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"The three judges gave a score of 23 points. Although it is slightly inferior to Mr. Zhenyu, there are still audience scores that are not calculated."

Yun Jin smiled and continued to explain: "Then the next three judges will extract his keywords for Teacher Ling Xiao!"

After Ningguang took out the card, the corner of his mouth raised a pleasant arc, "My key word is [Ke Qing]."

Ke Qing: "?"

A flash of envy flashed in Gan Yu's eyes. After all, that was Teacher Ling Xiao, so even if he wrote with his feet, it wouldn't collapse.

Han Chen should be fine....

Ke Qing calmed down a little, and took out the keyword card from the card box.

The girl's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Ningguang silently, "Ningguang, why is there such a thing."

Ningguang held his cheeks and smiled and said, "What's the matter, you took it out yourself."

A blush appeared on Ke Qing's cheeks, and she slowly raised the card in her hand, "I drew a [Diamond Ring]."

There was a burst of exclamations in the auditorium, and everyone could see through the two previous draws that the card boxes corresponding to Qing Gan Yu of Ningguang Engraving were character items and locations.

But no one thought that Ke Qing would draw a diamond ring.

Gan Yu took out the card and softly read the words on it, "[Tianheng Mountain]."

A look of anticipation flashed in Yun Jin's beautiful eyes. Could it be that Teacher Ling Xiao is going to write a love novel? The candy that Teacher Ling Xiao sent must be very sweet.

"The keyword cards drawn by the three teachers are [Carved Clear], [Diamond Ring] and [Tianheng Mountain]. Let's look forward to Mr. Ling Xiao's work!"

"Countdown begins!"

The hourglass turned over, and the crystal slag slowly leaked out.

Ke Qing watched Han Chen quietly, feeling a little mixed for some reason, and an inexplicable emotion spread in her heart.

Han Chen took a deep breath, and gradually constructed scenes and pictures in his mind, whether it was luck or necessity.

Pen down.

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"The breeze in Tianheng Mountain is very warm, perhaps because I saw her there for the first time."

"I remember a few leaves fell from the parasol, and a few lay on her shoulders."

"The morning sun is very dazzling, but not half as good as her smile."

I crossed out the words in the notes, but I still felt that the writing was not perfect, and it was difficult for the crude words to show her beautiful third.

"what are you writing?"

Ke Qing came to my side at some point, looking at the text in my notebook curiously, her eyes sparkling.

I hurriedly closed the notebook and smiled dryly: "It's just the material for the novel, I'm writing a short sentence about the heroine."

"Really?" Ke Qing hugged her knees and sat beside the tree trunk, pursed her lips and smiled: "You will definitely succeed this time!"

"One day, everyone will love your story."

There was no perfunctory in Ke Qing's eyes, I only saw sincerity, fiery sincerity, which almost melted me.

I nodded vigorously, clenched my right fist slightly, and smiled: "If one day my novel can be liked by everyone, can you be my heroine?"

Ke Qing was stunned, her eyes flashing with crystal water, "Well."

She nodded vigorously, and the glass-like water droplets flew in the air, glistening in the sunlight.

I took this scene to heart and vowed to succeed, to let the world see my story...and to let the girl in the story be her.

...

I used it for three years, I didn't make it, and my story was only seen by a few people.

I failed to fulfill my promise to her.

"do not give up."

"There are many better novelists than me, and I...can't do that."

Ke Qing clenched my palm tightly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, "You are the best novelist in the world, I won't read it if it's not yours."

"Didn't you say you want me to be your heroine?"

Ke Qing smiled, and a line of tears slid down, "I do."

I pursed my lips tightly, maybe this will stop the tears from flowing, yes, the story should have been written for the people I love.

...

Ah Qing.

By the time I realized it, I had unconsciously repeated her name countless times.

In the repeated entanglement of lips and tongues, my soul is indulged in the figure in the memory, the purple eyes, the arrogant smile.

Just seeing her face makes me want to cry with joy.

As long as I can hear her singing, I am so happy that I cannot speak.

When she was asleep, she wanted to gently stroke the long, supple purple hair, hold her in her arms, and feel the slight ups and downs of her body.

Wanting to kiss her lips suddenly when she wakes up, watching her sleepy face blushing, she shrunk into the bed and didn't dare to come out.

When you want to eat together, take away the rice grains on your face, eat it before she can react, and say thank you for the hospitality in her coquettish anger.

I want to surprise her on her birthday, looking at the joy in her eyes, as if there is nothing else in my world, only the color in those purple eyes.

Wanting to get up early to watch the sunrise with her, under the gradually brightening morning light, her black eyelashes fluttered, as beautiful as the wings of a butterfly.

There are too many things to do.

If my love for her had color.

Is it purple? It is fragrant like the Ammonium grass in full bloom in the Sky Cloud Pass.

Is it red? It is as pure and fragrant as neon clothes and flowers in the air.

Is it white? It seems that Cecilia blooms holy on the star-catching cliff of the free land.

Ah Qing, what else can make me feel more melancholy than you?

You are like the aurora in Lapland, rippling like a dream. You are like the sharp edge of Halley's Comet, brilliant. You are like the appearance of the hazy morning light, dazzling and bright.

...

"Thank you, my novelist."

Ke Qing smiled, a smile that was deeply imprinted into my soul when we first met.

I knelt down on one knee and raised the diamond ring in my hand before the first shimmering light of dawn, "Miss Keqing, are you willing to be my heroine?"

This time I don't need to panic anymore, I hope from now on in the story called life, that heroine will be you.

Ke Qing stretched out her right hand, and the water of joy flashed in her eyes.

"My answer has never changed."

"I would."

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"10 points."

Ningguang raised the scoreboard again, flashing memories in his eyes, "Simple love stories are the most moving, elegant words can push the atmosphere to a climax, and the chemical reaction of the combination of the two is impeccable."

"10 points..."

Gan Yu's eyes were a little red, "Mr. Ling Xiao, what's the ending? Did they end up happily together and gave birth to a few children?"

Ke Qing took out a pure heart and stuffed it into Gan Yu's mouth. You are a judge, damn it, don't say unnecessary words!

"Then what is Miss Keqing's rating?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Hengxing, the protagonist of the novel, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The scoreboard in Ke Qing's hand was slowly raised.

9 points!