The system sent me C to debut

Immediately, all kinds of pointing eyes at the scene fell on Zhuang Yan,

Various discussions arose one after another.

Zhuang Yan didn't take these arguments to heart.

It's just that he really feels that Xiang Tanyu's face at this moment really deserves a beating!
To everyone's surprise,

Zhuang Yan did not become angry from embarrassment,
Instead, he evoked a smile,
Slightly squinting his eyes, he said lightly,
"Oh? You know again?"

"What about doggerel? Can you do it?"

"You suspect that I copied it, if you have the ability, copy one!"

As soon as this word comes out,
Everyone froze for a moment,
Even the slightly angry expression on Wang Sheng's face, who was standing aside, paused.
Next second,
His hands clenched into fists,
Cough cough twice,

Suppressing a smile.

The onlookers were shocked.
Zhuang Yan is too arrogant!

But why do they feel a little cool?

Zhuang Yan was still smiling,
You said this is a doggerel?
Then you do one to see,

The doggerel that I wrote casually will hang you.

After realizing another meaning of this sentence,

Many of the onlookers covered their mouths and laughed softly.

Xiang Qinyu was stunned for half a minute before he realized,
Next second,
Xiang Tanyu's face turned livid.

He didn't expect Zhuang Yan's choking skills to be so profound.

"Oh, mere ants, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

"You know if you copied it or not!"

Zhuang Yan still smiled and said,

"Whether you copied it or not is none of your business, anyway, even if you copy it for you, you may not be able to copy it."

"As for whether I have a number in my heart, it's none of your business,"

"Now, you should have something in mind."

Xiang Qinyu's expression froze,
"what?"

"Let me say, if you get in my way again, believe it or not, I will beat you until your father doesn't even recognize you?"

Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes,
He also showed his fist the size of a sandbag.

Xiang Qinyu swallowed,

Looking at Zhuang Yan's expression again, he doesn't seem to be joking,

He felt a little guilty.

In his eyes, Zhuang Yan is a rough person,
Maybe anything can be done,

Think about your body like ribs.
"Humph!"

"A rough man!"

"I'll wait to see you lose face on stage later!"

After speaking, he slipped away.

"puff!"

There was a small laugh at the scene.

"cut."

Zhuang Yan spat in disdain.

"I'm really in the year of my birth this year, and I can always meet this kind of idiot who is good at food and loves to give away people's heads."

"Master, it is recommended to wear red underwear in the year of birth."

".I think it can be considered."

Wang Sheng also smiled,
He didn't expect that Zhuang Yan, as a public figure,
Such a tough personality,
But this trick,
It really works against this guy.

"Guests, please get ready, the show is ready to start."

Four p.m,

No.30 The special program of the [-]th China Poetry Conference has started,

The whole program adopts a nationwide live broadcast method.
This ensures the authenticity of the program.

After the host's speech and the applause of the audience,
Five contestants took to the stage one after another,

The first one is Xiang Qinyu,
The second one is Liu Yuyu,
The third one is Wang Sheng,

The fourth is Qiao Zhi,

The last one is Zhuang Yan.

All five players are on the stage.

There was another wave of applause from the audience.

Seeing Zhuang Yan at this time,

Discussions in the auditorium also rose up,
"Am I not mistaken? That's Zhuang Yan?"

"That's right, it's true, it's the first time I've seen you!"

"A singer came to participate in the poetry conference? Are you making trouble?"

"Tch, is it true that a singer can't write poems? Maybe he is really capable?"

"I didn't expect Zhuang Yan to go to the poetry conference! Can I ask for autographs later?"

The expected suspicion.

"Welcome to the audience friends in the audience and the audience friends across the country in front of the TV! Good afternoon everyone!"

"Welcome everyone to watch the special program of the No.30 Seventh Poetry Conference!"

"I am the host of this game!"

"The rules of today's game are different than in the past"

The host introduced the rules again,
Then it's the judges' turn.

The judges this time are all big names,
especially,
This game,
Cui Cailiang, the current president of the Poetry Association, also arrived at the scene.
Sit on the c seat of the judges' seat,
This "old" looking guy,

A look full of spirit.

The other four are all highly respected ten-year mentors of the Poetry Association.
All of them looked at the five young people on the stage with smiles on their faces.

After the host's introduction,
Cui Cailiang touched his mustache and smiled,

"The young people this time don't look simple!"

A judge next to him echoed,

"That's right, especially Old Man Wang's eldest son, look at that demeanor, he is not inferior to his father at all!"

"It's more than that! Old man Wang's elder son is amazing, and his comprehension in poetry is also very deep! He's almost catching up with his father!"

"Hahaha! That young student Xiang Qinyu is also very good. These two young people are popular candidates for our special program of this year's Poetry Conference!"

"But that young man Zhuang seems to be a bit unfamiliar."

Cui Cailiang stroked his beard,

laugh without saying a word,
The crescent-shaped eyes watched Zhuang Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

After a brief introduction,

The host announced the official start of the game.

The contestants took turns to draw themes of poems,
The most eye-catching project, Qin Yu, was the first to draw the theme of rural scenery.
It only took 10 minutes,
Xiang Qinyu made a song "Autumn Harvest" on the spot,
As soon as the host reads the poem,
received a round of applause from the audience,
The audience praised Xiang Qinyu's well-written poem,
Through the description of autumn, the harvest season,
To present a wonderful scene of a farmer's autumn harvest,

Even the judges on the stage nodded repeatedly.

"It is indeed the hottest candidate for this year's championship. It is such an excellent poem!"

"10 minutes! It only took 10 minutes!"

"Hey, it really is the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead!"

Such comments made Xiang Tanyu even more proud,
From time to time, his proud eyes looked in the direction of Wang Sheng and Zhuang Yan,
The smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

Then Liu Yuyu stepped forward to draw,

This round,
Liu Yuyu picked up a theme describing the spring rain,
Meditate for 15 minutes,
She wrote a song "just in time for the spring rain",
The girl's handwriting is like the character of the girl,
Junxiu elegant.

This time after the host read the whole poem,
Even the judges on the stage couldn't help clapping their hands.
"This year Haicheng University has an amazing girl!"

"The song "Coinciding with the Spring Rain" clearly portrays the characteristics of the spring rain in a gentle and gentle manner, which can be taught by young children!"

Even Cui Cailiang, the president of the Poetry Association, showed his appreciation.

Next is Qiao Zhi from a scholarly family,

Qiao Zhi's poems are as cold as she is,
yet not arrogant,

very decent,

But put it on the stage of the poetry conference,
Especially compared with Wang Shengyi who came after her,
It seemed a little behind.

A Farewell to Lingshan written by Wang Sheng,
The Tao exhausted the poet's emotion of parting sorrow,
People can't help but feel the same,
A melancholy breath spread in the hearts of everyone.

As soon as this poem was read out by the host,
Whether it is the audience in the audience or the judges on the stage,
All of them applauded.

"Good! What a "Farewell to Lingshan"! The difference in the poem, the feeling of the poet! It is vividly expressed!"

"Every sentence and every word points out the emotion of this scene!"

"As expected of Old Man Wang who taught it himself!"