(The second watch is coming!, let's count the tickets or something?)

The lights, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Wanyue are still PK, adding a bit of inexplicable fighting spirit to the stage, and the sound of the guzheng and the pipa is unexpectedly very compatible.

Inexplicably, Liu Feifei compared Chu Qing with Ouyang Hua.

Ouyang Hua has always been talented, he has always been arrogant and romantic, he has always been the focus of attention when he was studying, and he has always been a powerful character!

But Chu Qing is not like this, when he was studying, Chu Qing has always been unknown, if it weren't for his sudden entry into the entertainment industry, even others would not have noticed this person's talent at all!

Yes, talent!

However, now the talent has suddenly exploded.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone......

Liu Feifei suddenly whispered these two lines of poetry, staring at Chu Qing on the stage with beautiful eyes.

Chu Qing is so beautiful, so conspicuous, and dazzling.

"Haruka is not snow...... For there is a dark fragrance to ......"

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the scene when Ouyang Hua was reciting poetry.

It seems that you can plagiarize!

Wait, isn't the word plagiarism too serious?

I'm imitating, I'm borrowing!

Then, Chu Qing began to learn from Ouyang Hua's movements.

While chanting these last two sentences, Ouyang Hua suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Nima!

Ouyang Hua wants to scold her mother!

Isn't that what I do when I recite a poem?

You, mimicking my movements?

He looked around, but found that the people around him did not look at each other, and the people around him, including several old people on the stage, had a trace of emotion and admiration in their eyes......

Moreover, inexplicably, Ouyang Hua felt a sense of irony.

Haruka is not snow......

What is snow?

Something white, pure and flawless...

Ouyang Hua's previous poems would always carry snow, and snow would be used to set off a person's spotlessness.

However, Chu Qing's two sentences were very straightforward, this is not snow.

No matter how handsome, good, temperamental, or excellent you are, I am not you.

Because, you can't exude a fluttering fragrance, no matter how beautiful the snow is, there is no fragrance, no matter how handsome you are, no matter how temperamental, you are just an embroidered pillow!

When he heard this, Ouyang Hua suddenly wanted to scold his mother!

Dry!

Are you so funny that you learn from my movements and sarcasm me like this?

Dry!

He copied me!

He copied my movements

Don't you see he's so shameless?

However, when Ouyang Hua looked at all the people below, he found that none of these people reacted!

As Chu Qing finished reading the poem, the audience instantly applauded, and off the field, several eldest ladies chanted Chu Qing's poem.

The poem is not difficult to understand, even very ordinary and unpretentious.

However, the implications are profound......

Moreover, although Chu Qing's actions in reciting poems are quite similar to Ouyang Hua's, his temperament is completely different.

Call!

After Chu Qing finished reading the poem, he bowed and hurriedly walked off the stage......

Behind him, Jiang Xiaoyu and Wanyue glanced at each other, and both of them did not admit defeat in their eyes!

The two of them have the same rhythm, and they match this poem quite well!

After the three of them stepped down, everyone's eyes and expressions were different......

Eat one's heart out?

Envy?

Admire?

There are all kinds of eyes.

Of course, Chu Qing didn't care about this, because next another person was about to take the stage, and these people's eyes looked at the others

Uh, what's this?

Just as Chu Qing sat down, he suddenly saw a few large cut watermelons on his table!

It's red, it looks meaty, it's juicy!

His eyes lit up.

Watermelon?

I just happened to be thirsty.

So, Chu Qing saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he took the watermelon and gnawed it very gracefully......

Woo woo, it's so sweet!

Nima, isn't it good for you guys to come to watermelon early?

! I've been thirsty for so long.

"......" Liu Feifei happened to see Chu Qing, and her heart was complicated.

Can you pay attention to the image?

"......" Jiang Xiaoyu was speechless.

Brother Qing, can we be more elegant? You are also a talented man!

"......" Wanyue looked at Chu Qing and laughed, very satisfied.

Qingzi eats watermelon so handsomely, so unique!

I love the realism.

Aoko, I'm going to give birth to a monkey for you......

The next time is a few other talents.

One by one, with a proud expression, they came to the stage to recite poems.

However, perhaps because Chu Qing's operation was too sassy, the poems recited by the talented people who came to the stage next always felt wrong......

At least it doesn't taste right.

Once people's aesthetics are improved, if you continue to appreciate a little inferior things, you will be inexplicably uncomfortable.

