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Chapter 14 Experimental Topic 2


In the end, An Yiran went directly to his brother An Yingjie.

He was busy reading some business books recently.

Although he couldn't skip a grade due to his level, he could still learn more on his own.

An Yingjie is now in the first grade of junior high school.

No matter how busy the day is, An Yiran believes that he can live it easily.

"Brother, help me, yes."

An Yiran blinked his big eyes and directly pulled the cold-faced young man in front of him to act coquettishly, holding his finger and shaking it gently.

An Yingjie has had nothing to do with this sister since he was a child, but it took him a while before he agreed.

He really liked watching An Yiran act coquettishly.

I thought to myself how cute my sister was when she acted coquettishly.

I seemed to have spoiled my sister when I was a child.

Su Lianyi always blamed him for not having facial paralysis himself and turning his sister into facial paralysis too.

An Yingjie thought about An Yiran's expressionless face when he was a child, but his eyes were blank, and smiled.

An Yiran kept staring at his eldest brother, and suddenly found that the paralyzed face actually smiled.

This kind of cold and hard facial features suddenly softened really made people feel like spring.

An Yingjie will harm many young girls in the future.

It feels so fulfilling to have such an outstanding brother.

"Okay."

The smile only flashed in the pan, and he returned to his expressionless look.

"Brother, have you really watched the movie Happy Wolf and Gray Sheep?"

An Yiran really couldn't imagine An Yingjie sitting in front of the TV watching this kind of anime.

"No, but it can be written."

After a pause, An Yingjie added: "This kind of experimental project usually only lasts a few hundred words, and it takes half an hour at most."

In fact, his previous experimental project was completed in 10 minutes.

"You will write for me from now on, okay."

A gust of wind blew a little cold, and An Yingjie rubbed his hands.

Staring at him pitifully.

“It’s really heartbreaking to be buried in the trouble of writing experimental topics every day.”

"I really can't write and I don't want to watch that kind of cartoon."

"Help me."

"I will have more time to play with you in the future."

An Yiran fully utilized the advantages of a lolita.

An Yingjie has been a girl lover since he was a child, so he agreed directly since it didn't take much time.

An Yiran was relieved now.

Since his brother is so good, he should write all the experimental subjects.

It's good to have a brother.

Lin Yi, just take your time.

Without the torture of experimental subjects, class was so refreshing that I couldn’t be too happy.

The head teacher walked into the classroom of Class 1 of Grade 1 and said: "Students, be quiet for a moment and listen carefully.

The school will select two students in Grade 1 to participate in a children's intelligence competition.

I brought An Yiran from our class to After signing up, if anyone else wants to participate, please tell the teacher and we will have a small selection.”

Teacher, have you asked me?

An Yiran complained.

She didn't want to participate at all.

Well, she now has a sister named An Jinyan who has attracted so many people.

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There were also a few idiots who came to mess with her because of this matter.

If I were to participate in another competition, it would feel a bit tiring.

"Teacher, why can An Yiran participate directly without passing the review?"

A pretty girl stood up and said, "This is unfair."

Teacher Tian smiled: "This is not my decision, this is also the school's decision.

An Yiran has participated in an intellectual competition such as The Strongest Brain, and was the first place in the children's group.

We think An Yiran is very good at this experience.”

"Teacher, there are more than two hundred students in the first grade of our school.

Just because the others haven't participated, it doesn't mean they are not as good as her.

Give us an equal opportunity, and maybe we can do it," Xu Xinyu said righteously.

Teacher Tian thought about it and agreed.

The school spirit of international primary schools is so open, and most of these students come from powerful families and their performance is very strong.

Teacher Tian adhered to the concept of a bowl of water and said directly: "Students who want to participate, please sign up at the Arts Committee."

After Xu Xinyu sat down, she looked at An Yiran provocatively.

An Yiran was speechless.

Xu Xinyu is simply a lunatic, or to be more precise, she is an idiot fan of An Jinyan.

This girl always felt that her existence was dragging An Jinyan down and was a black spot on his star road.

So she has always hated An Yiran and opposed An Yiran in every aspect.

Fu Xi complained to An Yiran with some dissatisfaction, saying that they were just not sure, but you were indeed stronger and more suitable for this competition than them. " "But Xixi, I don't want to participate at all."

An Yiran said indifferently.

An Yiran didn't want to be manipulated by anyone.

He stood up and said, "Teacher, I don't want to participate in this competition.

Classmate Xu Xinyu is right.

I have already had the experience of this kind of intellectual competition, so let's give the opportunity to other students." ” Teacher Tian was a little surprised.

She thought An Yiran would enjoy this kind of intellectual competition, but she still couldn't force it and said: "Okay, since you don't want to, just give the opportunity to others.

Students who want to participate please Go to the literary and art committee to sign up.

The literary and art committee will tally up the list and give it to me before school."

Fu Xi is An Yiran's classmate, Lin Yi and Mrs.

Zhengtai sit directly behind them, and Li Sijie, a good friend from kindergarten, is in another class.

As soon as An Yiran sat down, Fu Xi asked directly: "Of course, why don't you participate?

I kind of want to participate in this competition."

"This kind of competition is very boring."

The school's competition will probably be on TV again.

As a child, she is already very famous now.

An Yiran said: "But if you like it, just go directly.

Don't worry about me."

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

"Fu Xi, do you want to go?"

Lin Yi sat behind and happened to hear their conversation, and said with a smile, "I want to go too, let's go together."

"Well, let's go sign up first."

When Ji Yi heard Fu Xi's response, his ears immediately turned red.

There was a little shyness in her expression: Xixi is so cute An Yiran still starts writing his own novels whenever he has free time.

Now that he has grown up a little, his typing is not as slow as before.

In fact, she had no plan at all on how to structure the novel.

She just wrote a little bit as she thought of it.

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Now the novel has more than 100,000 words.

She registered an account on the website under the pseudonym Ying Shiyouse, and the novel is called Memoirs of the Magical World.

Ten thousand words have been uploaded online, with one chapter uploaded every day.

But now she has hundreds of thousands of words in her manuscript, so she doesn’t have to worry about coding at all.

You are so domineering if you have a saved manuscript Four chapters of the novel have been uploaded, but the number of clicks on the Internet is still very low, only about 30 clicks.

An Yiran had to wonder with some worry, could she really make her first pot of gold by writing novels?

No, her first pot of gold came from the strongest brain.

The organizer of the show gave her a bonus of 100,000 yuan, and of course there was some mental compensation.

It's a pity that Su Lianyi has kept it for safekeeping, saying that he would give it to her when she becomes an adult.

Lin Yi and Fu Xi went to participate in the school's trials, and the results were half and half.

Fu Xi failed, but Ji Yi was selected.

And that girl Xu Xinyu who mocked An Yiran

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