The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Sammy Fox looked frustrated.

The bad water in the stomach was not sprinkled yet, and it was swallowed alive again.

Damn, is this the benefit of looking good?

It's unimaginable!

Maybe... it's not that the imagination is not enough, but the beauty is not enough?

Woohoo, a world full of Yangou is really disappointing.

......

An Sanji stood alone in the corridor and smiled: "Dongda Art has poached a beautiful boy."

But he has never been interested in this kind of beautiful boy, but the talented boys in Waseda are more attractive to him.

Ansanji shrugged and continued walking.

No, take another look.

Then he looked back again.

Hmm, it does look good.

Then keep walking.

Take another look?

Forget it, it's a bit outrageous.

This man is talking to his own heart.

......

On the super stage, Yu Xianzhi did not come up with a speech.

This behavior made Chairman Fuze Kexiong's face change instantly, and his tone sank: "Didn't you prepare a speech for him?"

Zeye and Shu spread out their hands: "It's ready, but it looks like he doesn't want to use it."

Chairman Fukuzawa Kexiong's face darkened, but he was patted on the shoulder by Zeye and Shu with a smile: "There is no need to panic, think about it, has this child disappointed us so far?"

Is there?

It seems there really isn't.

Chairman Fuze Kexiong breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly let go of his hanging heart.

He suddenly remembered that theatrical performance, and Yu Xianzhisheng was the same at that time. He didn't care about ridicule or other people's doubts. He just took out the bottle from his schoolbag and surprised everyone.

At this moment, just at that moment!

The old man couldn't help but get emotional, and waved his clenched fists: "Yubao rush for me!"

......

Yu Xianzhi kept his pace, and stared at the auditorium where the lights and signs gathered into the sea. There were people everywhere. Nearly ten meters away, there were Tokyo's top stars sitting in town.

Of course, there are countless audiences watching the opening ceremony tonight. Some of these audiences are alone, some are happy as a family, and Xuezi should be among them.

Thinking of Xuezi, his smile became brighter.

The heartstrings of countless audiences who saw this smile moved slightly.

It's been a long time since I stood on such a giant stage.

Under the searchlight, Yu Xianzhisheng closed his eyes, and then slowly stretched out his hands.

Thousands of thoughts are spinning in my mind.

The memory turns over page after page, page after page of youthful absurdity.

The chest cavity, eyes, and blood vessels are all hot blood. A drop of it can burn the entire plain, and the fire on the plain can converge into a river, which can burn down a dark world.

Facing the audience in Tokyo, he stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to lift up Tokyo under the rainstorm.

Poems and songs, the marriage between China and the West, have been passed down for thousands of years from ancient times to the present.

It seems that I heard the echo of the wheel of history, and the torrential rain in Tokyo seemed to stop abruptly.

His hands were slightly up again.

The joy of all nations, the glorious prestige, the breath that spans the ages, cannot be washed away.

Tokyo was like a trembling beast, silent in the stagnant rain.

Is this enough?

No.

And the stars shining in the human world fell into his eyes one by one.

Tokyo is like a piece of old paper that has been punctured, and the sky and the torrential rain are going upstream to subvert the world.

How else can you lose?

Yu Xianzhisheng opened his eyes and smiled at the crowd under the night.

As soon as the embroidery mouth comes out, it is half a prosperous world.

"Thousands of bright moons, the sky is like water, it is the festive season in the world. The cherry blossoms are full of smiles in the spring, and the candlesticks are listed. To and from Qiluo, the clamor of flute and drums, Dadan has never stopped."

This is a compliment to the Starlight Awards.

then.

"When a young man is here, the scenery is truly extraordinary."

It's a hug for yourself.

His voice is very nice, as clear as rain and snow, and the poems come from his voice. I don't know if it is the sound that makes the words, or the words raise the voice again, and finally they come together and become sincere emotions.

The hall was silent for a while.

There is probably only one person in a thousand who understands this song at the scene. After all, every fan cannot be required to be highly educated, but everyone who can understand it is a big shot. They don’t say they know the present and ancient times, but they also He has a deep knowledge of poetry and poetry.

The world is no stranger to poetry culture, but is obsessed with it.

Especially at the beginning of the ancient century, the culture of poetry was introduced to Japan with the eminent monks of Purdue, and promoted the creation of "Manyo Kana" with Chinese characters, thus triggering the craze of Waka haiku.

