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In the conference room.

Shen Weimin stared at his phone screen, reading those seven words over and over again three times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Finished writing?"

Old Zhou glanced at the clock on the wall subconsciously.

11:17.

Today's field trip has only lasted less than half a day!

Tang Huaiyuan pushed his reading glasses up and asked with a frown.

"A fragment or a complete manuscript?"

Shen Weimin neither guessed nor said anything unnecessary.

I dialed Xiao Zhang's number directly.

It rang once, and the other end answered instantly.

"Xiao Zhang, is the manuscript complete?"

"Complete, Director Shen."

Shen Weimin paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"What did Fang Yu himself say?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Zhang's voice was shaky, as if he himself felt that what he was about to say was outrageous, but he had no choice but to convey it truthfully.

He said... the lyrics were finalized.

"They even said that you don't need to change the punctuation; you can use it directly."

The words fell.

The hand that was turning the pages at the conference table froze.

The pen-twirling motion also stopped.

Several experts, whose combined age is nearly a thousand years, all raised their heads in unison.

What a boastful tone!

It's worth noting that each of the dozen or so drafts on their desks was meticulously revised and polished word by word.

The author revised it so much that he could hardly recognize the original manuscript anymore, and it still wasn't up to par.

But this one turned out to be quite different.

There hasn't been any serious activity for three days.

You dare to say that you don't need to change the punctuation once you submit the manuscript?

Old Zhou took a deep breath, and took two deep breaths in a row, but in the end he still couldn't hold back.

"How long did he write?"

There was another silence on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Zhang seemed to be gritting his teeth as he finished speaking.

"From the moment I put pen to the moment I put pen to paper... it took about ten minutes in total."

"How many?!"

Old Zhou let out a roar, and his voice split open on the spot.

"Ten minutes."

pat.

Old Zhou slammed the chipped and dented ballpoint pen in his hand onto the table, rolled twice, and fell to the ground.

He didn't even bend over.

The entire conference room was completely silent.

I spent two and a half days wandering around here, drawing and telling jokes with my girlfriend.

When it came time to actually hand in the paper, it only took ten minutes?

You're kidding me!

Shen Weimin pressed hard on his throbbing temples and exhaled a long breath.

"Bring them here immediately. Now."

The phone hangs up.

Old Zhou then bent down to pick up the pen, muttering to himself:

"Ten minutes... what can you do in ten minutes? Enough to make a bowl of instant noodles!"

He sat up straight, his astonishment completely vanishing, replaced by an extremely stern expression.

"Director Shen, I'm putting my words here."

He pointed forcefully at the discarded drafts on the table, which were marked beyond recognition with red pen.

"If all we submit are a few nice slogans or combinations of trending internet terms, we must activate our backup plan today!"

"We can't afford to waste any more time with him!"

"Of course."

Shen Weimin spoke calmly, without making any attempt to plead for Fang Yu.

He looked around at everyone and said, "I'll say it again: only look at the work, not anything else."

The senior experts nodded in agreement.

In this house, there is no such thing as human relationships.

No matter how high your traffic or how famous you are, if your keywords are bad, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would have to pack his bags and leave!

……

Less than twenty minutes.

Xiao Zhang then led Fang Yu and arrived at the preparatory group's office area on time.

Liu Yifei did not follow them inside.

During the subsequent closed-door review by the expert panel, she politely remained in the reception room at the end of the corridor.

Incidentally, they even thoughtfully kept Fang Yu's coat safe.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Xiao Zhang pushed open the door and stepped aside, making a half-step.

Fang Yu walked in.

He had that temporary pass hanging around his neck.

A dusty gray canvas bag was slung across his shoulder.

He casually held the hardcover sketchbook in his hand.

White hoodie, sneakers.

There were no suits or ties, and no deliberate dressing up.

He looks like a fresh-faced college student who just stepped out of the library.

Fang Yu entered the room at a leisurely pace.

She wasn't putting on airs, nor was she intimidated at all.

His gaze casually swept across the large conference table.

A dozen or so sheets of manuscript paper laid out.

The red annotations were dense, some entire paragraphs were marked with big crosses, and some were simply crumpled up.

He then looked at the bigwigs sitting in a circle.

White hair, reading glasses, and a thermos.

There was a thick stack of documents beside me.

Fang Yu's lips twitched slightly.

Good guy.

This whole setup is hardly an inspection of lyrics.

It was clearly a joint consultation by experts from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

However, he didn't say it out loud.

Given the occasion, although Fang is a chatterbox, he always has a very good sense of propriety.

Fang Yu stopped and lifted the shoulder strap of the canvas bag with one hand.

"Hello, teachers."

He bowed slightly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft.

His tone was calm and his posture respectful.

Gone is the playful, cheeky person who used to charm the "Fairy Sister"; now he's just a clean-cut junior.

Several senior experts stared at him intently, their gazes penetrating.

To be honest, it's completely different from what they expected.

I originally thought that someone who dared to make such an arrogant statement as "not changing a single word" must be a popular internet celebrity with a big nose in the head.

The results of it?

The young man stood there with clear, bright eyes, open and honest, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Did you bring the manuscript?" Shen Weimin skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"I brought it."

Fang Yu casually flipped open his sketchbook.

With a "rip" sound.

I tore a page off directly from it.

The charcoal writing on the paper, stroke by stroke, is strong and powerful.

He held out both hands and handed over the manuscript.

The moment Shen Weimin took the manuscript, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

This kid... is he really just handing in his paper like that?

They didn't print it out, they didn't format it, they just tore off a page of drawing paper and handed it over?

It even has jagged, rough edges!

Shen Weimin laid the manuscript paper flat on the table and subconsciously pressed the corners of the paper flat with his palm.

All eyes then fell upon it.

At the very top of the manuscript, a few lines of charcoal writing caught my eye—

This land, I begin to write.

The bloodline of the nation stretches for thousands of miles and centuries.

Over the past six hundred years, the descendants of the dragon have weathered many storms...