Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

"I'm not afraid that No. 96 An Zhiruo is so proud. I give this poem the same rating as the previous one, giving it 120 points!"

After Su Yuqi finished speaking, the whole venue burst into warm cheers.

Originally, there were dozens of people scolding An Zhiruosu, saying that An Zhiruosu wrote poetry in three seconds, which is a complete insult to poetry.

But at this moment, all the scolding stopped abruptly, and was replaced by astonishingly unanimous cheers and exclamations.

A person with relatively low quality directly shouted out loudly: "An Zhi Ruo Su, awesome!"

It doesn't matter if you don't shout, the whole stadium is boiling in an instant.

"Be at peace with yourself, awesome!"

"Be safe, three-second hunk!"

"Three seconds to look at pictures and write poems, and to write such catchy poems, it's really too strong."

At the venue, Guo Sujin, who was sitting in the center, was in a dazed state.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers... This, this is An Zhiruo's poem? How could he write such a high-quality, level, and catchy poem."

"Could it be that the gunman that the program team found is so powerful? Why do I have a faint feeling that this may be another famous poem that can be passed down through the ages!"

Guo Sujin muttered to herself.

Ding dong.

The phone in Guo Sujin's hand rang, and he looked down, and a fan tweeted him on Weibo.

Immediately afterwards, one fan after another liked him and posted comments on his Weibo.

"Poet Guo, isn't this An Zhiruosu a dummy hired by the program group? Why did he write two such good poems in a row?"

"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers. Poet Guo, can you write us such a catchy poem."

"Poet Guo, we are waiting to see An Zhiruosu's good show, why did we wait for such a classic song "Mountain Journey"?"

Various comments appeared under his Weibo. Although there was no foul language in each comment, each comment was full of irony.

Guo Sujin was taken aback.

Shouldn't An Zhiruosu be a dummy invited by the program group?

Why is this calm, so fierce! ?

Faced with sarcastic private messages and replies from one person after another, Guo Sujin pretended to be stupid, and then silently deleted the previous Weibo, as if to prove that he had done nothing.

The show is still going on.

After the three tutors finished their assessments, Qi Fang looked in amazement at An Zhiruosu under the pale yellow beam of light, and trembling was written on her beautiful face.

"Just now our three instructors have all scored, one hundred, one hundred one and one hundred two respectively, and the average score of the three is one hundred one."

"Player No. 96 is at ease, I'm very curious about how you did it."

"The card has just been flipped for three seconds, and I don't think most people have even had time to analyze the picture, but you've made the poem."

"And also made catchy but still fresh poems such as 'Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers'. Can you share with everyone, how did you do it? "

Now Qi Fang has realized that this No. 96 player is a truly super capable player.

Facing such a player, Qi Fang even spoke with respect.

However, no matter how respectful and friendly she was, what faced her was still the black mask and the pair of watery eyes on the black mask.

An Zhiruosu still didn't answer her.

After a stalemate for three or four seconds, Qi Fang smiled awkwardly, and joked with hundreds of thousands of spectators: "Our No. 96 contestant is as calm as he is, and he is good everywhere, but he is just too cold."

"You see, a beautiful woman like me ignores me again and again when she asks him questions."

After relieving herself of the embarrassment, Qi Fang began to announce the results of the second round of competition.

"However, high-coldness belongs to high-coldness, but here I still want to congratulate No. 96 player An Zhiruosu, who successfully won the game with an excellent score of 110 points in the second round of PK, overwhelming Le Dongsheng!"

"There are three rounds of competition in the finals. In the first round, Ledongsheng narrowly won with four points; in the second round, An Zhiruo won with twenty points!"

"Next will usher in the third round of the finals."

"Will Le Dongsheng win, or An Zhiruo Su?"

"Come back right after the ad, let's wait and see!"

The lights on the stage were temporarily turned off, and everyone entered a state of rest.

TVs also went into a short commercial break.

On the stage, Professor Van der Li's wrinkled face was flushed.

"It's too strong, too strong. This An Zhiruosu made "Mountain Journey" in just three seconds after seeing the picture, and wrote a popular line like "Stop and sit in love with Fenglin at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers" poetry."

"A poetry conference, having a happy and moving life is enough to shock, and now there is another one who is at ease..."

Van der Li felt no shame.

Although there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, and often capable literati do demean each other.

But the literati look down on each other, that is when the two people are at the same level!

Now Fan Deli miraculously discovered that he and An Zhiruosu were not at the same level at all, let alone a literati.

Standing beside Van der Li was Le Dongsheng who was also wearing a black coat and a black mask, his eyes were full of tension, and a kind of unwillingness to fail when he was about to succeed.

Taking advantage of the break in the show, Le Dongsheng walked up to An Zhiruosu, and he said in a childish and trembling voice: "One million, is it okay to give up the game?"

Chapter 32

Le Dongsheng asked in a childish and trembling voice: "100 million, is it okay to give up the game?"

An Zhiruosu didn't answer, and didn't even look at him.

Le Dongsheng is a little anxious: "200 million... 300 million! No, you can say the number, you just need to give up an ordinary champion of the poetry competition, 300 million is very high."

There was still silence to greet him.

Le Dongsheng looked into An Zhiruosu's eyes and found that the latter's eyes were as unwavering as an ancient well.

"Why doesn't his eyes have a little emotional fluctuation, whether it is money or the honor of winning this game, is it irrelevant to An Zhiruosu?" Le Dongsheng thought in his heart.