To this day, elementary school textbooks are all about poetry appreciation and analysis in this world, until high school, and universities also specialize in the study of ancient poetry.

Those who didn't understand Yu Xianzhisheng's words did not affect the flat rhythm and the surprise it brought to them.

If you understand it, the shock will be even stronger.

The shangque of this poem refers to the unparalleled spectacle tonight, as well as the words “Thousands of Bright Moons” and “Festivals in the World”, and the list of flower candles refers to the audience who are watching the program in front of the TV. Among them, not only It is the Japanese audience, as well as foreign audiences, especially family members from the hometown of poetry.

This is his careful thought, through the Tokyo media, say hello in the air, and get familiar with it first. Although it is in Japanese, the broadcast station will be equipped with special real-time translators, and he is not worried that they will not understand.

The word "Qiluo" refers to the female stars under the stage. The word "Qiluo" refers specifically to ladies and beauties. The female stars who understood all smiled and looked at each other, applauded, and greeted those on the stage. The teenage is overjoyed.

As for the loud flute and drums, why did Dadan take a break? He is holding the stage for the Starlight Awards. Such a good stage will not stop until morning, right? The people in the TV station immediately understood the meaning and nodded in appreciation. Even the staff behind the scenes felt that they were all honored and their hard work was not in vain.

Never seen such a gauntlet.

He was kind, even bragging, and he was happy both on and off the stage.

It's like when everyone was carrying guns and ready to kill, this gentle and beautiful teenager took out a few doves of peace from his crotch and said that everyone should stop fighting and killing, let's let the doves of peace fly, and let the melody of happiness hover around. The blue sky, let the happiness of being born resound throughout the world, I hope you are well, I am well, and everyone is well.

Then the conversation changed: 'When the young man is here, the scenery is really unique. ’, which probably means that after the pigeons are released, you enjoy the peace, then I will take the champion away!

That's right, the last sentence of this poem is about himself.

The front is all foreshadowing.

But it just makes people not angry, after all, he even praised me!

Looking at the lively and cheerful hall, Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled.

The faults in this world culture are being made up by the world in his hands, like the bridge of magpies where the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, and the overwhelming magpies collide and meet in the Milky Way.

Five thousand years of culture, just take a hundred years, can shock your mother for a lifetime.

This is the cultural self-confidence that cannot be washed away no matter which world you live in.

An Sanji's mouth curved slightly: "It's interesting."

Different from pretentiousness, different from sarcasm and sarcasm, this poem is far superior to the beginning of the gauntlet speeches of the previous two colleges, both in terms of rhetoric and intention, and has a sense of grandeur.

Can't help but look forward to the text of his subsequent speech.

Is there? Of course there is!

If we talk about the enthusiasm of young people and the propaganda of momentum, it can only be this song!

After a few seconds of pause, Yu Xian Zhisheng on the super stage continued.

He smiled, stretched out his hand vigorously, and loudly expressed the pride in his heart. It was the rising red sun, which was about to illuminate the grand light of this dark age:

"The red sun is rising, and its path is bright."

"The river flows out and flows into the ocean."

"Dive into the abyss, scales and claws fly."

"The Whispering Valley of the Tiger, the beasts are terrified."

......

"Milk Tiger Howling Valley, all the beasts tremble?"

An Sanji was stunned and muttered to himself.

This is a hundred times more arrogant than the poem just now!

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hall, like the air current in the deep valley, flying upward all the time, blowing An Sanji's hair, he quietly looked at the young man on the stage, his eyes like torches.

......

"The eagle and falcon test its wings, and the wind and dust sucks."

"Qihua's first child, the squatting emperor."

"The gossip will make his hair, and he will make his own light."

"The sky wears its blue, and the earth walks its yellow."

"Even though there are thousands of times, there are eight wastes."

"The future is like the sea, and the future is long in Japan."

His voice carried the aura of arrogance and sternness, the majesty of the Pinggu Eight Wildernesses, rising step by step, shaking all the way.

Another momentary pause.

Give the audience some time to breathe.

Yu Xian Zhisheng looked around the crowd, and the confidence in the corner of his mouth was still blooming violently:

"Splendid mountains and rivers, my backbone."

"Heaven, earth and firmament, measure step by step."

