that Lin He was the one who interfered and probably just threw his manuscript into the trash can.
But it doesn’t matter. In the Internet age, who is afraid of your behind-the-scenes operations?
After logging into the campus forum, Liang Fei uploaded her own article, titled: [I am a freshman in the sophomore year. I failed in the essay contest. Please help me see what needs to be improved. Thank you.]
In 2010, Tieba was still in decline and had a high traffic volume, especially in colleges and universities where students loved to post.
Soon, there were comments under the post.
[It’s very well written. I feel it’s better than the ones that won awards. Come on, junior.]
[The layout is grand, the writing is fluent, and there are many golden sentences. I can't find any fault with it. ]
[The students from the Faculty of Arts are here, that’s ok]
Among the many comments, most were positive. Liang Fei automatically filtered out the sour comments and would not even read them.
What the hell, no aesthetic sense at all.
As he slid the mouse, Liang Fei's eyes lit up immediately. The first place winner of the essay contest was actually attracted.
[Hello, junior. I am Wang Siyan, the first place winner of this essay contest. I am a graduate student of the School of Arts. To be fair, you wrote better than me. As for why you were not selected, I am also very surprised. Let’s meet if we have a chance. I personally think you can consider changing your major to the School of Arts. Really, I will show this article to my tutor. Come on, keep up the good work.]
All prestigious schools pay the most attention to the atmosphere and freedom of speech. Even the top scorer in the essay contest took the initiative to like Liang Fei, and the comments below immediately became different.
[Fuck, the top-place winner said his writing was not as good as my junior’s. What’s going on?]
[I'm afraid it's a shady operation. How could a professor of the Faculty of Arts give the ranking to a student from another major? That would be a slap in the face.]
[Is it possible that my junior offended someone? ]
[No way, the new student has only been here for a few days, who could he offend? ]
[I still hold the same view as before. The blame should be borne by the professors of the Faculty of Arts.]
More and more students participated in the comments, and there were countless remarks speaking up for Liang Fei. The popularity of the post was just below the top post, and it soon attracted the attention of the Student Union.
The school forum has always been managed by the Youth League Committee, which in turn hands it over to the Student Union. Coincidentally, today all the Student Union cadres held a meeting at the Youth League Committee to discuss specific matters regarding the welcome party.
This matter was reported to Lin He in public by the Minister of External Relations Department.
Lin He took out his mobile phone and logged into the forum. After taking a quick glance, he frowned slightly. Without a doubt, the person who posted this must be Liang Fei.
Why is he haunting us?
Why are there so many people fanning the flames?
The student union cadre in charge of the forum operation asked, "Chairman Lin, what do you think we should do?"
Lin He pretended not to take it seriously and waved his hands: "Isn't this obviously inciting students to stand against the school? The ranking of the essay contest was decided by the school leaders. Who can refute it? Delete the post. It will have a bad impact if the teachers see it."
The student union cadres nodded and prepared to do so.
"etc."
Everyone looked over after hearing the news. Nian Huaishi, who was sitting next to Lin He's left hand, put down his hand and looked at Lin He: "Chairman, there are hundreds , and they are almost pointing at our student union. Deleting the posts now, don't you think you have a guilty conscience?"
"Delete the post first." Lin He frowned and looked at Nian Huaishi.
"I don't think it should be deleted." Nian Huaishi did not give in.
The others looked at each other in bewilderment. Nian Huaishi was not only the Minister of the Literature and Art Department, she was also the Vice President of the Student Union, so her words carried weight.
Lin He looked at everyone , sighed and said, "Nian Gao, the person who posted it is your boyfriend, right? I know you want to vent your anger for him, but you shouldn't joke about the reputation of the school."
Oh my, is there such a thing?
If it were an ordinary girl, she would have backed off long ago after being accused of favoritism. But who is Nian Huaishi? Would she be scared by such a clumsy trick?
impossible.
Nian Huaishi shook his head and said with a smile: "Chairman Lin, my proposal is absolutely not mixed with any personal feelings. I simply think that we have no right to delete this post."
“His original intention was just to let the students evaluate the article.”
Lin He's anger gradually rose, especially after hearing Nian Huaishi's official and ruthless tone, he became even more angry: "Nian Huaishi, what do you mean, do you have to let the students think that the judges are blind and didn't find your boyfriend's gold before you give up!"
Nian Huaishi's three-dimensional facial features actually put a lot of pressure on people. She said coldly, "Chairman Lin, who said that the judges must have made a mistake?"
"Is it possible that the judges never had the chance to review Liang Fei's article?"
Snapped!
Lin He slammed the table, stood up, pointed at Nian Huaishi and asked, "What do you mean?"