"Teacher, please help, this Youth Literature Contest is very important to me. ”

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Lan Yuexiang was so anxious that tears almost came out, and she begged in a low voice.

The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "I said that you little girl didn't understand people, right, the submission time is over, and now we are very busy, you can come again next time." ”

"But I ......"

The middle-aged woman didn't bother to pay attention, got up from her seat, picked up a watch, handed it to the assistant next to her, and said, "This is the list of entrants, you check it again, and the number of the work should be matched." If it's okay, turn it in. ”

"I got to know Mr. Wang. ”

The young assistant nodded, glanced at Lan Yuexiang, and turned to leave.

And the middle-aged woman stepped aside, commanding the other staff, completely treating Lan Yuexiang as air, and didn't even look at her again.

Lan Yuexiang's eyes were slightly red, she bit her lip, and turned around and walked out of the art museum.

Outside the museum, Meng Yutong was chatting with Tong Lele, looking at Lan Yuexiang walking over with a gloomy expression, still holding the painting in her hand, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?

The corners of Lan Yuexiang's lips barely pulled out a smile: "The submission time is over, let's go back." ”

"It's over?"

Tong Lele's eyes widened, and he was puzzled: "Didn't you say that it won't end until five o'clock? It's only four o'clock now, why can't you sign up?"

Meng Yutong narrowed his eyes slightly: "They don't give a report?"

Lan Yuexiang nodded, with tears of grievance in her eyes: "The teacher said that the submission time has ended, and the list has been handed in just now, and there is no way to register again." ”

"The time hasn't come yet, it's over, what about us, go and report it again!"

Tong Lele snatched the painting in Lan Yuexiang's hand and stepped into the museum.

Meng Yutong also followed.

In the museum, a middle-aged woman was directing the staff to arrange matters, and small boxes were sealed.

The paintings will be sent to the final jury at a later date, and the top 10 entries will be selected.

Tong Lele walked over, handed the painting in his hand to the middle-aged woman, and said, "Teacher, be accommodating, there is still more than half an hour to end the registration, and now I can't delay you for long." ”

The middle-aged woman frowned, ignored it, turned her head and ordered the other staff.

Ignore me!

Tong Lele is also a straight-tempered person, grabbed the middle-aged woman's arm, and said crisply: "Didn't you hear me?"

"What for!"

The middle-aged woman shook her arm and shouted angrily.

At this time, Meng Yutong walked over and said lightly: "This teacher, I want to know why the submission time is ending now since the organizer said that it will end at five o'clock in the afternoon, it is too child's play." ”

"Our judges are already waiting in the conference room, and now the manuscript has reached expectations, so it is also the decision of the superior to end early. ”

The middle-aged woman made a nonsense reason.

Just as Meng Yutong said something, a middle-aged man in a gray suit and a handsome young man came in the hall, and the two went straight here.

"Mr. Wang, is this coming to an end?" said the man in the gray suit with a smile.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped forward with a smile on her face: "It turned out to be Director Guo, you are ......"

"It's not for the sake of the children. Xiaojun has to participate in this Youth Literature Competition. No, we, the writers, have to worry about it everywhere, alas. ”

Director Guo shook his head and smiled.

The middle-aged woman said with relief: "I see." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the arrogant young man next to him and said with a smile: "Few young people nowadays do Chinese painting, so Ling Gongzi will have some achievements in the future." ”

The corners of the handsome young man's lips twitched, revealing a cold smile.

However, when she looked at Lan Yuexiang next to her, her eyes lit up, and her gaze turned a few more times on the other party's delicate face.

"Mr. Wang, is this the end of the submission time?"

Director Guo pointed to the busy staff and wondered.

"Hehe, out of the way, out of the way. Director Guo, I'm here to register your information. The middle-aged woman waved her hand, smiled and led Director Guo and them towards the computer.

Seeing this scene, Meng Yutong's beautiful eyes narrowed, and a little displeasure appeared on her face.

This woman is also too inflammatory.

Tong Lele was also angry, standing in front of the middle-aged woman, and said coldly: "I remember just now that you said that it was too late to sign up, but why can't they report to us!"

The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "This is a special case. ”

"You're a sycophant!"

Tong Lele scolded.

"You...... How do you curse!"

The middle-aged woman's face turned purple, pointing at Tong Lele, trembling with anger.

Director Guo on the side frowned, glanced at Tong Lele, his eyes swept over the other party's chest intentionally or unintentionally, and said lightly: "This is not the place for you to make trouble, leave immediately!"

"The old lady won't leave! I'm really weird. It turns out that the so-called Qingwen Contest is all held for those rich officials, and we ordinary people are not even qualified to enter the competition!"

Tong Lele deliberately put his voice so loud that almost half of the people in the gymnasium could hear it, and they all looked sideways for a while.

"Don't slander!"

The middle-aged woman's eyelids jumped.

"Isn't it obvious that slander is not slandered? Let's sign up, and you said a lot of reasons. And this Director Guo is here, you lick other people's feet like a dog, and the sycophants are all praising you!"

Tong Lele rolled his eyes.

"You ......"

The middle-aged woman choked, looked at the people slowly gathering around her, hesitated for three or two seconds, and stretched out her hand: "Bring the painting!"

Tong Lele snorted coldly and handed the painting to her hand.

The middle-aged woman unfolded the painting, frowned and looked at it for less than three seconds, then waved her hand and threw the painting on the ground: "What is this painting?

No one expected this scene.

Hearing the cynicism of the middle-aged woman and looking at the painting thrown on the ground, Lan Yuexiang's crystal tears swirled in the ink eyes.

"Pick it up!"

Meng Yutong's pretty face completely turned cold.

The middle-aged woman glanced at her, ignored her, walked around the desk, and stepped on the painting, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally.

A black shoe print was suddenly clearly printed on the white rice paper.

"Your uncle!"

Seeing this scene, Tong Lele exploded, and no matter what lady was not a lady, he flew up and kicked hard on the woman's ass!

"Bang!"

The unsuspecting middle-aged woman was directly kicked by a dog to eat, and with a bang, even the people and the table fell to the ground.

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