Suddenly, all kinds of pointing eyes on the scene fell on Zhuang Yan,

All kinds of talk are coming.

Zhuang Yan didn't take these comments to heart.

It's just that he really feels that this Xiang Qinyu's face at this time is really underbeaten!

To everyone's surprise,

Zhuang Yan was not annoyed,

Instead, it evoked a smile,

Squinting his eyes slightly, he said lightly,

"Oh, you know again?"

"What about limericks?

"You suspect that I copied it, and you have the ability to copy one!"

As soon as these words came out,

Everyone was stunned for a moment,

Even the slightly angry expression on Wang Sheng's face, who was standing aside, was stunned,

The next second,

His hands were clenched into fists,

cough cough twice,

Hold back a smile.

The crowd of onlookers were stunned,

Zhuang Yan, this is too arrogant!

But why do they feel a little cool?

Zhuang Yan still looked smiling,

You say that this is a limerick?

Then you make a look at it,

The limerick poems made by the master will beat you.

After realizing another meaning of this statement,

Many of the onlookers at the scene covered their mouths and laughed quietly.

Xiang Qinyu was stunned for half a minute before he reacted,

The next second,

Xiang Qinyu's face turned pale.

He didn't expect Zhuang Yan's choking kung fu to be so profound.

"Oh, just ants, I'm too lazy to bother with you. ”

"You know if it's copied or not!"

Zhuang Yan still smiled,

"It's none of your business to copy it, anyway, even if you copy it, you may not be able to copy it. ”

"As for whether I have a count in my heart, it's none of your business,"

"Now, you should have a little bit in mind. ”

Xiang Qinyu's expression on his face froze,

"What?"

"I said, if you get in the way of the master's eyes again, believe it or not, the master beat you until your father doesn't know you?"

Zhuang Yan squinted,

He also showed his fist the size of a punching bag.

Xiang Qinyu swallowed his saliva,

looked at Zhuang Yan's expression again, not like he was joking,

He felt a little empty in his heart.

In his eyes, Zhuang Yan is a rough man,

Maybe you can do anything,

Think about your rib-like body.....

"Humph!"

"A rough man!"

"I'll wait to see you lose face on stage!"

After saying that, he slipped away.

"Poof!"

A small laugh rang out from the scene.

"Cut. ”

Zhuang Yan snorted disdainfully.

"I'm really born this year, and I always come across this kind of stupid melon who loves to give away people's heads. ”

"Master, it is recommended to wear red underwear in the natal year. ”

“..... I think it's okay to consider. ”

Wang Sheng also smiled,

He didn't expect Zhuang Yan to be a public figure,

The character is so rigid,

But this trick,

It really works against such people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare, the show is ready to begin. ”

Four o'clock in the afternoon,

The special program of the 37th Chinese Poetry Conference began,

The whole program adopts a nationwide live broadcast method.

This guarantees the authenticity of the show.

After the host's speech and the applause of the audience,

Five contestants took the stage one after another,

The first is Xiang Qinyu,

The second is Liu Yuyu,

The third is Wang Sheng,

The fourth is Qiao Zhi,

The last one is Zhuang Yan.

All five players came on the field together,

There was another round of vigorous applause from the audience.

At this time, I saw Zhuang Yan,

The discussion in the audience also rose,

"I'm not mistaken, is that Zhuang Yan?"

"That's right, it's true, it's the first time I've seen it!"

"A singer is coming to a poetry contest, isn't it?"

"Cut, singers must not be able to write poems? Maybe people really have the strength?"

"I didn't expect Zhuang Yan to go to the poetry conference! Can I go and ask for an autograph later?"

Expected suspicion.

"Welcome to the audience and friends in front of the TV!

"Welcome to the special program of the 37th Poetry Conference!"

"I'm the host of this game!"

"The rules of today's game are different from the past....."

The moderator introduced the rules,

Then it's the judges' turn.

The judges this time are all big names,

especially

In this phase of the competition,

Cui Cailiang, the current president of the Poetry Association, also arrived at the scene.

sat in the c seat of the judges' seat,

This "old" looking guy,

A look full of energy.

The other four are all respected ten-year mentors of the Poetry Association.

All of them looked at the five young people on the stage with smiling faces.

After the host's introduction,

Cui Cailiang touched his mustache and smiled,

"This time, the young people don't look easy!"

A judge next to him chimed in,

"Yes, especially Old Man Wang's eldest son, look at that demeanor, he doesn't lose his father at all!"

"What's more! Old man Wang's eldest son is amazing, and his comprehension of poetry is also very deep!

"Hahaha! That Xiang Qinyu Xiaosheng is also very good, these two young people are popular candidates for the special program of our poetry conference this year!"

"But that young man Zhuang seems to be a little raw. ”

Cui Cailiang touched his beard,

Laugh without saying a word,

The eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon paid attention to Zhuang Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

After a while,

The host announced the official start of the competition.

The contestants took turns to draw the theme of poetry.

Xiang Qinyu, the most eye-catching, was the first to draw the theme of pastoral scenery,

It only took ten minutes,

Xiang Qinyu made a song "Autumn Harvest" on the spot,

As soon as the host reads out the poem,

won the vigorous applause of the audience,

The audience praised Xiang Qinyu's poem for being well written,

Through the description of autumn, the harvest season,

to present a good scene of the autumn harvest of the farmer,

Even several judges on the stage nodded their heads again and again.

"It is worthy of being the hottest candidate for this year's championship, and it is such an excellent poem as soon as it is shot!"

"Ten minutes!

"Hey, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves!"

Such comments made Xiang Qinyu even more proud,

His smug gaze looked in the direction of Wang Sheng and Zhuang Yan from time to time,

I can't hide the smile on my face.

The next thing is that Liu Yuyu stepped forward to extract,

This round,

Liu Yuyu drew the theme of describing spring rain,

Fifteen minutes of contemplation,

She wrote a poem "Just in Time for Spring Rain",

The girl's handwriting is like the girl's character,

Elegant and elegant.

This time, after the host read the whole poem,

Even the judges on the stage couldn't help but clap their hands,

"Haicheng University has a wonderful girl this year!"

"The song "Just in Time for Spring Rain" portrays the characteristics of the spring rain very clearly, and the children can be taught!"

Even Cui Cailiang, president of the Poetry Association, also expressed his appreciation.

Next is Qiao Zhi from a scholarly family,

Qiao Zhi's poems are as cold as her,

But he is not arrogant,

Very decent,

But on the stage of the poetry conference,

Especially compared with Wang Sheng after her,

It's a little behind.

Wang Sheng's song "Farewell to the Spiritual Mountain",

exhausted the poet's parting sorrows,

People can't help but feel the same way when they hear it,

A melancholy aura spread in everyone's hearts.

As soon as this poem was read out by the host,

Whether it is the audience or the judges on the stage,

All of them applauded.

"Good! What a poem "Farewell to the Spiritual Mountain"! The difference in the poem, the poet's feelings!

"Every word and every word points out the feelings of this situation!"

"It's worthy of being taught by Old Man Wang himself!"