For a while, the auditorium was quiet.

Guo Han was quiet.

It's because he's lost face and thrown home at the moment.

Wang Changqing was quiet because he was fascinated by the four poems in front of him.

The audience was quiet because they saw an unexpected scene and were a little unrefreshed.

The main owner is not there, and the results of this competition have been decided, and I have never seen this kind of scene before.

Only the popularity and barrage of live broadcasts are flying.

"Oh my God, this is an oak tree, it's a classic again!"

"Delicate and expressive, the beauty is incomparable. ”

"Could it be that this is a poet immortal?"

Guo Han's face was swollen than pumping, and the most ridiculous thing was that he took the initiative to get up and be slapped in the face. ”

"What about Guo Han's brainless fans? Just now I was so sure that I must have plagiarized Guo Han's manuscript, but now it's quiet? Where is the anger just now?"

"Guo Han's poems, compared with these poems, are scum!"

"I just want to know now, who is the great god who wrote these masterpieces?"

Not only netizens, but also the people present were extremely curious, who is this young man?

Why is such a master of love poetry never heard of before?

"Little girl, can I ask you, who wrote this poem?" Wang Changqing couldn't help but ask.

"My cousin. Zheng Tingting looked proud.

"Well, no, I'm asking your cousin's name. ”

Zheng Tingting was entangled for a while, although Chu Ming had told her to keep a low profile, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid that she will not be able to keep a low profile.

At this time, Chu Ming pushed open the door of the auditorium and walked back to the auditorium with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking a little bit on my side, and things are a little delayed, so let's continue the poetry competition that I said before, how can I compare it to you?"

"No need to compare, the results are already out. Wang Changqing said with a smile.

"Is the competition over?" Chu Ming was confused, he just went out to make a phone call, how could it be over?

"Xiao Guo, I am willing to lose the bet!" Wang Changqing said coldly.

Guo Han walked up to Chu Ming, gritted his teeth, knelt down with a plop, and then kowtowed to admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, I slandered you, I apologize to you!"

After kowtowing, Guo Han's eyes were red.

Shameful.

Today he is really embarrassed to throw home.

He was embarrassed to stay here, and left the auditorium with his head down, naturally he couldn't stay here for a moment.

Originally, he wanted to take today's opportunity to consolidate another wave of popularity, but he didn't expect that he would be the last to make a fool of himself.

It's only a matter of time before popularity slips and rankings fall.

In the future, he will also become a joke in the poetry world.

"What's wrong with him?" Chu Ming was still confused.

"Brother, don't thank me, it's all my sister's job I should do. Zheng Tingting came over to ask for credit, "I used the poems you wrote before to help you win the competition." ”

Chu Ming looked at the blackboard again, and after listening to Zheng Tingting's explanation, he somewhat understood the whole story.

However, Chu Ming was not too happy, because this was originally an extremely suitable opportunity to pretend to be forced, but it was snatched away.

There's a sense of loss that before I could exert myself, you fell.

It's not fun to pretend to be!

If it's not rounded, it's going to be plated!

At this time, Zheng Tingting quietly touched Chu Ming with her arm.

"Brother, I know you're not addicted, it's okay, look at me next. ”

Zheng Tingting picked up the microphone, walked to the center of the stage, and faced everyone.

"Thank you all for your likes, the author of these four poems is my cousin. ”

"His name is Chu Ming. ”

After speaking, Zheng Tingting put down the microphone and winked at Chu Ming, hinting that the stage will be handed over to you next.

Then sit back in your seat.

After Zheng Tingting said her name, there were bursts of exclamations under the audience.

"Oh my God!"

"The author of the poem is Chu Ming?"

"Which Chu Ming?"

"Which one else can there be, it's that Chu Ming!"

"Who is Chu Ming? I haven't heard of it!"

"Have you watched the Huaxia Haoda, have you watched the charity gala, how high the ratings of his magic field are!"

