This time, I heard An Zhao say on Weibo that Su Ye would come to participate this time, although this group of onmyoji disliked it, but the body was still very honest.

A large number of onmyoji poured into the live broadcast room early and staged the true meaning of yin and yang here.

Of course, at this moment, An Zhao's fans are still the majority in the live broadcast room.

The screen is full of words of the goddess An Zhao.

A large crowd of viewers began to wait for the news, and some fans had been waiting for seven or eight hours.

It's 7:15 a.m., and it stands to reason that it's going to start.

......

At the scene of the poetry meeting, a male host with good shape and appearance appeared on the stage, holding a microphone in his hand and a smile on his face.

The audience also slowly quieted down.

The male host glanced at the surrounding cameramen, and when he saw the cameraman making an OK gesture in his hand, he smiled and said, "Okay, welcome everyone to come and participate in today's ancient poetry conference!

The male host looked at the manuscript in his hand, smiled, and introduced: "Okay, then first of all, please ask our five judges today!"

"They are Wang Yi, chairman of the Literary Association!"

As the host's words fell, Wang Yi smiled and waved his hand to the audience in front of him.

There was a round of applause from the audience.

The host looked at the draft again, and then introduced: "There is also our representative of the Literary and Art Association, Li Zhihong, the representative of the Literary Association, Zhang Chuan and his wife Liu Li. and the last one, Zhou Jingkang, the youth representative of our Literary and Art Association!"

Several people next to Wang Yi also smiled and waved their hands.

There was still a burst of applause from the audience.

"And our special guest today, An Zhao!" the host smiled and introduced again.

At this time, the light was given to An Zhao's side, and I saw An Zhao slumped on the sofa at will, Jiang Yingxia sat next to her and chatted with her, and the two talked and laughed.

An Zhao saw that the light was given to him, so he hurriedly sat down, smiled and waved his hand at the camera.

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room has reached another peak.

The screen is full of words like goddess An Zhao.

Only a little barrage noticed Jiang Yingxia, and even recognized her!

It seems that Jiang Yingxia's reputation is not low.

"Okay, without further ado, now we have our contestants!" the host stepped aside, and the contestants entered the arena from one side and found their respective seats to sit down.

"Okay, there are 32 participants in today's conference, and there will be five competitions. After five games, today's leader will be decided!" The host stepped aside to comment, and wanted the sailors in the live broadcast room to explain the rules and specific conditions of the conference.

"The theme of this conference is ancient poetry, and each time the judges will choose a theme, and then the contestants will compose poems. Requests must be made and recited within fifteen minutes. The jury scores and then decides the winners. After the host explained the general rules clearly, he took out his mobile phone to watch the barrage and interact with the sailors to a certain extent.

After all, those fifteen minutes when writing poems are still very boring, so this is a test of the host's skills.

On the stage, Su Ye is the fourteenth.

However, this is not necessarily the order of submission, this conference is a spontaneous submission.

As long as the pen is stopped within fifteen minutes, the rules are met, and the paper is submitted spontaneously.

"All of you here are from the younger generation, and I hope you can surprise us and the audience today. "Wang Yi is worthy of being the chairman of the Literary Association, and he speaks with a sense of leadership.

Wang Yi smiled kindly, "Then, the first question will be asked by our representative Liu!"

Liu Li is a middle-aged lady in her fifties, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and her expression is very peaceful.

Hearing that Wang Yi asked him to come up with the question first, Liu Li smiled, "I haven't thought about what question to come up with, just summer." Now let you young people do what you want!"

Liu Li's question is actually very simple, and it involves a wide range of topics in summer, so there will be many themes.

After hearing the question, everyone in the audience began to put pen to paper.

But few people wrote it.

Among the thirty-two people, Su Ye sat leisurely on the side.

Su Ye put his hand on his chin and sat on the chair looking at the other contestants, with a smile on his face.

The other contestants pondered, with a hint of thought on their faces.

At this time, the camera was given to the contestants, and a group of people were pondering there, and Su Ye seemed to have nothing to do.

At this time, the people in the live broadcast room began.

"That's it, that's what you're going to do?"

"Someone else is writing poetry, he's watching someone else write poetry!"

"Really, don't participate if you don't, don't say anything about your own shame, and lose the face of our fans. (Dog's Head)"

"Maybe Su Ye is thinking, everyone will know after a while and fifteen minutes. ”

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm here to see my Goddess An Zhao. ”

"The one next to An Zhao is Jiang Yingxia, right?"

"It seems to be yes, I didn't expect Jiang Jiang to come too!"

“......”

Right now

The barrage in the live broadcast room slowly became a little unfriendly.

Maybe other celebrities and artists may not be like this, but Su Ye and they can spit fragrance more naturally.

After all, he's a great onmyoji!

It's the same as we usually like to joke with those who like to joke, and like to mock those who are optimistic and funny.

We all thought he wouldn't care, but if he cared, only he knew, right?

The host chatted with the sailors on the side, and the camera often gave An Zhao, just like that, half of the time passed.

