Teacher Mu Junhao, Wen Yue, the host on the stage looked a little dissatisfied with the sudden 49th, but he didn't know why he glanced at the judges on the stage vaguely, and saw that they didn't say anything, so he turned off the microphone, and then went to the side of the stage to communicate with the staff in a low voice.

The audience also talked about it, some said that the nature of this show is to find excellent works, why stick to the genre; some think that only by playing within the rules can you be qualified to talk about the champion, if others have better words, but limited by the genre and not come out?

The girl on No. 49 put on a rebellious look, glancing at No. 50 next to her from time to time, which made many viewers in the audience have the urge to hit people.

After a while, the host returned to the stage and looked at the fat brother and announced: "I just checked the rules of the competition with the staff of the program team again, and the first round does require the theme to be poetry, so the score of the poem you just now is invalid, but we are also willing to give you another chance, if you have other poems, we are willing to re-evaluate for you, are you willing?"

In the last sentence, the host looked at the audience.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"We do!"

The fat brother took the microphone, nodded after a little groan, and said, "Okay!"

Then everyone saw him put down the microphone, erase the words from the whiteboard, and quickly write something.

Everyone is both sorry and expecting that Qin Yuanchun can get unanimous support enough to prove the excellence of this song, but due to the invalidity of the rules, can he write a better work?

A few minutes later, the fat brother beckoned the staff to signal that he had finished writing, and the big screen was dark, and when it was lit up again, a five-character poem in ancient style was projected on the screen.

Chivalrous Walk

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

…………

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

"Good!"

In order not to affect the audience's voting, the host will not express his subjective intentions in the show, but seeing this poem, he really can't help it!

The admiration for ancient chivalrous warriors, the yearning for saving the needy and helping the needy, and living a meritorious life with the world, is vividly reflected in this song "Chivalrous Journey", not to mention that there is no such work in modern times, thousands of years ago, it is difficult to find a song that can be compared!

Occasional applause rang out from the audience, followed by more and more people standing up and clapping, and then the audience standing up!

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

What a cheerful and wanton thing this is, as if a living chivalrous man is standing in front of everyone, if such a poem doesn't win the first place, who is still qualified!

"First place! First place!"

"Champion!"

"First place!"

At the bottom, many viewers have shouted that this episode of the show can end early, the No. 50 contestant has a double poetry, and I believe that no one will surpass the Qinyuan Spring in the second round of competition.

The host looked at the audience with a smile, although he also wanted to end the game early and award the championship to the No. 50 contestant, but how to record the show after ending it early, the process that should be taken still has to be followed, and the meaning is good.

Contestant No. 49, the girl who is the second and third in the world, saw that her "neighbor" voice was so high, and she immediately panicked, and couldn't help shouting: "How can this work! The second round is random!"

The implication is that if the judges' question is not "snow" or "winter", then the Qinyuan spring is obviously useless.

As soon as these words came out, many viewers immediately felt bad for the No. 49 player, and many viewers even shouted at her to get out!

looks like a pretty girl, just pick a thorn, why are you still so ignorant now, for the three hundred viewers who like poetry, whether the competition process is good, who wins the championship, they don't care, they just hope to see amazing poetry in the show.

There is no first, but the strength of the No. 50 player is obvious to all, he does not win the first place, and the audience is not convinced.

The host glanced at several judges on the stage, and saw that they were all watching their hearts, and then asked the staff to take away the microphone of the No. 49 contestant, with a bad attitude, and then announced that the competition would continue.

The fat brother naturally advanced, and when it was the turn of the second round of the competition, the judges were a little difficult.

Just now, in the first round, there was already a song "Qinyuan Spring", if they came up with other questions, wouldn't it be good?

"What's wrong with this, the competition is supposed to be fair, do we have to ask before we come up with the question, who has a good poem to notify us, and then we will ask the question?

Bao Zhiguo made the final decision and wanted to help the other three judges get ideas.

"Then in your opinion, how should the topic be selected for this round?"

Deng Jiumei looked at Bao Zhiguo with a faint smile on her face.

"I think the theme of spring is very good!"

Bao Zhiguo's eyes flickered and replied.

"Is it because Mr. Bao is particularly good at writing poems about spring?"

Deng Jiumei still had that faint expression, but these words made Bao Zhiguo feel like a thunderbolt ringing in his ears.

"Teacher Deng, what do you mean by that?"

Bao Zhiguo stared at Deng Jiumei deadly, as if he wanted to see something strange on her face, did she know something?

"It's not interesting, Mr. Bao, don't be nervous, I think it's better to use the battlefield for the topic, what do you think of Mr. Mu and Mr. Wen?"

The other two people who were named by her didn't know why their eyes were a little evasive, and they nodded their heads in a hurry, and they didn't express any of their thoughts.

This is different from what I said at the beginning!

Bao Zhiguo was anxious when he saw it, and he kept trying to signal the other two to jump out and refute it with his eyes, but Mu Junhao and Wen Yue didn't seem to see it.

Just kidding, you will give each of us 100,000 yuan, if this matter is exposed by Deng Jiumei, you will be ruined, which no amount of 100,000 can make up for it!

"Now what I have in my hand is the question given by the four teachers - Battlefield!, the time limit is 5 minutes, the subject matter is not limited, and the countdown begins!"

The ancients wrote a lot of poems on this kind of theme, but modern people who have experience in the battlefield have played with sand when they were children at most, and this theme is not easy to write.

As soon as the topic came out, the fat brother once again became the focus of the audience, and everyone just wanted to know what kind of amazing poems this master would offer.

As for the other nine finalists, some of them frowned and looked at the sky, some of them looked at the wall in a daze, and some of them began to write and draw, and the No. 49 girl who had been picking on them stared at the position of the judges' bench on the stage stupidly, her face full of astonishment and disbelief.

Battlefield?

In the memory of the fat brother, there are simply too many poems written on the battlefield, so which one do you want to choose?

But after a little thought, the fat brother thought about it!

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, it's time!"

As the host announced loudly, the shortlisted contestants had different expressions, but except for the fat brother, none of the other nine had a good face, and it was still too difficult for them to compose poems within a 5-minute limit.

"Let's take a look at the work of the ten contestants!"

The host smiled and motioned to the staff to assist them in showing the contestants' works just now, and as soon as they were revealed, there was an uproar below.

7 out of 10 people handed in blank papers!

Looking at the poems of the two people in front of me again, the bottom suddenly burst into laughter again.

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