"Trend Music Competition" is a talent show after all, and the video that became inexplicably popular last night was only the initial audition, and the attention is not too high. And although Meng Ke's "Youth" is good, there are mixed reviews on the Internet, and many people speculate that it is the result of the hype of the program team, and only real fans will believe it without hesitation, and support it all.

Therefore, Meng Ke complained that there were only 3,000 people to support him, which is really not much, it is normal, it is definitely not the data that is brushed, or the real person.

If you don't believe me, go investigate.

Meng Ke can only give Yu Jirui this reply, if he hasn't done anything wrong, he hasn't done it, he is not afraid of censorship at all, he can only prove his innocence: "Boss, if you wronged me again this time, then you really have to fulfill your promise once, you can't always play me." Said good back beating and pedicure, you choose by yourself, it's really not good, I am a little wronged, plus a C option, I will climb the Great Wall with you on my back, rest assured, my body is great, I will definitely not be able to fall you down. ”

"You'd better not lie to people, brushing data is the bottom line, brush once and you'll be done, I recommend that I will say goodbye to you in my life. Yu Jirui gritted her teeth.

"Huh...... It seems that whoever is recommending it now, if Lao Tzu didn't brush the data, remember to react on the platform, upload it on the shelves in the first week, and you can enter the boutique with naked clothes on the shelves, is it okay to consider it, and give a high-grade recommendation bit, which is a slap in the face. Meng Ke said with a hippie smile, "It's not a slap in my face, it's a slap in the editor's face, a slap in the face of the platform." ”

It hurts.

You need to quickly apply a warm compress, or find a way to cover the red palm prints.

After Shen Weiwei rewarded five silvers, Yu Jirui once told Meng Ke that she had won a few garbage recommendation positions, but today is Sunday, and those recommendations will only take effect next Monday.

......

turned off the call with Yu Jirui, Meng Ke's mobile phone rang again, and the remark on the caller ID was Lin Zibei of Capital Normal University.

Connect the phone.

Lin Zibei's voice was obviously a little excited: "Hello, I am Lin Zibei from Capital Normal University, I contacted you before, and later you sent an ancient poem to my tutor, which is the poem "Ascending". ”

Meng Ke nodded: "I know you, is there something wrong? Or is it that the magazine "Chinese Poetry" has already been published? It stands to reason that it is not so fast!"

Lin Zibei took a deep breath and said excitedly: "It could have been published, but didn't you update 100,000 words in the early hours of this morning, and my mentor and I read the last chapter." We all agreed, well, of course, mainly my mentor, Mr. Shao Yunxiang, that he felt that he was still unfinished, and after carefully considering the fragments of ancient poems you wrote for a night, they were really long-lasting, and if they could complete those masterpieces, they would be quatrains for the ages. ”

"The latest chapter?"

Meng Ke was stunned, to be honest, when he copied the book by himself, he just copied it mechanically according to inertia, and at the beginning, he would look at the plot, but in the past few days, because he was busy brushing up on the Academy Award movies, he ignored this detail, in fact, there is nothing to ignore, not changing a word is the tone he set.

I quickly flipped through the contents of the latest chapter.

It is the thirtieth chapter of the third volume, The Romance of the Eternals. It is about the envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty visiting Qingguo, and during the night banquet in the palace, the Northern Qi scholar Zhuang Mohan accused Fan Xian of plagiarizing his teacher's poems, and then Fan Xian slapped his face with 300 quatrains through the ages.

said that it was 300 poems, but in fact, not all of them were written in the text, and Meng Ke looked at it roughly, and only involved the fragments of a dozen ancient poems. But even if it is a fragment, it is the most classic sentence, not to mention Shao Yunxiang, if you are any scholar, you will be shocked if you think about it carefully.

Moaned slightly.

Meng Ke asked tentatively, "What does your mentor mean?"

Lin Zibei didn't dare to say a word and waited for Meng Ke to think, and then after hearing the question, he immediately replied, without the slightest appearance of a doctor: "What my tutor means is that I hope you can complete the fragments involved in the article as much as possible, and attach the creative ideas of the poems." Of course, because this is a plot in an alternate historical novel, it is naturally not a feeling that you have personally experienced, and you should have created it in reverse based on the experiences of some characters. My guess is that you'll write some extras after you're done, but these are my own guesses, and you can just look at and write, mainly because I'm worried that some readers won't believe it. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Meng Ke pursed his lips and pondered in his heart: "Aren't you just worried that someone will say that you are too young to write good poems, and if you have no experience, it is not true feelings." ”

Originally, this was indeed a bug.

But.

Our lovely Mr. Doctor, Lin Zibei, has helped Meng Ke complete this part of the idea, and being able to write good ancient poems definitely does not mean that Meng Ke is an ancient.

Moreover, Meng Ke writes fiction, and these poems are the needs of the plot of the novel. As for the perception and situation, they are the needs of the characters in the novel, and you can't understand it, so you can't say that it's wrong.

The logic is very clear.

No problem at all.

Meng Ke nodded: "Okay, in the afternoon, I will send you the whole poem in the afternoon." ”

"Afternoon?"

“！！！”

Lin Zibei first put a question mark, and then followed by three exclamation marks.

Meng Ke was stunned: "Is it too late?" Then you wait for me for a while, and send it to you immediately, and I'll write it now." ”

“！！！！！！”

Six exclamation points!

Lin Zibei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that his doctor had really learned in vain, look at others, writing poems is calculated in minutes. It only takes so much time to create as you want, to produce works in minutes, and to complete those poems.

"Can it be written so quickly?" Lin Zibei's admiration for Meng Ke is like a surging river, endless......

"Haha, that, actually...... Well, these poems are actually written by me before, I just need to copy them for you, they are all in my head, don't bother. Meng Ke said with some embarrassment, the sweat on his forehead was dripping, there was finally no bug, and he had a clear conscience, it was indeed in his head.

Merely.

Most people have a lot of mush in their heads.

Meng Ke's mind was ...... Cell phone.

"Then can you tell me first, that sentence is eternal and endless, and this hatred is endless. What is written earlier, I like this sentence very much, just for these two sentences, I have been tossing and turning, and I can't sleep all night. Lin Zibei said a little embarrassed, "Please forgive me, forgive a little selfish distraction after a literature lover sees good poetry." ”

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless?"