Well, the old men feel that the more they listen to it, the more unpleasant it is.

Twenty minutes or so passed, and finally the finale of the third game came out.

"Chu Qing, twenty points! Ouyang Hua, fifteen points, Xu Haoran, ten points...... Murong River, five points ......"

Old man Liu came to power and read out the score.

Twenty points, fifteen points?

Is the gap so big?

it!

Ouyang Hua was stunned!

Five points?

Is there a five-point gap?

Xu Haoran was also stunned.

Am I 10 points behind the first place?

Is it so ruthless?

Murong He also cried.

What the hell, I'm only five?

So low?

Chu Qing of this dog day turned out to be a perfect score?

This......

The total score also came out, Chu Qing ranked third with thirty-one points, Ouyang Hua ranked first with thirty-four points, and Xu Haoran ranked second......

As for Murong He, Zhou Moran and the other seven were directly eliminated......

In the whole game, only three people remained.

However, I don't know why, everyone is staring at Chu Qing!

Chu Qing has once again become the attention of everyone!

Chu Qing looked at everyone's eyes, and quickly wiped his mouth, looking very serious.

But a whole bunch of watermelon rinds below betrayed him......

The eyes of the crowd were complicated.

What are you doing while we're watching other people recite poetry?

You eat so much watermelon alone?

and Xu Haoran stared at Chu Qing!

Although they ranked third, they were very vigilant when they looked at the expressions of Ouyang Hua and Xu Haoran.

This Chu Qing is too sassy.

Can it be so powerful?

After a break of more than ten minutes, the rest of the game continued.

Under the announcement of Old Man Liu, the three of them slowly walked onto the stage.

"Next, I will continue to mention and write about snow, but there can be no snow throughout the text, write about winter, but not hide winter and not have winter, and cannot be represented by the metaphor of plum blossoms and other plants in winter, and there can be no sadness of winter throughout the text, but the joy of winter ......"

After hearing this question, Xu Haoran and Ouyang Hua were stunned.

What the fuck is this?

You can't write about snow, and you can't use plant metaphors?

You're ......

That's a really ...... question

The two of them fell into deep thought at the same time, standing motionless on the stage like a wooden man.

However, Chu Qing felt a urge to urinate.

It seems that I ate a little too much watermelon just now......

Sweat.

He wanted to get off the stage for the time being, pee, and come up to answer the question.

So he looked at Old Man Liu, his eyes were a little weak.

"Can I go down for a while? I want to go to the bathroom. ”

"Before the poem came out, you couldn't go down, I know that the mobile phone is very well-informed now, and as soon as you communicate when you go down, the poem will come out, so it's not fair to them, unless, you abstain yourself. ”

"Ah...... After writing it, will you be able to step down?"

"Yes. Old man Liu had an iron-faced and selfless look.

Chu Qing looked helpless after looking at Old Man Liu's answer.

How should this poem be written?

If you don't give up, this title doesn't mean anything to me anyway.

But that's a bit embarrassing, huh?

It's not good to go down as soon as you come to power.

So what am I going to write about?

Are there any poems that fit the bill?

Wait, there you have it!

But at this time, Chu Qing had an idea, and he thought of a poem!

The poem fits the bill perfectly......

He narrowed his eyes.

"That...... I actually wrote it. Chu Qing scratched his head weakly.

"What? came out?" Old Man Liu and the others, including Xu Haoran and Ouyang Hua, all widened their eyes.

In less than two minutes, a poem came out?

Really?

"Yes, I wrote it, I read it, the name of this poem is Yongxue, well......"

"Read!" Old Man Liu still couldn't believe it.

"The whole poem is ......"

"The country is general, and the well is black and hollow.

The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen!"

"How's it going? Can I go down?"

"......" After Liu Lao finished listening, he nodded in a complicated manner, and then saw Chu Qing walking off the stage and walking straight towards the bathroom.

The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen?

This......

This......

Exactly what it looks like!

Old man Liu closed his eyes and tried to keep himself calm.

"......" Ouyang Hua couldn't describe his mood at the moment, and even, he felt that the world was spinning......

That's it?

Although this poem does not have as deep meaning as the previous "Plum Blossom", this poem fully meets the requirements.

This......

Xu Haoran's mind was blank, and he originally felt that he had thought of the first sentence of inspiration, but now he was blown up by Chu Qing like this, and he was stunned.

He's here, coming out?

What about me?

I'm writing a fart!

