I'm just a system porter

Chapter 243
"……Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement……"

"The level can only be regarded as an upper-middle posture. If he appeared before Shen Wenming, maybe..." Tu Juxi thought to himself, and his thoughts were the same as most people.

"... Thirty years of fame and fame, eight thousand miles of roads and moons. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad..."

After the first paragraph was recited, the questioning voices in the audience were much quieter, especially the last sentence, "Don't wait for nothing, the boy's hair is white, empty and sad!" But it surprised many people.

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet fallen. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long chariot, trampling through the gap in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."

After a word was recited, the audience was completely silent.

After a long time, everyone heard someone applauding.

Looking for the sound, he saw Gu Danqing standing up excitedly, his old face was flushed, and he was clapping his hands fiercely to express his feelings.

Most of the people in the field do not have high cultural attainments, and it is difficult to distinguish good from bad in the face of masterpieces at this moment.

They only understand that Yang Yu's works are very good, but no one knows how good they are.

It wasn't until Gu Danqing applauded and congratulated everyone that they understood.

Immediately, Zhang Chaoyang and Tu Juxi also applauded, smiling and nodding.

Seeing this scene, how can others sit back and watch.

The factory manager applauded, and the others had to follow suit.

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause and constant cheers and cheers.

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Huan let out a sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell.

"Xiao Yu is not ashamed!" There was only one thought in Lu Huan's mind, and he had nothing else to ask for.

After walking on stage again, Lu Huan was no longer flustered, "Now let me invite the judges to announce Yang Yu's final score!"

The people who were in shock came back to their senses and looked at the three judges one after another.

Gu Danqing sat down first, picked up the pen directly, without thinking, wrote down a number, and then showed it to everyone.

Seeing the numbers on the scoring board, everyone was dumbfounded, and some couldn't believe their eyes.

With a trembling voice, Lu Huan read out the number on the scoreboard, "[-] points!"

"One hundred points?" Seeing this score, Shen Wenming secretly clenched his fists and looked at Gu Danqing with a sullen expression on his face.

However, after a while, Shen Wenming shook his head helplessly.

If it was someone else, Shen Wenming would definitely be dissatisfied, but the other party was Gu Danqing, an influential literary figure in Middle-earth.

Although Gu Danqing has an odd personality, he is known for his uprightness. Shen Wenming did not dare to question his scores.

"One hundred points!" Sitting beside Gu Danqing, Zhang Chaoyang felt helpless when he saw the score.

This old man has a weird temper and doesn't know how to deal with the world, so he turned his back on the customer here and stole Tu Juxi's limelight.

However, Zhang Chaoyang had his own way. He hurriedly wrote a number on the scoreboard and displayed it as well.

"99 points!" Lu Huan announced the score of the second judge, but anyone could hear that Lu Huan's voice was slightly low, not as excited as before.

"The current average score is 99.5 points, just tied with Shen Wenming, that is to say, the right to decide the final victory is in the hands of Tu Juxi!" Many people immediately saw the situation on the field clearly.

Naturally, Tu Juxi also saw the form clearly, but with a smile on his face, he looked at Zhang Chaoyang with a slightly approving gaze.

Giving the right to decide victory or defeat to the leader, Zhang Chaoyang is indeed a master of officialdom.

Tu Juxi slowly picked up the pen, and under the watchful eyes of the audience, wrote down a number.

"The third judge gave a score of 99.6!" Lu Huan hurriedly announced Tu Juxi's score.

"99.6 points, that is to say, Yang Yu defeated Shen Wenming by 0.1 points!" Faced with this result, everyone couldn't believe it.

Shen Wenming, a cutting-edge writer in the literary world and known as the sage of poetry, lost out to Yang Yu, a newcomer who had never published any works.

Many people can't understand it, but Yang Yu understands it.

Gu Danqing is the most professional judge on the field, he naturally knows that his work is better, and it is not unusual to score such a score.

As for Zhang Chaoyang, he is completely paddling. How many points he scores will not affect the outcome.

Tu Juxi is the result of the exchange of interests.

Tu Juxi naturally benefited from Lv Huan's acceptance of female workers from the Guancheng Textile Factory.

"I actually lost to Yang Yu!" Shen Wenming looked at Yang Yu in disbelief.

He never imagined that Yang Yu actually had the ability to construct literary works and use this ability to defeat himself.

When Lu Huan stepped off the stage, a group of people surrounded him and congratulated him.

"Director Lu, should you thank me?" Qin Wenyu was naturally not to be outdone, and squeezed to Lu Huan's side, clapping and saying.

"Thank you?" Lu Huan didn't react for a moment.

"Of course I have to thank me. None of you are optimistic about Xiaoyu. Only I have always supported Xiaoyu and let him take the stage under pressure. If Xiaoyu has no chance to take the stage, how do you know that he has literary talent?" Qin Wenyu said cheekily. At this moment, she had already forgotten how she answered Lu Huan's question a few minutes ago.

Lu Huan also hated Qin Wenyu's appearance, but at this moment, Lu Huan was in a good mood, but he didn't care about these things. Instead, he followed Qin Wenyu and said, "I should thank you for discovering Xiaoyu's literary talent!"

Lu Huan smiled like a flower, looking at his son on the stage, his heart was full of relief.

However, Lu Huan noticed that Yang Yu did not look at him, but instead stared in a certain direction under the stage.

Lu Huan followed Yang Yu's gaze, and saw Liu Shiyu, the No. [-] Flower of Jinxiu.

If it was a few days ago, Lu Huan would have been so happy to see the young couple showing such affection.

But now, knowing the relationship between Yang Yu and Si Xiaoyun, Lu Huan couldn't tolerate this kind of thing happening.

"Xiao Yu, you must not be sorry to Si Xiaoyun!" The mood that had just calmed down became tense again. Perhaps this was the mother who was always worrying about her children.

Liu Shiyu also looked at Yang Yu with admiration, although she told herself repeatedly in her heart that Yang Yu was no longer her boyfriend.

However, when hearing Yang Yu's works and seeing Yang Yu's success, Liu Shiyu was still very happy, a kind of happiness from the heart.

Suddenly, Yang Yu also looked at this side, his eyes met, a familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

Liu Shiyu smiled, it was a smile from the heart, full of sweetness, as if at the beginning of fate.

However, in the next second, Liu Shiyu thought of Si Xiaoyun and his current relationship with Yang Yu, and immediately put away his smile.

(End of this chapter)