Life is a Game

According to the official data, the total number of applicants in the 4 divisions of the Good Taste Cooking Competition is 12,129. As a culinary competition, the number of applicants is quite scary, but the moisture is not small. Many people join in the fun and sign up like An Ling. Half of the people will be screened out in the first round of sea elections. Jiang Feng estimates that the next preliminary round will screen out people It will be sifted harder.

The organizer specially set up a forum, and Jiang Feng went for a walk. It was not interesting. Some people complained that the dishes in the audition were too easy to reflect the level, and some people complained that the organizer's competition system was not rigorous, and the public's lack of taste caused him to be eliminated. You just say Let me say that half of the posts in the forum end up in fights.

The official post announced the content of each competition area, the content of each competition and the number of votes for the advanced players. Jiang Feng took a cursory glance and found that there are quite a lot of people who passed with 10 votes, and there are too many people, and there is no specific information , has no reference value.

The official forum didn't have much dry stuff, so Jiang Feng went to the post bar to have a look.

Compared with the fairy fights on the official forums, the post bar is more interesting. There are all kinds of gossip, true or false news, rumors of auditions with inside stories, and what people say is good. A certain culinary genius also signed up for the competition and was recognized in a certain competition area.

Everyone in the post bar is full of talents, and they speak nicely. The inside story of the story is like a novel. There are inspirational stories of bosom friends, love stories of female fans, and most of them are upgrade stories of male fans. The plot of the story has ups and downs, all kinds of pretense and slaps are very refreshing, love and hatred make people cry, and the netizens under the post are also very cooperative and leave messages one after another.

"666, I'll pay you five yuan, please continue to make it up!"

"This story is better than the one next door, and I'll pay you a dollar!"

"I'll pay ten yuan, please write that xxx to death."

Jiang Feng watched it with gusto until he reached the most popular post in the entire post bar.

"My Roommate Who Got the Pig's Foot Script"

Posting time is around twelve noon today.

Jiang Feng is very familiar with the writing style and style of writing. The host built more than a hundred buildings by himself. It roughly tells the inspirational story of an ordinary college student who suddenly struggled to become stronger after his family fell down. Opening a shop for his dream, entering the teacher's office seven times and leaving the teacher's office to become famous in the whole department, and a dish he is not familiar with attracts a big boss, who is made things difficult by the rich second generation of the same school. Re-examination in front of everyone, enduring humiliation and being taken care of by a domineering female president surnamed Wu.

Jiang Feng: ... :)

There were still seven or eight pages of posts that Jiang Feng didn't read, he was afraid that if he continued to read, tomorrow's headline would be "Shocked!" College students murdered roommates inside story is actually! "

Turn directly to the last page, the host is still updating, and the latest update time is 20 minutes ago.

Eight hours of review and seven hours of water stickers.

Jiang Feng said that it is hopeless, wait for death, wait for rebuilding!

Unknowingly, after browsing the post bar for more than an hour, Jiang Feng looked at the time. It was 10:40, and the library was closed at 10:30. As long as Wang Hao didn't go to buy barbecue, he could get to the dormitory in at most 10 minutes.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Hao opened the door of the dormitory with a book and a barbecue.

"Brother Feng, how was your game today? I told you that I was exhausted after reading all day." Wang Hao put the packed barbecue on the table, "The price of the barbecue at the back door has increased again, lamb skewers Selling it for 4 yuan a bunch, why is it that real mutton is so expensive!"

"Reading the book for a day?" Jiang Feng grinned expressionlessly, "Why was "My Roommate Who Got the Pig's Foot Script" still being updated 40 minutes ago?"

Wang Hao was stunned on the spot.

Frightened.

Five minutes later, Wang Hao contributed the barbecue he bought with a lot of money and promised to delete the story of the hero being taken care of by the domineering president surnamed Wu in the post, and add a 1,000-word appearance description to highlight the handsomeness of the hero from various angles After that, it's a turnaround.

"By the way, Brother Feng, it's quite funny to say. Someone asked me privately this afternoon if I would be interested in writing an article on a small broken website." Wang Hao said that he dedicated all the barbecue to Jiang Feng to make amends, but his body was very Honestly went to get the mutton kebabs and ate them consciously, "What are you talking about, if I expand this story, it will definitely become popular."

As a pig's foot for Wang Hao to make up stories, Jiang Feng didn't want to make any comments.

"However, there is a real post in it, have you seen it?" Wang Hao suddenly looked serious, and took another bunch of potatoes, "It's the post of the culinary genius in the Beiping competition area."

"Which culinary genius?" Jiang Feng asked. There are too many culinary geniuses in the post bar, and it's just a matter of sprinkling fluorescent powder to make dishes that will glow.

Wang Hao took out his phone. He had saved the post, so he turned it over and showed it to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng knew which post it was after reading the beginning. This post was not exaggerated enough and the author's writing style was not good, so there was no response, but it was one of the few posts in the post bar that wrote the cooking techniques correctly.

"Is this true?" Jiang Feng read the post again. If there was really no exaggeration, then the protagonist in this post is really a well-deserved genius, even Wu Minqi is a bit inferior.

Born with five senses beyond ordinary people, the tongue of God, can shred meat on silk and satin with extraordinary knife skills, Chinese-French mixed-race family origin, father is a French culinary master. He studied famous chefs in Beiping since he was a child. After 19 years old, he returned to France to follow his father. Learning Western food, novels dare not write like this.

"Really, I am on Baidu. There really is this person. Although the post is a bit exaggerated, he is really a genius. He is called a rare culinary genius by the French media." Wang Hao said, taking another bunch of Flammulina velutipes.

Jiang Feng then took Wang Hao's mobile phone to read the post, and at the same time took out the Zhang Guanghang written in the Baidu post on his mobile phone. Sure enough, there was this person, but what was more famous was his legal name Albert Duran, who was praised by the French media as a rare event in a century. A once-in-a-lifetime culinary genius, 27 years old this year, has won a lot of awards in various culinary competitions, many of which are quite high in gold.

"It's really amazing, and he looks quite handsome." Jiang Feng made a fair and objective evaluation, put down his phone and took a closer look, Wang Hao had already finished eating the barbecue on the table.

Wang Hao was already cleaning the table consciously, and echoed: "Yes, he is really handsome. According to the encyclopedia information, he is 1.92 meters tall, like a model."

Jiang Feng looked at Wang Hao silently.

Wang Hao didn't notice it at all. After wiping the table, he spread out "Signals and Systems", pointed to one of the questions and asked, "Brother Feng, please tell me about this question, it's about Fourier series."

Jiang Feng: guna