Zhang Shanfeng couldn't cry or laugh, if this Wenmo Conference continued like this, wouldn't it become a family entertainment activity for his own family.

However, he doesn't know how much concept Ai Ruicong's "foreign persimmon" has about traditional Chinese culture.

Except for the fact that his clothes are decent, Zhang Shanfeng really can't imagine it

Soon, including Yan Chenyu, Ai Ruicong, and Wu Gongzi, who won third place last year, the seven-member group that challenged the second place was settled.

"The rules are the same as before, if any talented person has the ability to write, you can also try our precious rice paper!"

"It is said that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, presumably there are still many lovers of literature and ink will be interested in this golden rice paper, and those who have the ability can challenge the scroll hanging high at any time, even if they can't get a good ranking, they can also leave their works on this precious scroll as a souvenir!" Duan Jiu'er prompted.

None of the contestants who competed for the third place in the first round dared to challenge the hanging scroll, which made her feel very cold, after all, this was Murong's little idea.

If no one challenges a competition, wouldn't it be very shameless?

"Sure enough, it's good paper, the softness and hardness and the feeling of eating ink are rare good rice paper!" Yan Chenyu walked closer and touched the rice paper with his liking.

"I'm going to try!" Yan Chenyu suddenly decided.

"Okay! This humble son is really tasteful!, and he also has courage!" Duan Jiu'er couldn't help but praise.

Yan Chenyu didn't think so, he carefully chose a picture scroll that he liked more than the size.

"Hey, this kid is too good at pretending, how can he write so high?"

"I think it's sensationalism, and we'll see how he ends up later?"

"It's just that the little girl deliberately designed this link, but it's not easy for anyone to challenge!"

"We can't write well on the board, what ability can he have, and he still has to write in the air?"

Yan Chenyu ignored these discussions at all, he just looked at Duan Jiu'er with a smile.

"Dare to ask the girl, do you have a ladder in Xianmanlou?" Yan Chen asked unhurriedly.

"Yes, Daifuku, Chubby, go and carry the ladder to this son. Duan Jiu'er commanded.

"This son, if we have a ladder on this stage, it may not be okay, the ladder can only be fixed in one place, this writing is the same as painting, and if the composition can't keep up, it's tantamount to wasted effort!" Duan Jiu'er looked at Yan Chenyu with a smile and said.

"Thank you for your kind reminder, I look at the quality of this paper like a flower lover seeing a snow lotus on the cliff of the Tianshan Mountains, even if it is difficult to pick, I will not go to the yard to pick red apricots for convenience!" Yan Chenyu said with a smile.

"Childe is good at making analogies, since this is the case, I wish you good results in advance!" Duan Jiu'er was not verbose

As soon as he said this, the faces of the other second places changed, as if he was picking red apricots in the yard when he wrote on the book case.

After a commotion, several participants called in the support group.

Wu Zhongfu, the third place in the last session, was not far behind, and his group of followers stepped forward to come up with ideas, for fear that their idols would suffer.

There are also those who borrow ladders, and there are those who think of other ways.

And Duan Jiu'er no longer helped others, and watched everyone hurriedly bring up various props, looking at the lively posture.

"It's almost time, and in five minutes, the competition for second place will begin!" Duan Jiu'er reminded with a smile.

Zhang Shanfeng looked at the people on the stage who were like ants on a hot pot, they were paying money and charging tokens for this game, but now they were scurrying around like child's play.

This group of people are like children, because of a few words from other girls, they are happy to be busy, it's really funny.

Soon, all seven were in their seats and ready to start the race.

But what makes people laugh and cry is that this is still like a Wenmo Conference, which is simply a stucco and climbing competition.

Four of the seven contestants chose to write on hanging scrolls, which was hilarious enough.

Ladders, boxes, and stools gathered on the stage, and even a contestant got a pair of stilts from somewhere and stepped on them.

The laugh that everyone couldn't hold back, they were also hard enough to win the game.

"That...... We came late, and although we knew what the topic was tonight, it was a pity that we couldn't enjoy Miss Murong's singing voice, and I hope I would be lucky enough to listen to it again!" Ai Ruicong chose to stand obediently in front of the bookcase to write a poem, and looked at the curtain with some embarrassment and proposed.

Zhang Shanfeng saw that he was holding a brush like holding a hammer for pounding medicine, and it could be seen that he was still a little nervous, not at all as chic and comfortable as he was in the field of communication that he was good at.

"This little brother, the topic of our competition has been released, and we will not take special care of anyone who is late, let alone make personal requests for any contestant, and just work hard to sing songs for us. ”

"If everyone has such a request, how many people will be happy to make similar requests this night, I'm afraid that the little girl will be tired, isn't it?" Duan Jiu'er refused with a smile, she knew very well in her heart that half of this Wenmo Conference was relying on Murong's small fame to come so many people.

You can't use your cash cow casually, you're tired, and you'll lose a lot if you run away.

Zhang Shanfeng knew that Ai Ruicong and they came late, and he probably didn't know what Murong Xiaoxiao sang before, so he couldn't write.

Although he pretended not to know each other on the surface, he couldn't really not help and let the two of them get into trouble.

So Zhang Shanfeng slowly came to the stage and said loudly: "It is really unreasonable to drive Miss Murong to sing for us again, fortunately, I still remember Miss Murong's natural voice, and I remember the lyrics in that song unforgettable." ”

"Why don't I chant the words in Miss Murong's song for everyone?" Zhang Shanfeng asked politely.

Duan Jiu'er was not polite when he saw Zhang Shanfeng helping to relieve the siege.

"That's very good, then I will drive Zhang Gongzi to chant the words and phrases in the song for everyone, so that you can use the topic to play!" Duan Jiu'er agreed.

Although she didn't know if Zhang Shanfeng remembered Quan Murong's lyrics, but he dared to go on stage to compete, so it was better to let him give it a try, anyway, it would have no effect on him.

Zhang Shanfeng nodded and smiled at her, thanking her.

Then I saw Yan Chenyu and Ai Ruicong and others all cast grateful looks at him.

In fact, many people on the stage were only watching and listening to the excitement before, and they didn't really care about what Murong Xiaoxiao sang at the beginning.

No one thought that the content of the competition would come from the lyrics, so even if they dared to compete on stage, they all came with apprehension.

Now listening to Zhang Shanfeng is willing to take the initiative to repeat the lyrics in the song to everyone, whether it is the second challenger who has already taken the stage, or the first competitor who is eager to try off the stage and has begun to line up, they all listen attentively, for fear of missing it again.

So, Zhang Shanfeng cleared his throat and began to chant.