The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 166 "Song of Snow" and the Vulnerabilities of the 【Poetry Scorer】
Glancing at McCarthy, Kong Meng shook his head and said, "Mr. Mai, if you want evidence about "Su Mu Zhe", I'm afraid you will be disappointed, because it will not be completed in a short time to prove the value of this poem. "

"Really? Does that mean there is no proof of death?"

McCarthy was about to say more, but was interrupted by Confucius and Mencius, "Although I can't prove "Su Muzhe", I can write a poem on the spot to prove the loopholes of the [Poetry Scorer]."

McCarthy: "..."

He suddenly discovered that this teacher Kong is much more crazy than Long Aotian, you said "Su Muzhe" is not good, so just write another poem on the spot?
How can you do this?

Can invent the [Poetry Scaler], McCarthy knows the difficulty of poetry creation better than anyone else.

If an author wants to write a similar poem, he has to think over and over again and carefully.

And no matter how good the poem is, it is difficult for the [Poetry Scorer] to misjudge it.

So in McCarthy's mind, the only poems that can make the [Poetry Scorer] fail are the kind of peerless poems that shake the world and weep ghosts and gods.

This thing has always been something that can’t be met, even if it’s not much in the 5000-year history of the great Huaguo, it turns out that Confucius and Mencius are so casual...

McCarthy said angrily: "Okay, then I will see today, what kind of good work can Mr. Kong make, which will make the [Poetry Grader] fail."

Confucius and Mencius only smiled lightly at the unfriendly attitude of this international friend.

He picked up the pen, put it down in less than a minute, and said, "This is the poem I wrote. How about asking Mr. Mai to make a judgment first?"

Zhang Yue next to him heard the words and hurriedly said hello to the staff of the event.

Soon, as soon as the revolving stage was lit, a five-character quatrain appeared on the big screen.

Not only McCarthy, but everyone in the Art Auditorium was also paying attention.

When Confucius and Mencius confronted McCarthy just now, they could clearly see the whole process.

At first, everyone felt that it was very irrational for Confucius and Mencius to fight McCarthy indiscriminately in order to protect his students.

But now seeing his confident appearance, he was very curious.

Could it be that he really has a way to find the [Poetry Scorer] loophole?
So when the poems on the big screen appeared, they immediately began to read them.

Not for anything else, just to see what kind of work it is that can make Confucius and Mencius so confident.

only……

puff--

When everyone thoroughly read the content of the poem, a mouthful of old blood spewed out.

Are you sure this is poetry?This thing is not much better than junk, right?
I saw the words on the big screen:

"Snow Wing"

Jiangshang is an abstract, Inoue is a black hole.

The yellow dog is white and the white dog is swollen.

Confucius asked McCarthy with a smile: "Mr. Mai, what do you think of this poem?"

The corner of McCarthy's mouth twitched: "...it's okay!"

It's not that McCarthy gave Confucius and Mencius face and deliberately left room for him.

It's that he really can't comment on the merits of this poem.

Because McCarthy has never seen such a work without any artistic quality since he was studying at Shuimu University.

Although Long Aotian's "Su Mu Zhe" just now doesn't make sense, the middle lines, like "Drinking a Thousand Cups of Drama" and "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go" are particularly magnificent.

So although he thought it was a mess, he didn't completely deny it.

But this one...

Who knows that Confucius and Mencius didn't have the slightest consciousness to write rubbish poems, he said with a smile: "If this poem is put in your [Poetry Score], how many points will you get?"

"This..." McCarthy thought for a while, but still shook his head honestly, "Mr. Kong, to be honest, I really can't say the specific score of this poem."

McCarthy's language was very subtle, but Confucius and Mencius still understood it. This poem was obviously despised by the other party!
But this matter was also within his expectation, he continued: "Then you might as well say a range, it doesn't need to be too precise, as long as you can express your evaluation of the quality of this poem!"

"Then...should not exceed 60, no, 50, I conclude that the score of this poem does not exceed 50, is that okay?"

After McCarthy finished speaking, Confucius and Mencius were still doing well, but the other audience were speechless.

By the way, this international friend is really polite. Confucius and Mencius have torn each other like this, and you still give such a high evaluation?

That's right, in everyone's eyes, the poem "Song Xue" is a piece of shit.

What is "yellow dog with white body and white dog with swollen body", can we not be so sloppy when we write poetry?
In particular, the phrase "one general", is this Nima a dialect, or is it a verb that is formed abruptly from a noun?
Anyway, if you ask everyone to evaluate it, let alone 50 or 40, it would be good to give 28 points (why 28?).

Confucius and Mencius nodded: "Okay, then according to what Mr. Mai said, you give this poem a score of 0 to 60. Chairman Zhang, please input this poem into the [Poetry Scaler] now."

Zhang Yue: "Huh? Oh, good!"

He didn't expect Kongmeng to be so polite to him. You must know that Zhang Yue was kicking the ball to Kongmeng just now.

Turning on the tablet computer, Zhang Yue's speed was very fast, and this short poem with only 20 characters was entered in a blink of an eye.

Finally, Zhang Yue clicked OK.

The next moment, Zhang Zhang felt as if he had seen a ghost, and exclaimed in surprise: "This...how is it possible?"

Everyone was wondering, but the next moment they also saw the reason on the big screen.

Because at the moment the two Arabic numerals on the big screen are particularly obvious: 93!

This is the [Poetry Scaler] score of "Song Xue"?
How can it be?

McCarthy was the most stunned. This foreign friend was stunned for about 30 seconds, then suddenly ran to Zhang Yue, pushed him away roughly, and recorded "Song Xue" again in person.

Soon, the big screen showed the score again: 93!

There is no problem with the machine.

McCarthy's whole body seemed to be dazed for an instant, muttering to himself, as if he had encountered the most unbelievable thing.

Zhang Yue next to him first tried to remind him in a low voice, but when he found it was fruitless, he had to pull his shoulder and shake it violently.

It took a long time for Mr. Mai to recover slowly.

But McCarthy didn't even look at Zhang Yue. He stood in front of Confucius and Mencius as quickly as possible: "Why is this so? Could it be that you have cast some magic on this poem?"

Kong Meng waved his hands quickly when he heard the words: "Mr. Mai, you must not count your words, I am the most normal normal person, how can I know some magic?
As for this poem, I think you should be able to understand it a little bit based on your understanding of poems and the working principle of the [Poetry Scorer], right? "

As he spoke, Confucius and Mencius explained: "If I guessed correctly, [Poetry Scorer] should evaluate poetry in two ways at the same time, one is rhythm and the other is artistic conception.

Anyone who knows a little about poetry in this poem "Song of Snow" can judge that its use of words is poor.

However, if you ignore the words and only look at the rhythm and artistic conception, do you feel that the rhyme is in harmony and the beauty is too beautiful? "

After finishing speaking, Confucius and Mencius stopped talking. He knew that McCarthy needed time to think and digest.

Five minutes later, McCarthy slapped his hands suddenly and shouted: "I see, it turned out to be like this."

As he spoke, he murmured: "No wonder when I invented the [Poetry Scorer], even though it was confirmed to be fine after thousands of tests, I still vaguely felt that something was missing. Hey, no matter how good this machine is, it still has a gap when compared with humans. what!"

Then he held Kongmeng's hand tightly and said sincerely, "Mr. Kong, thank you, thank you very much.

I didn't expect you to write a poem casually, and you actually solved my doubts that I couldn't figure out before. You are indeed the genius that Mr. Li likes! "

(End of this chapter)