Su Ye didn't look at anyone else, he picked up the pen, his eyes were serious, and he slowly wrote poems on the rice paper.

But the people on the scene were not very optimistic about him, after all, he seemed to be in a daze when everyone was thinking just now.

The five judges picked up the small teacups on the table, took a sip, and looked at the contestants from time to time.

Jiang Yingxia looked at Su Ye nervously in the seat of the special guest.

When Su Ye was in a daze just now, she was going to be nervous.

This is a live broadcast, if Su Ye's poems are very bad at that time, no, as long as it is not good, it will be sprayed very badly.

Although An Zhao was very calm on the surface, he was still a little nervous in his heart.

The clenched little hands were already starting to sweat.

And the two of them are not the only ones who are nervous at the moment.

Meng Changqing gritted his teeth and looked at Su Ye in the audience, eager to go up and beat him up now.

I said it well before I got on the field, but now I'm in a daze!

And Meng Ziqing didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured by Su Ye, and he even blindly believed that Su Ye could make a good poem.

And Su Ye is just choosing which poem to write.

Although "Three Hundred Tang Poems" is called Three Hundred Tang Poems, there are far more than three hundred poems in it!

There are not only Tang poems, lyrics, and songs in it.

Su Ye asked Xiao Hei suspiciously why it was called "Three Hundred Tang Poems", obviously there are not only three hundred Tang poems!

Xiao Hei expressed helplessness, after all, the most famous poetry collection in that parallel world is "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

From 80-year-old grandfathers to 3-year-old children.

After thinking about it for a while, Su Ye chose one of the songs called "Xijiang Moon: Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road"!

Su Ye had seen this poem before, and he was also very impressed.

Now that he heard that the theme was to write about summer, this poem came to Su Ye's mind.

This conference is prepared with a brush, if you can't write a brush, it will be a bit ridiculous and generous.

Fortunately, Su Ye has practiced calligraphy for three years, although he is not considered to be everyone, but he can also pass the eye.

Su Ye held the brush and wrote down "Xijiang Moon, Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" on rice paper.

At this time, the time was almost up, and the judges on the stage shouted to stop.

The players in the audience stopped moving.

It's just that some of the players have a sad look on their faces, and it seems that they haven't finished it.

Then it's time for acceptance.

The judges will have to decide what these works will be.

"I'll come first!" said a handsome girl.

With a smile on her face, the girl began to recite.

"The title of my poem is "Enjoying the Coolness"!"

"Bring the willow to chase the willow outside, and draw the south side of the bridge to lean on the Hu bed. ”

"The moonlight boat flute is uneven, and the wind sets the pond lotus to be fragrant. ”

The girl's voice is very soft, and the recitation is also very gentle.

After reading this poem, there was a round of applause from the audience.

Obviously this poem is a very good work!

Several judges on the judges' seat were bright-eyed, and it seemed that the level of the girl was very high.

"Good, good!" Wang Yi's old appearance has long disappeared at this moment, and there seems to be a flicker of color in his eyes, "Leaning on the bed on the south side of the painting bridge, okay! Nine points!"

Wang Yi also gave his own score.

The next kind of judges also gave a high score of nine points!

"She really deserves to be the first talented woman in Imperial Capital University!" The surrounding contestants were all emotional.

This girl is Ouyang Xue, who was crowned by everyone as the first talented woman in Imperial Capital University.

After that, Ouyang Xue's rice paper was brought to the judges' seat, and the judges nodded and praised one after another.

Ouyang Xue had a smile on her face, but she was not surprised at all, as if everything was expected by her.

Next, a group of contestants began to recite their own works, and there was no shortage of good poems, but there were no better works than Ouyang Xue.

In fact, the time requirement is quite harsh, and fifteen minutes is relatively short.

Su Ye waited on the sidelines, he planned to appear after everyone else had finished reading.

After all, it's the protagonist who stays at the end!

At this time, a rather handsome man took out his work and began to read it.

This person Su Ye still knows, it is the one named Zhang Shuai.

"Judges, the title of my poem is "Remembering the King and Sun Xia Ci"!"

"The wind cattails hunt small ponds, the lotus flowers are full of incense in the courtyard after the rain, and the ice and snow are cool in the plum floating melon. Bamboo square bed, needlework and long afternoon dreams. ”

After Zhang Shuai finished reading, with a faint smile on his face, many girls in the live broadcast room called Ah Wei dead.

The five judges also nodded appreciatively after listening.

This is also a very rare masterpiece!

Next, the five judges also gave their own scores.

Except for Wang Yi, who gave eight points, everyone else gave nine points!

Forty-four points in total!

This is now the second-highest score on the field, and the second poem to score more than forty!

Ouyang Xue couldn't help but glance at Zhang Shuai.

At this moment, in Ouyang Xue's heart, only Zhang Shuai is probably his opponent in the audience!

But Zhang Shuai looked at Su Ye, his eyes flashed with a playful light, and said: "I heard that the well-known singer Su Ye also came to participate in the poetry meeting, I don't know how his works are?"