The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 163 Long Aotian: Brother Yang 666!

Seeing the number of people answering the question, Kong Meng suddenly understood why Long Aotian rushed up first.

Because it was a knockout round, the team scoring first in the first round would definitely be the target of public criticism.

If you grab the title yourself, maybe you will be collectively targeted by other teams.

Even if they don't target them, there won't be too many teams who are willing to write poems along with them.

This will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of their promotion.

What Kong Meng didn't expect was that Long Aotian could perfectly solve such a problem that caused him such a headache after only going on stage once.

As expected, he is the student with the most ghost ideas in Class 1 ([-]) of Zhiyuan High School.

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "In this case, let's look at the specific content of the first poem.

Poem Title—Home, please write a poem about home. "

What?That's it?
After reading the questions, the contestants who chose to answer the questions just now had excited faces, while those who did not answer the questions all looked depressed.

Not for anything else, it is really too simple to ask this question.

As for the poems about home, don’t practice too much, okay?

Copying a random song and getting a high score is not a problem at all.

According to regulations, this competition requires contestants to write poems on the spot, but it is not absolute.

As long as your previous poems have not been published publicly, you can take them over and use them.

In fact, this kind of composition-related competition can be played in this way.

It's a pity that most of the questions are designed to prevent this from happening, and they usually choose some more biased questions to eliminate them.

It's just that these people have completely forgotten that such a poem with a wide range of meanings is easy to copy by yourself, and it will only be easier for others to copy.

When Zhang Yue started shouting, everyone was busy with their tablets.

Because almost none of them were created on the spot by themselves, all contestants quickly entered the poems, and then clicked OK.

"Brother Yang's poems are really good. He deserves to be the number one in last year's poetry contest, amazing 666!"

Long Aotian's speed was the fastest, he was almost on the front and back, he became idle, and then gave a thumbs up to Yang Ziwen who was also finished next to him.

That's right, Han Qingyun's team is among the 18 teams selected for this question.

After being hit by Confucius and Mencius's [Ancient Chinese Union Association] membership, Han Qingyun was depressed at the time.

Later Li Yifu left in a hurry, and he and Confucius returned to the Art Auditorium, also depressed for a while.

However, Han Qingyun is worthy of being the top teacher of Siwei Middle School, and he quickly regained his fighting spirit:

What about becoming a member of the 【Academic League Association】?Today I will beat you on this stage and let you know who is the best teacher.

Hearing Long Aotian's praise, Yang Ziwen couldn't help asking: "Have you seen the poem I wrote?"

Long Aotian nodded his head as a matter of course, showing a "what do you think" expression.

Then he clasped his fists like an ancient chivalrous man and said: "Your poems are so well written, I dare say that they are definitely the best works in the world, all over the world, there is no one."

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Yang Ziwen not only showed no excitement, but lowered his head in shame.

It's not that Yang Ziwen is modest and low-key, but that the poem he wrote is not his own work, but Han Qingyun's.

Regarding the description of family, Yang Ziwen himself wrote a few poems. Although they were good, none of them could compare with Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun's poem was written by him recently, not many people know about it, and it fully meets the requirements of the poetry competition.

In fact, with Yang Ziwen's pride, under normal circumstances, he would not do such a thing.

But in the last session, Long Aotian's routine was too ruthless, Yang Xueba didn't see anything on the surface, but he had long wanted to avoid this guy in his heart.

Therefore, when he heard that Long Aotian was actually playing in this round, he rushed out immediately, and even played a little trick in order to win.

Now he really won, but Yang Ziwen didn't have the sense of accomplishment he imagined.

His voice became like an insect: "I wrote this poem before, and it has been polished many times before it reaches the current level. If I were to write poetry on the spot, the quality would definitely be much worse."

Because he didn't dare to tell the truth, Yang Ziwen could only find such an excuse to comfort himself.

But Long Aotian said: "Brother Yang's words are wrong, as the saying goes, it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.

So I think, no matter when you wrote the poem, or whether you wrote it yourself or not, as long as it can win, it is a good poem. "

"This...I..." Hearing the last sentence of the other party, Yang Ziwen thought that Long Aotian had seen through the truth of his copying of the poem, and his shy face turned white in an instant...

At this time Zhang Yue stood on the revolving stage again, he smiled and said: "Okay, time is up.

All contestants who participated in writing poems can now check their scores through the red button. "

bang bang bang...

After listening to Zhang Yue's words, 18 contestants pressed the button at the same time.

There is no accident, everyone's face is happy, except Long Aotian.

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "It seems that everyone's grades are good, student Long, I guess even if you win all of this question, it will be difficult to get too high a score."

Long Aotian shook his head and smiled wryly: "Mr. Zhang, I just hope that our team's basic points will not be deducted as a negative number because of me, so I will burn my incense. How dare I expect to win."

Zhang Yue was stunned: "Could it be that student Long has no confidence in himself?"

Long Aotian said: "It's not that I don't have confidence, but that I have already said before that your [Poetry Grading Tool]...it's not accurate!"

"Uh……"

Zhang Yue was choked and speechless.

Just now because of this matter, Long Aotian and McCarthy almost had a quarrel, and Ju Yiqing was tormented.

Zhang Yue was still rejoicing that he was not on stage at the time, but he didn't expect it to be his turn so soon.

"Ahem... Now I will announce that among all the teams who wrote poems with 1345, they have the highest score in poetry evaluation!"

Coughing twice, host Zhang chose to be the same as Ju Yiqing, ignoring Long Aotian directly:
"He is... classmate Yang Ziwen, with a score of 8.9, congratulations to Yang Ziwen, and to Siwei Middle School Teacher Han's team!"

clap clap clap...

Applause sounded, and everyone looked at Yang Xueba in admiration.

If he was the champion of last year's poetry competition, he would be the first if he just made a move. This is the real talent and strength!
After everyone calmed down, Zhang Yue began to read the scores of other players.

8.3, 8.1, 8.0, 8.0...

Unexpectedly, among the remaining 17 players, except for one with a score of 6.7, none of them scored less than 7. No wonder these players are so happy.

Zhang Yue finished reading one by one, then pointed to the big screen behind him and said: "Next, the big screen will display the poems of these 17 contestants, and everyone present can appreciate and comment, and then judge the accuracy of the [Poetry Scorer]. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of words appeared on the big screen, and the first one in the upper left corner was Yang Ziwen's poem.

"Home - My Concern"

"Home is a harbor,
is the paradise where every soul dwells,

……

Some say

home is a culture

Some say

Home is a good time
......"

Sixteen lines are eloquent, and the word "home" is vividly displayed in simple and meaningful language. No wonder it can get a high score of 8.9.

Only the four members of Han Qingyun's team were startled, but after a brief silence, no one said anything.

"Okay, the scores have been announced, and the poems have been read. Everyone must be very clear about whether it is good or bad. Next, I will announce the results of Long Aotian, a contestant of the contest team."

After hearing Han Qingyun's words, the other contestants immediately fell silent.

Rao is sure that they can win, but how much they will win is still unknown.

Just now Long Aotian's "Su Mu Zhe" was 5.9, and I don't know if it will be higher than this this time.

Some people have even started to calculate, according to 5.9, how many poems their team needs to write to advance to the top ten.

Zhang Yue said loudly: "The score of Long Aotian's "Lonely Looking for Flowers by the Riverside" is, uh... 9.5!"

(End of this chapter)