"You don't watch magic? You've always seen the Internet, Dou Po, Douluo, Ghost Blowing Lamp, he wrote it!"

"You've always seen the public service announcements, washing your mother's feet, quitting smoking advertisements, and your father's journey, these advertisements were all planned by him!"

Some people don't know Chu Ming, but they were reminded like this, even if they haven't seen Chu Ming's real person, they have heard of his works.

And those who already had an impression of Chu Ming suddenly gasped!

"These four poems were actually written by Chu Ming?"

"I've read his "Answer", and the level is very high, but I didn't expect him to be so good at love poems!"

"I haven't found any of these four poems, they must have been created by him temporarily, and his poetry and literary level is simply a famous master!"

"He's too versatile. ”

"Wait, so isn't the one standing on the stage the ......?"

Halfway through the comment, everyone reacted and turned their eyes to the young man on the stage with a scarf and ******.

"You, are you Chu Ming?"

was recognized, Chu Ming didn't pretend, and simply took off his glasses and scarf.

At this time, everyone saw Chu Ming's face, and this time it was even more confirmed.

It's Chu Ming's deity, that's right.

"Damn!"

"It's really Chu Ming!"

"I'll be one of them, real people!"

"I've seen the stars!"

"I said how do you think this person is familiar, it turns out to be Chu Ming!"

None of the parents screamed, and the classmates below were the first to shout.

Zheng Tingting sat proudly in her position, compared to the excitement of the classmates around her, she was the most calm, because this was also a good opportunity for her to pretend to be forced.

The surrounding classmates also surrounded her and asked questions.

"Tingting, you are too hidden, your cousin is a star and he never told us!

"I said that my brother is a big star, you don't believe it. Zheng Tingting spread her hands.

"Who would dare to believe that your tone is true!"

"I really like Chu Ming's magic tricks, and I finally met a real person today!"

"I wasn't interested in him at all, but I didn't expect that his love poems were written so well, I declared, I don't fan Guo Han, I want to be a fan of Chu Ming passers-by!"

"Tingting, in this way, the signatures you showed us before are all genuine?" asked a classmate.

"Is that still fake?" Zheng Tingting snorted.

"Then hurry up and give me a piece, and I'll give a hundred. ”

"It's too late, this is the price before, and now my brother's poetry level is crushing Guo Han, of course the price will increase. Zheng Tingting shook her head.

"Then I'll give five hundred, no, I'll give seven hundred, give me a piece. ”

"I'll also give seven hundred, sell me a share!"

Many local tyrant classmates have already started business with Zheng Tingting and snapped up Chu Ming's signature board.

The teachers and parents in the audience, although they were more reserved than the students, were also in a hot mood, took out their mobile phones and took pictures of Chu Ming, and also called others to show off that they had met celebrities.

Because the exposure of his identity caused such a strong reaction, the party could only be temporarily interrupted, and Chu Ming was a little embarrassed.

At this time, Wang Changqing walked over, greeted Chu Ming and smiled.

"Chu Ming, I have read your works before, I really want to talk to you face-to-face, but unfortunately I didn't have the opportunity, but I didn't expect to meet today, your poems are of a very high level, and there is everyone's style!"

"Elder Wang is polite, I'm a junior newcomer, and I'm really not a big guy. Chu Ming said humbly.

This is the tradition of the Chinese people, in public, even if some people give you a title, others will give you affirmation, but you can't recognize it.

What Chinese people pay attention to is humility and introversion.

Of course, if you take it out and brag to your parents and relatives, even if you boast that you are the reincarnation of a poet, it will be fine.

After all, bragging doesn't care about you.

Chu Ming's modest attitude was very much in line with Wang Changqing's preferences, and he patted Chu Ming's shoulder.

"It's been a long time since a newcomer like you appeared in our Chinese literary circle, are you interested in entering the literary world to develop?"

"As long as you are willing to come, my old man still has some face, and I can help you leave a name in the Chinese literary world!"