Both sides are not children anymore, and if they can talk nonsense, they will compare less, and they will use their strength in the ring.

The rules of the competition of "Duanyang Learning" are very simple.

Individual elimination system, a total of 5 rounds.

The first round is also called the barricade poem.

This means that most of the contestants are kept out of the arena, and only the 60 people who can get the fastest approval from the referee can enter the arena from the reception hall.

And there is a time limit, after half an hour, even if the number of people is less than 60, the first round will still be closed.

There were about 300 people on the scene, and more than 200 were brushed down in one round.

That's a really low promotion rate.

Wan Xiaofeng was a little stunned.

I'm here to show my face, if the questions in the first round are not right, and I can't even enter the infield, then I'll show a fart.

On the side, the teammates of the "Kirin Club" saw that his face was not good, and they made sarcastic remarks.

"How is it? It is said that the academic bully is not easy to stand, if he can't pass the first round, and it is passed out, is it a shame?"

Wan Xiaofeng looked too lazy to look at him, but he was actually panicked.

He kept chanting "Amitabha" in his heart.

"Lord Buddha's blessing, the first question must be correct. ”

In anxious waiting, the referee of the first round finally came out of the infield.

is about 50 years old, dressed in Tang costumes, not fat or thin, mediocre.

He glanced at the reception hall and picked up the microphone in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet!"

His words made the scene no longer have a trace of noise.

Nodding with satisfaction, he continued:

"I'm Ren Chongjie, one of the referees this time, you all know the rules, I won't introduce them one by one, let's start the question!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene became lively again.

"Obediently, Principal Ren is here, and this doesn't let people live?"

"Principal Ren personally blocked the door, and this competition has never been more important than ever. ”

"Emphasis is important, but will the topic be too difficult?"

Wan Xiaofeng listened to these discussions, turned his head sideways and asked Hu Xiaoyue.

"Who is this man, it seems to be a bull!"

Hu Xiaoyue gave him a roll of the eyes, and said angrily:

"Ren Zhongjie, the president of Chinese University, you don't even know him?"

Wan Xiaofeng was embarrassed, Chinese University is one of the top three universities in China, and the president Ren Zhongjie is also a figure in the literary world.

"Haha...... I have admired the name for a long time, but I have never seen it. ”

Wan Xiaofeng snorted and quickly turned his head.

......

Over there, Principal Ren took out a note from his pocket and slowly opened it.

Then out loud:

"Yongmei, seven words!"

As soon as the question came out, the contestants had different expressions.

There are those who bow their heads and meditate, those who sigh, and those who are full of interest......

After Wan Xiaofeng heard the question, a hanging heart finally let go.

"Seven words Yongmei, wait for me to think about it, how many songs...... 1.2.3.4.5......”

It seems like a lot.

So which one to choose?

"Whoever the soldiers will be pointed to is whoever they are!"

"That's you!"

Wan Xiaofeng took out the prepared pen and paper and finished it in three or two.

looked up and saw that everyone was working hard, so he asked Hu Xiaoyue on the side:

"Sister Xiaoyue, do you want me to help you?"

Hu Xiaoyue didn't raise her head, but just scolded.

"Death to the side!"

Wan Xiaofeng was bored with himself, so he could only stand up alone, and walked towards Ren Chongjie without anyone paying attention.

At this time, Ren Chongjie was sitting on a Taishi chair, drinking tea leisurely.

Many contestants will not be able to make it for a while, and someone may not be able to give an answer after a cup of tea.

"Well, my poem is ready!"

"Poof......

Ren Chongjie squirted out a sip of tea.

Lao Tzu said that at least one cup of tea will take time for someone to give the answer, and someone will make it when he turns around.

This thing is a slap in the face!

Ren Chongjie calmed down, and looked up to see a young man who was not good-looking, and was a little embarrassed, handing the paper in his hand to him.

I'm embarrassed to say.

"I don't know if it's okay, if it doesn't work, you say, I'll rewrite it immediately. ”

It took less than three minutes to make a song called "Seven Words Yongmei", and then told me to make another song if it didn't work.

Is this here to entertain me?

Ren Chongjie squinted his eyes, and his tone was very cold.

"Classmates, don't use the hard-won opportunity to joke, everyone can only hand in one poem, don't you know?"

After saying the rules, Ren Chongjie did not give the other party a chance to regret it, and directly opened the manuscript.

Someone like this who treats the game as a child's play, he is not willing to give the slightest chance.

"Mei Xue is not willing to fall in spring,

Sao people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.

Plum and snow are three points white,

Snow but loses plum and a piece of fragrance"

Ren Chongjie read it softly, then opened his eyes wide, staring at the verses in his hand.

Over and over again, and without stopping.

"Wonderful! Xuemei fights for spring, and the literati make judgments......"

Wan Xiaofeng couldn't understand Ren Chongjie's expression.

If you can pass it, you can pass it, and if you can't pass it, forget it.

Although he can memorize some poems, his understanding of poems is comparable to that of high school.

This Lu Meipo's "Xuemei, Part One" was pointed out by him on the soldiers, although he knew its meaning, but he didn't know its deep meaning.

Usually Yongmei, if there is snow in the poem, mostly accompanies it.

However, "Xuemei, Part One" is just the opposite.

The first two sentences put Mei and Xue on the opposite side, and the two compete with each other for spring, which makes people judge.

The last two sentences show that the strengths of the two are insufficient.

One wins in white, and the other wins in incense.

......

Ren Chongjie finally stopped reciting the poem, raised his head and looked at Wan Xiaofeng suspiciously.

This person is not simple!

In just a few minutes, a masterpiece is all it takes.

"Which society are you from?"

"Kirin Society!"

"Koto?"

The responsibility is even more confused, Jiangdong's performance in recent years has been unsatisfactory, is this year going to turn over the salted fish?

Wan Xiaofeng saw that he had been staring at him, and he didn't say whether he could pass or not, he was really anxious.

"Principal Ren, can I pass this song?"

Ren Chongjie nodded without a trace of hesitation.

Wan Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew...... Great!"

Ren Chongjie put the manuscript away and asked again:

"The school?"

Wan Xiaofeng scratched his head.

"It's not a student, it's a foreign aid!"

"Oh......?"

That's right, it turns out that this year's "Kirin Society" didn't plug in any messy related households, and found a real talent and learning foreign aid.

It seems that this year's competition will be very exciting!

Ren Chongjie smiled and let the passage out.

Pointing inside, he said earnestly to Wan Xiaofeng:

"Let's go in and behave!"

Wan Xiaofeng thanked the other party, glanced back at his teammates who were still working hard, and turned around to enter the door.

After a while, Ren Chongjie waited for the second person to finish.

"Li Qingyu, this year has made a lot of progress, this poem can be regarded as a masterpiece!"

Ren Chongjie looked at Li Qingyu's poems and praised them without hesitation.

Li Qingyu saluted proudly.

"Thank you Principal for the compliment. ”

"Well, let's go inside!"

Li Qingyu just wanted to enter the door, and then turned around and asked.

"I'm supposed to be the first to enter the door, right?"

Ren Chongjie raised his head and replied with a smile:

"No! you're the second!"

......