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Chapter 606 Young people must have cultural heritage

With the topic, those principals began to prepare to write poems.

Some are thinking hard, while others are thinking about poetry with their eyes closed.

However, when Ye Chen saw that Shen Qiang had a good relationship with him, he started writing immediately.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, obviously they knew the topic in advance.

Since the time to write a poem is only half an hour, they naturally have a great advantage in preparing in advance.

At this time, Ye Chen suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach, so he got into the toilet.

At this time, many of these university presidents had finished writing poems and began to comment on each other.

"Old Zhou, your poem is very artistic."

"Haha, I just wrote it casually, old Shen, your poems are beautifully written."

……

A group of people are all licking each other.

At this time Zhou Kun suddenly looked around.

"Where did Ye Chen go?"

"Just now I saw that he seemed to have slipped out."

"Haha, it must be because I can't write poems and I'm afraid of being embarrassing, so I slipped away."

"Young people nowadays are too exaggerated."

Everyone guessed that Ye Chen left because he couldn't write poems.

In the toilet, Ye Chen was squatting with his mobile phone, looking at the poems that had been posted on the official website.

The poem of the president of Beihe University: "A full moon hangs in the sky, just like hanging in my heart. Wherever I go, wherever he goes, it shines on the earth and my heart..."

President of Nanhe University: "The full moon is as beautiful as a picture, and the moon cakes are round and round. Eat moon cakes and enjoy the full moon..."

At this point, netizens have already started voting.

Most of them are college students, and many of them vote for the principal of their own school.

Ye Chen returned to the auditorium after using the toilet, and heard several university presidents talking about him.

"Ye Chen is just a joke, he can write poetry."

"There are a few young people who can write poetry nowadays, and all the things left by our ancestors have been thrown away by these young people."

"That's right, it is estimated that the written things cannot be read."

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

I can't write poetry? I can't read what I wrote?

Ye Chen just didn't believe it yet.

I have three hundred Tang poems, how can I not compare to you?

Ye Chen originally wanted to write a song, but found that there was no signal here.

never mind!

Anyway, even if he won the first prize, he was just pretending to be aggressive, and with these principals, Ye Chen really didn't bother to pretend to be aggressive with them.

Ye Chen was too lazy to type, so he gave up writing poetry.

After half an hour, it entered the formal part of the fraternity.

On the stage, a beautiful host came on stage and said with a smile: "Hello, principals, welcome to Shanghai. The theme of our fraternity today is poetry. I just saw the poems written by the principals in the background. It’s very exciting, and now we invite the top ten principals in the voting session to come on stage.”

Shen Qiang was the first to take the stage, he smiled and said: "Hello, all the principals, since I am the host, I will make a fool of myself first."

"The moon shines in all directions, wraps the earth in silver, the moon's shadow floats in the water, and the breeze caresses the willow branches..."

Shen Qiang's poems immediately won bursts of applause.

"Principal Shen's poems are so beautiful."

"Yeah, I wrote the artistic conception of the moon to the fullest."

"What a fine poem."

Hearing everyone's flattery, Shen Qiang had a happy face, clasped his fists, and stepped down from the stage.

Zhou Kun couldn't help but said: "Principal Shen, your poems are becoming more and more profound."

Shen Qiang said modestly: "Where, Mr. Zhou's poems have the style of everyone."

Then several principals came to power.

Finally, Zhou Kun came to the stage amidst a burst of applause.

Zhou Kun, known as the Little Poem Saint.

He even has his own poetry collection.

In the voting now, Zhou Kun's poems are also ranked No.1.

Zhou Kun cleared his throat after taking the stage, and then began to recite poems.

"The full moon rises from Nanshan, amidst the mist and mist. The long wind caresses thousands of miles, and the moon hangs on the Yumen Pass..."

Upon hearing Zhou Kun's poem, there was thunderous applause at the scene.

"As expected of Principal Zhou, the poems he wrote are amazing."

"Surely No.1."

Everyone was shocked by Zhou Kun's poem, it was really well written.

The host also came to the stage: "Mr. Zhou's poems are really wonderful, and the artistic conception of the poems is really beautiful."

Zhou Kun smiled lightly: "I just wrote it casually, it's very ordinary."

"You are so good at writing casually, Principal Zhou is too good."

At this time, the comments in the live broadcast room also became popular.

"Our Principal Zhou is awesome."

"I think who else wrote this poem?"

"That's right, this is the foundation of a century-old prestigious school, much better than that Star University."

Seeing someone criticizing Xingchen University, the students watching the live broadcast of Xingchen University were not happy.

"What happened to our Star University? A century-old school is awesome, and the times are progressive."

"As for the poems written by the principal of your Star University, I don't think there are any poems outside the top [-]. It's obvious that you can't write them."

The students of Star University were suddenly speechless.

They searched through the rankings and did not see the poem written by Ye Chen.

Zhou Kun is still talking eloquently at this time.

"The presidents of some of our universities don't pay much attention to traditional culture and always like to take advantage of opportunities. I also advise such young people to read more about our Chinese culture and add more of their own cultural heritage. Don't think that they are proud of themselves for a while. .”

Ye Chen was speechless.

Damn, I provoked you, this is obviously aimed at myself.

The principals at the scene were all in their 40s, and Ye Chen was the only young man in his 20s, which was too directional.

After hearing Zhou Kun's words, the students of Star University quit.

"What does the president of Jiangsu and Zhejiang University mean?"

"That's right, don't you just know how to write a few poems?"

"This is a live broadcast. Isn't it a bit too much to speak openly about the principal?"

Many students of Xingchen University couldn't stand it anymore and were filled with righteous indignation.

However, Ye Chen was indeed not on the list, so they were angry but had no way to refute.

It can be said that Zhou Kun is very ruthless, he just wants to clean up Ye Chen on such an occasion.

You stole my five elites, and what the hell knocked our Jiangsu-Zhejiang University down from the top three? How can I make you feel comfortable?

Ye Chen also narrowed his eyes slightly, if the tiger doesn't show his power, you'll think I'm a hellokitty. "

At this time, Shen Qiang from Shanghai Metropolitan University also echoed: "Yes, Chinese studies are our quintessence, some of our principals, especially some young principals should learn more about inheriting culture, they can't even write a poem , I really can’t take it out.”

The two sang together, and although they didn't call their names, everyone could tell that they were talking about Ye Chen.

Many people understand the intentions of the two people, and some people can't see it.

Chen Mu stood beside Ye Chen and said, "Literati like Xiaoye and the others are like this, don't be angry."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "I'm fine, since they want me to make a poem, then I'll make one for them."

With that said, Ye Chen walked towards the stage.

Chen Mu didn't stop at once: "Ye Chen, don't be impulsive."

After all, Ye Chen is the business card of Shanghai University. If he wrote a poem on stage with a smile on the spur of the moment, it would be too embarrassing. "

(End of this chapter)