"This is a young man of my generation, who is not happy when he sees the spring breeze, not annoying when he sees summer insects, not sad when he sees the autumn wind, not sighing when he sees winter snow, who is too lazy to answer when he sees wealth and wealth, and who is willing to step forward when he sees injustice."

"This is the young man of my generation, whose heart is like a scorching sun, shining brightly."

Whether you want to create gods has nothing to do with me;

All I want is a championship, and more than one;

All the roads that can reach the top, I will walk for the world to see;

I don't care what kind of hardships will happen along the way;

Yu Xianzhi patted the microphone and kept his lips close, as if many years ago, he was standing in the highest place in the examination room, watching the boys and girls with dreams under the rainstorm.

At that time, his heart kept saying something to himself.

This sentence supported him for a long time, made him survive the pain and confusion, and let him go up with blood and grit his teeth to climb the most dazzling throne.

Life cannot step into the same river.

Whether it is life or the river, it is already different.

But the boy is still the same boy.

Young and absurd, young and frivolous.

Nothing bad, just cool.

So he said again: "My generation is unruly young officials, and I don't believe in ghosts or gods. From now on, my generation will cut off the dragon's head and chew the dragon's meat, so that it will not be able to return to the morning or fall at night."

"thank you all."

This is a blood oath.

The National Arena fell into silence, and was then overturned by the chaotic noise.

In just a few hundred words, the blood is surging and the atmosphere is magnificent.

He told the young man's bravery and full of arrogance.

This time, I understood everything that should be understood, and the crowd erupted into a commotion. No one thought that the teenager on the stage would give a speech in the form of a poem and a short song, and the content of the speech could be called an explosion!

Whether it is the lyricism of the spirit of the gods in Keio's private school, or the neurosis of Mihu Mori in Waseda College, the speech given by this young man under Todai Art is far superior to the former two.

This has raised the status of the entire game! Exciting to hear!

Too fierce!

Yu Xianzhi, who was standing on the stage, smiled faintly.

The familiar cheers are back, just as they were back then.

But in this life, he has had too many things he never dared to imagine.

family, companions...

And those who support themselves behind their backs.

He was very grateful.

Miyamoto Yukiko's white color is the sun in his barren world, and the people around him bring him the fragrance of birds and flowers.

He felt really beautiful, not lonely at all.

Sawano and Shu laughed, stood up and applauded vigorously, and Chairman Fukuzawa Koshio also stood up and laughed happily.

Even Sen Meihua, who has always been calm, stood up and sent applause.

Needless to say, Kuroki Hitomi and the others were already excited.

Twenty people participating in the competition under Dongda Art also cast envious glances.

A speech of this level will surely gain a lot of attention, and the words that come out of his mouth will also be engraved in people's hearts.

Really arrogant.

But it makes people have to obey.

After all, the speech is so well written.

The leaders of the ten major academies were all silent, with different expressions.

The teenagers and girls behind them had bright eyes.

Xiaoxun Nagisa's best friend group was crazy happy, pulling the others in the audience, bouncing at the stage, and loudly saying that it is my treasure, how come my treasure is very good!

Yu Xianzhi bowed politely and planned to walk off the stage, but was stopped by the host who walked up quickly.

"Wait a minute, classmate Yu Xian, here's another question." The hostess said with a smile.

still have a question?

Why didn't the first two colleges have this link?

Yu Xianzhisheng was confused, his face remained unchanged, and nodded: "Please tell me."

The hostess still had a smile on her face. This part was added temporarily. The TV station just sent it to her through the headset, saying that the directors of the four major entertainment consortia in Japan were very interested in this child, so I wanted to ask him a question.

Facing the audience at the scene, the hostess picked up the prompt card in her hand: "Excuse me, classmate Yu Xian, what kind of art do you think is good?"

After all, UU reading www. uukanshu.com She smiled and looked down at the boy in front of her.

This question is not difficult.

But for the current state of the entertainment industry in Japan, the question of 'what is good art' contains many meanings. It is a question of standing in line, either here or there.

There are some stars under the stage, their faces are stagnant, this kind of thing is usually not said on the surface, after all, isn't it all for that? Money, power, status, honor, etc., you make it difficult for a child to explain.

After all, we all know that some things cannot be said clearly...

This kid has just made a blood-burning oath, and everyone is boiling. If his answer is too explicit, wouldn't it be a foil for those consortiums who just want to make money!

This is tricking me...

Yu Xian Zhisheng thought to himself.

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