Rebirth Entertainment: The national goddess is lying on my bed at the beginning

"I'm curious why Wen Feng is targeting you, right?"

Fu Liheng pulled Lin Tian behind and whispered to him.

Lin Tian shook his head in confusion, "I have never been in contact with him before."

"He and Zhou Yinhui are good friends. Also, he has been involved in too many camps in recent years and has been trying to squeeze Lu Yao out. As for the rest, I don't know."

Lin Tian suddenly realized, "Thank you, Teacher Fu, for reminding me."

Fu Liheng smiled and said nothing more.

The Chinese Poetry Exchange Conference is held every year and is broadcast live online.

In previous years, only many students, teachers and people who like poetry participated, but this year's conference, thanks to Lin Tian's relationship, the live broadcast room reached nearly 3000 million people.

This data does not seem to be as large as the variety shows or live broadcasts that Lin Tian participated in before, but it is not bad to know that the poetry conference in previous years could have hundreds of thousands of viewers. The peak year only exceeded one million. It can be seen from this Lin Tian's current fame and traffic.

The scholars at the scene also saw the crazy crowd in the live broadcast room, which made many people even more bitter towards young Lin Tian. They had worked hard all their lives to study, but they were not as good as a few songs and poems by young stars. This It makes them feel angry and secretly gearing up. They must perform well today and let netizens see the level of these real literary masters.

The conference began with Luyao speaking first, introducing the overall situation of Chinese poetry and suggestions for its promotion.Immediately afterwards, several well-known scholars spoke.

It was Wen Feng's turn to speak on stage. After Wen Feng said a lot of clichés, the topic changed:

"Poetry is a traditional Chinese culture with a long history and rich connotation. It requires long-term study of knowledge, rather than being arrogant and complacent when you occasionally have good works. Especially some young people, even those who are not engaged in academic research, need to know how to be self-effacing, self-reflective, and respect their teachers. Pay attention to the Tao, learn more from your predecessors, instead of thinking that the world is in your hands once you are proud, there are too many lessons from these people in history."

As soon as Wen Feng said this, the venue was in an uproar, and most people couldn't help but look at Lin Tian.

Luyao, Fu Liheng and others all looked extremely ugly, but they could not interrupt others' speeches for no reason. Lin Tian's eyes flashed with a cold light, but he still sat there calmly.

It’s just that netizens are not calm anymore.

"Damn it, who is this man?"

"Isn't this an obvious connotation for our Lin Tiandao? Does he have the qualifications?"

"Vice Chairman of the Chinese Literary Association, do you think I am qualified?"

"Is this the so-called scholar nowadays? I don't think young people are better than him."

"The Chinese Literary Association is rubbish. If everyone has this kind of mind and level, then our Chinese literature will perish."

"What they said is right, the literary circle values ​​respect for teachers and ethics."

"Then you have to act like a teacher. Does this so-called vice chairman have the qualifications?"

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Netizens were quarreling, but Wen Feng on the stage was obviously extremely proud: I can speak here to ridicule you, but you, Lin Tian, ​​just can't do it. Not only can't you do it, you also have to listen carefully.

After Wen Feng finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Tian proudly and walked back to his seat.

Lu Yao walked up to the stage and continued to host, "Vice Chairman Wen's speech just now was a bit one-sided. Poetry and even literature have always had their own paths and strengths. It is necessary to persist in learning, and it is also necessary to respect teachers, but it is more important. What is more important is that one has a clear conscience, and literature is also an expression of the soul. If the heart is pure and the energy is upright, the writing style will naturally flourish."

Luyao ignored Wen Feng's displeased gaze and presided over it by herself, "Next, is the most important part of our poetry conference. The first is poetry exchange. Everyone here can display some of their outstanding poetry in recent years. , let everyone evaluate it.”

To put it bluntly, this part of the annual poetry conference is for some scholars or famous poets to come up with some new poems they have written this year that they think are better. Status also has great benefits.

At that moment, several scholars raised their hands, and Luyao called their names one by one, and took turns to go on stage to present.

Lin Tian listened and watched below. Some people's poems were pretty good.

"You don't want to show your poems? I guess Wen Feng will let you do it too." Fu Liheng sat next to Lin Tian and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I'll get up there, just wait and see."

"Oh." Seeing Lin Tian's calm look, Fu Liheng said nothing more.

The exchange lasted for half an hour, including Wen Feng who also went up to show a poem, which quoted Zhuang Ziwen, a famous ancient Chinese philosopher. This was one of the poems he racked his brains to prepare for this conference, which is In order to reverse the unfavorable situation of not having good works for several years.

Wen Feng's poems were also of high quality and had been praised by many scholars. This made him even more proud. He couldn't help but look at Lin Tian provocatively and took the microphone.

"Teacher Lin Tian has become extremely famous recently. How about we also welcome Teacher Lin Tian to show us his masterpieces?"

Literary people are indifferent to each other. Basically, most of the people here have no friendship with Lin Tian. In addition, everyone is also curious about whether Lin Tian has any good works after creating several classics before. This can also show the level of Lin Tian's poetry. If the previous works were inspired by chance, he is still as talented and a poet as said on the Internet.

Lin Tian was not annoyed by Wen Feng's provocation and said calmly, "Vice Chairman Wen should continue. Why, do you just want to sing like that?"

Wen Feng was not angry, "Of course I have more than one poem, but as a senior, I naturally know how to give young people opportunities. Why don't you come up? Have you not prepared any poems?"

"The more I look at it, the more I want to hit someone."

"This Wenfeng simply doesn't have any scholarly qualities."

"It's such a disgrace, you're so polite."

"Jealousy written all over your face, as if others can't see it."

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At this time, there were nearly 4000 million people in the live broadcast room, and the barrage was dense. Luyao was excited and worried at the same time. The current situation was afraid of causing trouble, which would end badly.

Lin Tian was still calm at this time. It was almost done and he slowly walked up to the podium, "Vice Chairman Wen, I am a young man. I speak more straightforwardly and sometimes the poems I write are more straightforward. I hope you don't mind."

Wen Feng thought that Lin Tian did not have any prepared poems, so he surrendered to him in advance. He was overjoyed, but he said kindly on the surface, "Of course I won't mind. After all, young people are not good enough, and it is normal for them to have flaws. As seniors, we are so humble." There are still some.”

Lin Tian smiled and said, "That's good, my poem will be called Untitled."

Just listen to Lin Tian holding the microphone and reciting loudly:

"Who is this person who writes for no reason, and writes Nanhua Zhuangzi's essays? He does not regret his own lack of knowledge, but he slanders others with ugly words."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked.