"The winners of the Excellence Award in this competition: Lin Luo and Cui Xian! Please come to the stage to receive the award, and ask our special guests to present the award to them!"

A man in his thirties trotted onto the stage. His pitted face smiled like a flower. He stretched out his hands and waved violently to the audience. He might be saying hello to his family or friends. He desperately wanted to

Share your joy with the people in the audience.

However, Lin Luo sat dumbly in her seat and saw the man smiling brightly. Not only did she not share the joy, she only felt that he was an eyesore.

The person next to me reminded: "Lin Luo! Come on stage to receive the award? I'm calling you!"

"Haha, are you so excited? Everyone is confused."

Lin Luo stood up slowly amid the pushing, his expression was in a trance, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he was still unable to move.

Lin Feng looked at him with no expression on his face.

Among the people celebrating Lin Luo, only Lin Feng knew that he was not happy, but disappointed.

Sometimes the people who know you best are often your enemies.

Ye Lan asked: "Why are there two people?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Because this award is not the first prize, it is the fourth and fifth place."

Ye Lan said: "Oh, it's like a consolation prize, right?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "No, if you think about it, choosing the top five among hundreds of manuscripts is pretty good."

Ye Lan said: "Oh, that means 'keep up the good work'."

Zuo Ziliang said: "...there is also a bonus of 10,000 yuan."

Ye Lan's eyes lit up: "It's quite generous! But it's not much, right? Our Wang Zixu just writes scripts and earns ten thousand in a few days."

Zuo Ziliang pointed at the stage: "But these ten thousand were handed over to you by Yanzishan himself. Think about it, what an honor this is?"

"Ten thousand is ten thousand, whether it is given by the user or Yanzishan, it is still ten thousand yuan, no more or less. Also, who is Yanzishan?"

"Pretend I didn't say it."

"Oh, is he a famous writer? Tsk, can you please stop being so arrogant? I don't understand!"

Zuo Ziliang looked up at the sky. But he couldn't say that he didn't envy Ye Lan for living a transparent life.

Lin Luo slowly moved towards the stage, but the distance of just a few dozen meters was extremely long. The lights on the stage were very dazzling. After staring at it for two seconds, the world became white and everything seemed to be made of silver.

Under the light, the smiling man looked at him gently, his eyes seeming to encourage him to come on stage quickly. Lin Luo didn't know him. From the host's introduction just now, his name seemed to be Cui Xian. Lin Luo suddenly hated this.

Man, no, he hated this man.

Why are you laughing? Why are you so happy? Why are you encouraging him with your eyes? Who does he think he is?

Lin Luo felt that the smile on this man's face was disgusting. His hands were trembling. He wanted to rush to the stage and punch his disgusting smile, so that his fleshy face would be dented and bruised.

His fat lips were torn apart by him.

Why? Why can this big head who came out of nowhere get the same award as him? Does he deserve it? Doesn't he feel ashamed? He doesn't think that he has lowered the level of this stage and affected him.

Luo's reputation?

For this day, he, Lin Luo, spent money, invited guests, and received the full support of many judges. This man, who didn't even know which way to open the door of the Literary and Art Association, stood on the same podium as himself.

Why is he still here having fun?

Then another strong sense of despair struck his heart. Because he saw Shen Qingfeng's eyes. Shen Qingfeng looked at him for a moment, then looked away, seeming to be very disappointed in him.

In other words, money was spent, guests were invited, and Shen Qingfeng used his favors, but in the end he only got a consolation prize. Lin Luo didn't know how to face him next.

After all the trouble, Lin Luo finally walked onto the stage, and stood side by side with the man named Cui Xian reluctantly, facing the crowd of viewers in front of him. Lin Luo suddenly felt like an ordinary commodity in the window or on the display cabinet.

Xu Shichao asked: "Which unit do these two belong to?"

Zhang Cangnian said: "Lin Luo is involved in the media. Cui Xian doesn't know, maybe he is a private expert."

Xu Shichao smiled and said: "Look at the two of them, one is smiling like a flower, and the other is grimacing."

Song Yinglian asked: "Which one is Lin Luo? Which one is Cui Xian?"

"The flower is Cui Xian, and the bitter one is Lin Luo."

"Why is he grimacing?"

"have no idea."

The lights on the stage are very bright, so bright that they can illuminate everyone's expressions, but no one wants to delve into the hearts of the people on the stage. Whether Lin Luo is happy or sad, it has nothing to do with the audience. As long as he doesn't act like a sweeper.

The guys from Yaxing who ranked fourth and fifth were also very popular.

