The system sent me C to debut

Seeing that No.1 is right in front of you,
But the champion Zhuang Yan suddenly said that he chose to withdraw from the competition,
This is beyond everyone's comprehension.

When Zhuang Yan finished speaking from the bottom of his heart,
Everyone in the audience was silent,
Quiet,

very quiet,
no one speaks,
Most people blushed,

Heart is not the taste.

They call themselves virtuous literati and poets,

But 90.00% of the starting point is for profit,
Seeing that the influence of the poetry circle has grown in recent years,

Everyone wants to come in and get a piece of the action,

This kind of atmosphere has also changed the minds of many people who originally liked poetry.

Even the judges on the stage blushed,
His eyes were a little uncomfortable.

"I, Zhuang Yan, am just a layman, but I believe that everyone, like me, is unwilling to see the poetry circle in the future, full of scenes of competition for fame and fortune."

"I chose to withdraw from this competition because I am not a literati or poet. I feel uneasy after winning such an award."

He's just a layman,
An ordinary person living in the world.

put down the mic,
Zhuang Yan first bowed deeply to the audience,
Then whispered to Cui Cailiang who was not far away from him,
"I am also very grateful to Chairman Cui for his praise of Zhuang. I believe that Chairman Cui is a sensible person, and the Poetry Association is also a good organization."

Cui Cailiang's small but energetic eyes became deep,
He stroked his beard,

After a while, he nodded without a trace.

Cui Cailiang is a fine individual,
How could it be such a simple person to be able to sit in this position?

He heard the meaning of Zhuang Yan's words.

Zhuang Yan stopped talking and walked off the stage.

He was not from this circle,
There is no need to worry about this circle.

"Crack——"

There was a slight crackling sound of potato chips,
Shen Zike and An Ran looked at the TV screen,

Both of them were stunned.

"Ke Ke, your little handsome boy."

"Good man!"

An Ran slowly stretched out her hand and gave a thumbs up.

For a time,

The audience sitting in the audience and everyone watching in front of the TV fell silent.

no one realizes,
In the special program of the No.30 Seventh Poetry Conference,
This little episode that happened,

The singer named Zhuang Yan spoke from the bottom of his heart,

In the next two years,
The Chinese poetry circle has undergone earth-shaking changes.

After this day,
With the Huaxia Poetry Association as the representative of the folk and national buttons,

It completely opened the rectification of the poetry circle.

Of course, these are all for later.

Zhuang Yan got off the stage,
It is equivalent to an automatic waiver.

No.1 of this program,
Without a doubt, it fell into Wang Sheng's hands.

When Wang Sheng held the No.1 brand in his hand, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He began to reflect on himself,
After a long time, Wang Sheng's eyes became firm, and he clenched the sign in his hand.

The figure of the young man who contributed dozens of classic poems on the spot was full of people's minds, and they couldn't get rid of it.

Zhuang Yan who left the scene immediately received a wave of phone calls.

Sun Yizhou: "Fuck! Brother, you are so awesome! You are not as awesome as you are!"

Liao Jie: "Brother, you are simply No. 1 in history! How dare you make trouble at the poetry conference!"

Breaking things?
Zhuang Yan's face was dark,
What do you mean by smashing things?
Shouldn't you say that I am very chic?
Even Jiang Lou was alarmed by this incident, and Jiang Lou also sent Zhuang Yan a WeChat message, which contained only two thumbs up emojis.

That night,

Everything that happened at the poetry conference was aroused on the Internet,
What Zhuang Yan said last reached everyone's heart.

But it's hard to say,

Even though 90.00% of the people agree with Zhuang Yan's words, there are still [-]% of people who say that Zhuang Yan is simply ignorant and extremely arrogant.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of turmoil on the Internet about this matter, and more and more people joined the topic to argue, and the two factions with different opinions quarreled fiercely, and the heat of this matter became more and more intense .

Of course, these things were just a small episode for Zhuang Yan.

After finishing the recording plan in Haicheng, the film remuneration for the "Poetry Conference" that night was credited to Zhuang Yan's account on time.

"By the way, the system, this time I chose to retire voluntarily, that task."

Zhuang Yan was slightly worried,

Suddenly I regretted why did I pretend to be forceful?Wouldn't it be nice to take that No.1 honestly?

This time he voluntarily abstained from the competition, and he didn't know how to calculate this task, and the system did not make a sound for a long time.

Ding!
"Congratulations, Master, you have completed the No.1 task of the Poetry Conference!"

"Get a random skill gift bag, may the owner choose to open it immediately?"

The voice in my head just stopped,

Zhuang Yan blinked his eyes in a daze, feeling bewildered in his heart,
"No, system, isn't this No.1 Wang Sheng? Why?"

Strangely, the system didn't speak again this time,
Just 1 minute later, such a piece of data appeared in Zhuang Yan's brain,
I don't know who made a vote on the Internet,
The content is "Who is No.1 in your heart?"

There are only two options for voting, one is Wang Sheng and the other is Zhuang Yan.

Although Wang Sheng had a lot of votes, 13 votes, it was still very small compared to Zhuang Yan's votes.

Because, Zhuang Yan's votes were as high as 170 million!
"what is this?"

This time the system finally has sound,

"Master, after the game, the netizens were surprised and regretful that you left the arena voluntarily, so they spontaneously launched a poll. In less than two hours, your votes have reached 170 million!"

Zhuang Yan still didn't understand.
What does this have to do with votes?After all, the No.1 medal was indeed awarded to Wang Sheng.

Sensing Zhuang Yan's doubts, the system said again: "Master, among the more than 100 million votes you got in this voting, one vote was for Mr. Wang Guoan, one vote was for President Cui Cailiang, and one vote was for Wang Sheng. For you, even, the organizers of the Poetry Conference and many mentors from the Poetry Association participated in this vote."

Zhuang Yan opened his mouth even more.

"Master, in everyone's hearts, maybe the No.1 of this competition can only be you."

This is the unanimous thought in everyone's mind.

Even the 13 votes that Wang Sheng got were voted by some netizens who deliberately turned the other way.

Sometimes, the false name of a game does not mean who is good and who is not. It is gold that always shines, even if it has been covered by dust for a long time.

pack up the next day,

Zhuang Yan left immediately and returned to the imperial capital.

The air ticket was booked by Xiao Chen. According to Cui Cailiang's intention, he specially booked the first class cabin.

Hurricane Entertainment,

"Brother Bai! The boss still didn't answer the phone!"

The little girl Nana didn't put any makeup on her face early in the morning, her Junxiu eyebrows were knit together, and she ran over anxiously.

Bai Lezhi's face didn't look much better either.

With the mobile phone in his hand, he was also constantly dialing the number of his partner in the record company.

"Damn!"

After being rejected countless times, Bai Lezhi, who is usually very qualified, couldn't help but curse secretly.

Nana's face was wrinkled into a bitter face, and she kept praying in her heart, boss, answer the phone quickly!