The system sent me C to debut

"It's awesome! It's too awesome!"

"Ke Kezi! Your Wang Laowu is really awesome!"

In the small house Shen Zike rented,
The two girls screamed again and again,

An Ran was full of praise without hesitation,
Shen Zike's nimble eyes also widened at the moment.

"If I were on the scene, I would definitely slap my size 36 high heels on that dead old man's face!"

An Ran waved her hand,

With an effort on his lips, he said angrily,

But she couldn't be too happy to see this dead old man's colorful face now!
I don't know how long it took,
Everyone woke up from the shocking performance just now,
But the surging emotion in my heart could not subside for a long time.

At this moment, everyone's heart is like a bright mirror,
Does Zhuang Yan lack poetry?

Need plagiarism?

Do not!
Not only is he lacking,
And I don't like your broken poems at all!
How about a collection of personal poems?

Pooh!
The facts are clear,

The truth has also been revealed.

Zhuang Yan used his strength to prove what disdain is,

What is real unilateral strength crushing!

Someone cleverly compared Zhuang Yan's poems with Chen Jie's poems,
I found that Chen Jie's poems are like children's nonsense in front of these poems,
Unsightly.

The place is very quiet,
no one speaks,
You can only hear the breathing of the people next to you.

It even seems to be able to hear the faint heartbeat.

Everyone looked at Chen Jie in unison.

At some point, several judges had quietly moved away from Chen Jie.

They also didn't want to get too close to Chen Jie.

So as not to be affected by public wrath.

"Old man Chen, what else do you have to say?"

There was a bit of contempt in Zhuang Yan's eyes,

"Tell me again, how many of my poems have you copied from your old friend's personal collection of poems?"

Chen Jie felt all kinds of gazes projected on him from 360 degrees,
These eyes are very piercing,
It was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on this stage.

At this moment, Chen Jie felt extremely ashamed,
My palms are already sweating,

pale face,

There is no trace of blood on the lips,
Beads of sweat ran across the mirror frame and fell to the ground,
He trembled all over,
The legs are also very weak.

Zhuang Yan's eyes fixed on Chen Jie's hair straightened.

Everyone was waiting to see what else Chen Jie could say.

"Forehead--"

In the end, Chen Jie's heart ached,

A mouthful of old blood seemed to be stuck in the throat,
rolled his eyes,
The whole person fell crookedly to the ground.

"whispering sound!"

"Don't think you're just pretending to be dead! You think me and the audience are stupid black bears?"

After saying this,
Zhuang Yan noticed with sharp eyes that Chen Jie's body trembled slightly.
Ah,
old man!
It is estimated that Chen Jie also felt ashamed to face others at this moment, and wanted to pretend to be dizzy.

Zhuang Yan turned around,

"I admit that I have no attainments in poetry and my brain cells are limited, but compared to me, you, Chen Jie, are still far behind!"

"Whether you want to change your name or your surname, I, Zhuang Yan, never do such stupid things that are sneaky and shady!"

"But I am definitely not a soft persimmon that anyone can manipulate! I am a cactus! If you want to manipulate me, then I will definitely stab you! If you don't believe me, try it!"

these words,

tone and light,

But every word and every sentence seemed to hit everyone's heart.

At this time, the hearts of the people trembled,
But I couldn't help but look black,
You have no attainments?

Your brain cells are limited?
Temeow, is this burying them?
Brain cells are limited and can export into chapters, just write such amazing and brilliant poems?

Who are you bluffing?

Now,

The ratings of major player platforms have skyrocketed to a new level,
The program of the Poetry Conference is at this moment,
The ratings have also reached unprecedented heights.

Bullet screens are flying all over the Internet,

Netizens rallied to attack,

Eleven of the ten sentences are all about changing the method.

"Standing on horses! This old man has grown up! Keep talking!"

"Meow! That group of little blackheads just kept coming out! Let's fight to the death! My keyboard is ready! I'll take out my ancestral keyboard and spray to death you group of dead trolls and that old man Chen!"

"Who the hell dares to say that Zhuang Yan plagiarized? Just out of those dozens of poems, which one is not a slap in the face for you?"

"Let me see who else is not convinced?! Just come out and do it! There are also those who said that the live broadcast just now eats dung! Hurry up and start the live broadcast! I will brush dung balls for you!"

"Knocking inside is so cool! I seem to hear the sound of slapping my face!"

"Copy? Copy your uncle! Copy your mother's banana peel! Such a method, such a poem, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a poet in this world!"

When Chen Jie questioned the moment,
The wind direction on the net is directly tilted to one side,

Everyone thought Zhuang Yan was plagiarizing.

Now, no one dared to speak out.

After this incident,
Those who regarded themselves as literati were disgraced.

Cui Caihao is not easy to stabilize his figure,
Quickly wave your hands,
"Ask someone to carry Chen Jie down! Don't be ashamed!"

Nowadays,

The special program of this Poetry Conference,

Because of this farce,
Surprisingly, the ratings hit a new high.
But now,
It will not end well.

Several staff members came up and dragged Chen Jie off the stage,

Everyone looked down on him with contempt, shamelessness, and anger.

Countless people greeted the eighteen generations of Chen Jiezu's ancestors in their hearts.

In today's Chinese poetry circle, those poets and literati who name themselves all think highly of themselves, with a high heart and arrogance,

But more people like Chen Jie,

As a generation of literati,
However, fame and prestige are more important than anything else,

This also caused the atmosphere and criticism in the poetry circle to gradually lose.

Cui Cailiang as the president,
At such a juncture, it is natural to come out and clean up the mess.
"Everyone, Mr. Cui hereby apologizes to everyone for today's episode. The reason why such a situation happened today is still the responsibility of our Poetry Association, which is our negligence."

"This episode is over now, and I believe that Zhuang Yan will definitely not be that kind of person."

"As for the person who caused the trouble, we will definitely deal with it strictly, and give everyone and little friend Zhuang Yan an explanation. The next game will continue."

Cui Cailiang hadn't finished speaking,
Zhuang Yan said calmly,
"I opt out of the game!"

"Wow—"

As soon as this word comes out,
The audience erupted.

"What!? What's going on?"

"Retire? Zhuang Yan couldn't think about it?"

"According to this situation, Zhuang Yan will be No. 1 in the next match. Why did he retire?"

Everyone can't wait to write question marks on their faces.

Several people on the stage were also startled.

Zhuang Yan paused, then continued,

"From ancient times to the present, China's thousands of years of civilization history has laid a solid cultural foundation for us. Poetry is also one of our country's cultural treasures."

"I personally think that poetry can cultivate sentiment, express feelings in the heart, and also have the meaning of teaching and learning in literature,"

"But I didn't expect that poetry has evolved to this day, but it has become a weapon for poets to fight each other? How many people regard poetry as a sharp-edged sword, as a thing to earn fame and profit for themselves?"

"It wasn't until the moment I stood on this stage and faced everyone's doubts that I realized that poetry is not simply a culture."

"This inheritance seems to have changed today."