At least in the eyes of the onlookers, the smiling Cui Xian looked much more approachable than Lin Luo.

Guo Ranran said worriedly: "The fourth and fifth places are gone. Can Xiao Diao win?"

Song Yinglian said: "I can definitely do it. Xiao Diao must be in the top three."

Diao Yiwen whispered: "Stop talking, I'm not as confident as you."

"You still have to have confidence," Guo Ranran said, "Guaranteed to be in the top three!"

Song Yinglian said: "Maybe Xiao Diao will be next."

Diao Yiwen bit her lip and looked away. That's why she didn't like Song Yinglian. Although he licked very carefully, sometimes he really didn't have much emotional intelligence. Since he had already started licking, why not say she was number one? If she really won it

Third, her father would scold her to death if she turned around.

Yan Zishan said she wanted to take second place.

…

The prize for the Excellence Award is a certificate, which is enclosed in a hard shell cover and fixed with a red ribbon. The certificate is placed on a tray, and the hostess respectfully brings it up and then hands it to Yanzi Shanshan.

beside.

Yan Zishan picked up the certificate, opened it, glanced at it, and asked, "Cui Xian?"

The man with the bright smile quickly raised his hand: "It's me!"

Yan Zishan handed him the certificate. Then, he handed the remaining copy to Lin Luo without even asking his name.

The etiquette lady next to me reminded her softly: "Smile, it's easy to take pictures."

Lin Luo laughed even harder. Yan Zishan stood beside him, still expressionless. His position prevented him from laughing.

In this way, the awards were completed. There was a symbolic burst of applause from the audience, which did not last long.

Lin Luo stood on the stage, and the man beside him was still waving happily to the audience. He felt confused again, and put the certificate under his arm, not knowing whether to step down or continue to stand on the stage.

Fortunately, the etiquette lady came to relieve the situation. She asked them to step aside to make room for the people who would come to the stage to receive the award.

In the audience, Zhao Peilin pulled Wang Zixu's arm twice and whispered: "Very good, now you are guaranteed to be in the top three."

When Xie Cong heard this, he turned around and asked, "Why are we guaranteed to be in the top three? The awards are for fourth and fifth, right? What's the logical relationship here?"

Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu on the back: "The fourth and fifth are out, doesn't he have to be in the top three?"

Xie Cong raised his eyebrows: "So confident?"

"It can make...well, it's impossible for his manuscripts to be ranked among the top five anyway."

Zhao Peilin wanted to say, how could a manuscript that could support Xihe Shuangbi not even be in the top five? But he realized that it was not easy to tell outsiders, so he swallowed it.

Xie Cong glanced at Wang Zixu and said, "Old classmate, are you confident enough to take the top three?"

Wang Zixu ignored him.

Most of his thoughts are now on Chen Qingluo, and a small part of his thoughts are on the award ranking. Only a very small amount of his thoughts are used to understand the conversations of the people around him, and there is no extra brain area allocated to replying.

In fact, his psychological positioning is fifth. As he said to Ye Lan before, being able to finish fifth can already give everyone an explanation.

When he heard that his name was not on the fourth and fifth names, he seemed to have missed the mark. He was very uncomfortable, and he was very eager for the good wishes that Zhao Peilin said to come true.

Xie Cong waited for a long time, but did not wait for Wang Zixu's reply, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

On the stage, Lin Luo and Cui Xian, who were four or five, stood aside as if they had completed the auction. The host then announced:

"The third prize in this essay competition is "Sun Movement", written by Lin Feng."

"Okay!" A group of people from the Literary and Art Association took the lead in applauding. Lin Feng was quite popular in the Literary and Art Association, and the applause was warmer than Lin Luo. Lin Feng stood up in the crowd sheepishly and said with a smile about today's suit

At least I wore it correctly.

Hearing Lin Feng's name, Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little empty. He raised his hand and applauded Lin Feng.

Lin Feng deservedly won the third place and got what he wanted. He was sincerely happy for this good old man. But at the same time, he couldn't help but worry about his future——

If you really don't have yourself in the top five, how will you face Ning Chunyan... and Chen Qingluo?

Lin Feng walked onto the stage calmly, stood beside Lin Luo calmly, faced the audience calmly, and then smiled.

He only felt a little regretful that he could not get a higher ranking, but he was not disappointed.

Lin Luo stood beside him, staring at him with some resentment. He knew that Lin Luo must be full of complaints at this time and was thinking of a way to attack him.

"Look, this person falsely claims to be the vice-president of the Literary and Art Association, but he is only one rank higher than me, and he can only win the third prize!"

——Lin Feng expected Lin Luo to say this when the time came.
To be continued...