The system sent me C to debut

Yi Chunqiu wrote a lyrical poem in less than 10 minutes.

The heroic pride and ambition are expressed in the poem, and every word is well-chosen.

"it is good!"

When Yi Chunqiu finished reading the poem, Si Jingming applauded directly.

His face was full of pride and he began to praise, but his eyes turned to Yan Zhengcheng,
"Chunqiu! This poem of yours is really good! When I go back to school, Teacher Yang from the Chinese Department of the school next door is probably looking for you again!"

The meaning inside and outside the words is very partial to Yi Chunqiu.

It seems to be saying, this poem, the students in your school may not be able to compose it, right?

hiss---
I have to say that Yi Chunqiu, the number one talent at the Nancheng Conservatory of Music, is really not worthy of the title!
His song "Heroes" is really good!
Even after Zhuang Yan used his poetry skills to appreciate and analyze it, he was also slightly amazed.

I have to say, this Yi Chunqiu really has a few brushes.

On the other side, Fang Lainan still frowned, didn't make a sound, and seemed to be still thinking.

Seeing this scene, Si Jingming and the other students of Nancheng Conservatory of Music showed even more pride on their faces.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and it seemed that twenty or ten minutes had passed since he came on stage, and Fang Lainan's poem was not finished yet.

The faces of Yan Zhengcheng and Principal Zhang became more and more serious,
This round won't be over if you can't even write a poem, right?
Si Jingming smiled unabashedly,

"Old Yan! Did your Imperial Music Academy let us in on purpose?"

"Or do you mean that you don't take this fellowship exchange meeting seriously anymore? Just send a random student here?"

"It seems that next year's ranking of the national music schools, you will fall behind us again!"

When Yan Zhengcheng heard this, his eyelids twitched,

"Professor Si, the child is still thinking, let's stop talking about these jokes, and don't disturb the child."

Another 5 minutes passed.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Fang Lainan's forehead.

In the next second, she finally showed a smiling expression.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds
A piece of lonely city Wanren Mountain
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows

The spring breeze does not pass Yumen Pass. "

boom!
Waiting for Fang Lai Nan's ending sound to fall slowly.

Everyone at the scene was shocked.

"This poem is called "Liangzhou Ci"."

Deng!
A piece of "Liangzhou Ci" cheered Zhuang Yan up!
His eyes suddenly looked at Fang Lainan on the stage!

this poem!Zhuang Yan couldn't be more familiar with it!

This is the poem of Wang Zhihuan, a famous Tang Dynasty poet in the history of the earth!
Is this girl
A terrifying idea popped up in Zhuang Yan's mind.

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

"it is good!"

"clap clap"

There was applause at the scene.

Yan Zhengcheng clapped his hands, his eyes full of admiration.

This "Liangzhou Ci" really exceeded his expectations!

"Good sentence" why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass! " "

Principal Zhang also stroked his beard and said with joy,
"What a desolate, generous, sad yet strong nostalgic poem! Although the poem encourages and exaggerates the soldiers' resentment for not being able to return home, there is no sense of depression at all!"

Si Jingming's expression also became very complicated, but as a generation of literati, he had to admit that this poem is indeed very good!
Do you write about the heroic generals on the battlefield?Then this poem expresses the sadness and nostalgia in the hearts of thousands of soldiers!
Inadvertently, it seemed that they had quietly slapped Yi Chunqiu in the face of Nancheng Conservatory of Music.

After analyzing it, Yi Chunqiu's expression on the stage also became complicated.

I have to admit that this poem really beat his "Aspirations of Heroes" completely!
"How is it? Professor Si, can we start voting?"

Principal Zhang asked with a slight smile.

Si Jingming pursed his lips slightly, his expression was not relaxed. Just as he was about to start, he heard a sentence from the stage.

"No need to vote, I admit defeat!"

Whoa!
As soon as the words fell, the remaining students of Nancheng Conservatory of Music stood up directly.

"Yi Chunqiu! What are you talking about!"

"Yeah! How can you admit defeat before the voting starts?"

Si Jingming also looked at Yi Chunqiu in disbelief, and after a few seconds, Si Jingming sighed.

Yi Chunqiu is a child, he knows that this child has a high temperament and is extremely stubborn, even ten cows can't move him.

He said to admit defeat, and it was useless for others to say anything.

So Si Jingming said slowly: "Hey, Principal Zhang, this round, your school is indeed better."

"Hahaha! Good! If that's the case, then we won't vote!"

The two walked off the stage slowly.

The students from the Imperial Conservatory of Music were all smiling, while the faces of the students from the Nancheng Conservatory of Music were all dark, especially Yi Chunqiu, who hadn't said a word since he stepped down from the stage and sat down.

"Okay, then the third round is the long-awaited music exchange."

"Teacher Yan, who will we win this round?"

Yan Zhengcheng, who was asked, looked at Zhuang Yan. He really wanted Zhuang Yan to play this round. Now the score is one to one, a draw. This round can be said to be very important. It has a bearing on the dignity of their Conservatory of Music in the Imperial Capital. .

But seeing a few students beside him who were eager to try, Yan Zhengcheng held back again.

"Zhuang Yan? Zhuang Yan? What's wrong with you?!"

Yan Zhengcheng was about to speak, but saw Shen Zike holding Zhuang Yan's arm shaking gently, with a worried face, as if something had happened.

"Miss Shen, what's wrong with Zhuang Yan?"

"Teacher Yan, I don't know, but he became like this very suddenly! I don't know what happened!"

"Zhuang Yan! Zhuang Yan!"

"Senior brother! Senior brother Zhuang Yan!"

"My good brother, what's the matter with you?"

For a while, several people surrounded Zhuang Yan, calling his name frequently.

But Zhuang Yan seemed to be frozen, he didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't even move his eyes.

After a while, Zhuang Yan finally recovered from the shock, but the next second he grabbed Fang Lainan's hand firmly, staring at her with sharp eyes,
"Say! Who are you!"

"Zhuang Zhuangyan"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Several students were completely shocked by Zhuang Yan's aura.

Fang Lainan was taken aback for a moment, then a bit of fear flashed across his face,
"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Zhuang Yan still frowned tightly, staring at Fang Lainan, his eyes were very piercing!
"Zhuang Yan!"

Shen Zike was startled, she grabbed Zhuang Yan's wrist.

Only then did Zhuang Yan's expression gradually ease, but the aura around him was still a little scary.

In that instant, Zhuang Yan changed from a kind senior brother to a frightening "stranger".

"what happened to you?"

Shen Zike looked worried.

Zhuang Yan opened his mouth slightly, and the next second let go of Fang Lainan's hand.

"I'm sorry."

"Teacher Yan, I'm a little uncomfortable, sorry, I'm leaving first."

"Zhuang Yan!"

"Brother!"

"Strange, brother, what happened?"

Under everyone's strange eyes, Zhuang Yan hurriedly left the small auditorium, even looking carefully, his footsteps were still a little hurried.

Shen Zike was stunned for a moment, grabbed her bag and hurriedly followed.