Looking at Chu Qing's back, I don't know why, the two of them always have the feeling that I finished writing, and you continue to be hi and I will see you hi......

Well, Ouyang Hua and Xu Haoran both felt very uncomfortable and suffocated!

His face was red.

Chu Qing came back very comfortably after going to the toilet, and then looked at the two people who were still holding back on the stage, and suddenly gloated.

Could it be that these two people are also holding their urine?

Holding your pee, you should have written it earlier.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the two of them were manipulated by Chu Qing like this, and they couldn't even hold back a fart, and looking at the posture, not only couldn't they hold back a fart for ten minutes, but even if they held it back, they didn't feel any mess and it was just a waste of time.

"Cough, cough, this game, Chu Qing wins, Chu Qing adds ten ......" In the end, Old Man Liu announced Chu Qing's score "At present, Chu Qing's score is forty-two, ranking first ......"

"Next, this question is twenty points, which is very difficult, so the score is very high, can you turn over, just look at the question, this question, not writing poetry, nor calligraphy, but words. After Old Man Liu finished announcing, Old Man Jiang came over and stared at the three of them and asked a question.

"A poem that writes about the moon must have feelings, and there must be deep meaning in the words, and there must be something hidden...... Even, there must be a sense of loneliness in a high place...... Now ......"

"That, I have it!" As soon as Old Man Jiang said, Chu Qing continued to scratch his head, his face was slightly ugly, he might have eaten a bad stomach.

"You ......" Old Man Jiang glared.

"......" Ouyang Hua.

What the fuck do you have again?

What the hell are you doing, what are you doing, are you making trouble?

"......" Xu Haoran.

I'll fuck your mother, why do you have it again?

You......

You......

Are you going to be angry?

"I really have it, write words, when is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know ...... in the sky" Chu Qing read out endlessly.

Old man Jiang was like in a dream.

Old man Liu opened his mouth, only to feel a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his head.

And there you have it?

Classic, this song, what a fucking classic......

This......

Impossible, right?

Just kidding, right?

Ouyang Hua felt that the world was spinning, and he was about to spurt blood.

Xu Haoran's body trembled, and he felt a sense of pain that reached the depths of his soul.

It's no longer something that talented people can accept, it's simply ......

It's a monster of grass Nima.

"Continue to write about the moon, write a poem about the bright moon!" Old man Xu walked up, suppressed the endless shock in his heart, and stared at Chu Qing.

"Answer, is this poetry book meeting over?" Chu Qing couldn't hold back.

"Yes! If you can answer it, you will get 100 points in advance!" Old man Xu nodded!

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, it seems to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, look down at your hometown......" Chu Qing narrowed his eyes, almost without thinking, but the chrysanthemum trembled deeply and slightly.

"......" Old man Xu's body trembled slightly.

It's like a dream, and it's like a ghost.

Liu Feifei in the audience looked at Chu Qing......

This young man, standing on the stage, was arrogant and awe-inspiring, looking at the mountains and small ......

Brilliant?

No!

It should be said that the talent is earth-shattering!

"Another flower, my request is ......"

Another old man walked over and stared at Chu Qing in disbelief!

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, the whip points to the end of the world, the red is not a ruthless thing, and it is more protective of flowers ...... turn into spring mud"

The old man's eyes widened......

Subsequently!

My body trembled, I held my heart, and suddenly I felt that my heart was not quite right...

He seems to have had a heart attack.

"Can I go down?" Chu Qing's face turned red.

"Yes, yes...... But ......" Old man Liu didn't know what to say.

"Oh, what a ......"

Chu Qing hurriedly ran down and went straight to the toilet.

This watermelon!

Poisonous!

Dry!

Liu Feifei couldn't describe how she felt at the moment.

Perhaps, in this life, she has an indelible memory.

This year......

The demon Chu Qing is a master of the dust......

Overlooking the mountains......

But......

Why is Chu Qing running and why is his back so embarrassed?

"That...... Do you have a napkin......? Uncomfortable...... What's that......" Chu Qing suddenly remembered something, and then stared at Liu Feifei.

"......" Liu Feifei.

"Poof!"

"Give. ”

Looking at Chu Qing's hard look, Liu Feifei suddenly laughed.

Ouyang Hua looked at Chu Qing, who got the napkin, and rushed to the toilet, and Liu Feifei, who was smiling.

He felt cool.

He's injured......

It's a smile I've never had before!