Who submitted this topic? "
Jiang Ran put the tablet on the table and tapped the line of titles on the screen with his fingernails. The sound was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for everyone in the conference room to hear clearly.
No one answered.
She waited for three seconds, then raised her head and scanned around. Of the eight people, six lowered their heads, one pretended to drink water, and one - intern Lin Xiaohe, whose neck was completely red, twisted the pen cap with his fingers and turned it.
"Lin Xiaohe. "
"Yes, it's me..."
Jiang Ran pushed the tablet over.
"'The Mental Dilemma of Generation Z: Why It's Getting Harder and Harder for Us to Be Happy'—tell me, what's the difference between this title and the one posted by thirty-seven public accounts last month? Change your skin and put on a shell. If your reading volume exceeds 5,000, I will treat you to afternoon tea for a month. "
Lin Xiaohe's pen cap fell off and rolled to the middle of the table. No one picked it up.
"I, I think the angle of entry is different..."
"What's the difference? "Jiang Ran turned to the second page, "The first paragraph, data quotation - "China Youth Daily" 2024 survey. The second paragraph is expert opinion. The third paragraph is a personal narrative. I can write this set of templates silently with my eyes closed. How long did it take you? Two hours or three hours? "
Lin Xiaohe said nothing. His lips were pursed into a slit, and his eyes were already starting to turn red.
Jiang Ran saw it.
My heart skipped a beat.
It's over, it's serious again.
But she didn't stop. Can't stop. To stop is to show weakness, to show weakness is to be wavering, and to be wavering is to say that the things these people hand over in the future are inferior to each other.
