"You...... Are you the author of "Breaking the Sky"?

After hearing Fang Jun's self-report, Sun Hao's eyes were about to fall out. Said in shock.

Because Sun Hao's voice was too loud, the people around him looked at the two of them in an instant. Feeling the unfriendly gaze of the person next to him, Sun Hao hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, leaned in front of Fang Jun and whispered, "Great God, I'm your fan." I've watched your Breaking the Sky several times, but it's really not enjoyable, can you spoil the plot later?"

"Well, it's not very convenient, that, where is the editor waiting for me, I'll talk next time. ”

After a hasty response, Fang Jun walked directly through the human wall in front of him. went straight to Bai Yu's side.

Sun Hao, who was left in place, was still in shock.

Is he the legendary writer?

The author of his own school?

The salted fish who created another branch of fantasy fiction and created a precedent for his own genre?

Everything looks so dreamy......

On the other side, Fang Jun came to Bai Yu's side, and after saying hello, Bai Yu led him to Hall 1. Then he found his seat and sat down according to the number on the invitation in his hand.

"Brother is also a writer?"

"Yes, my name is Fang Jun. Hello. ”

As soon as Fang Jun sat down, a middle-aged man in a suit on the side said a word to Fang Jun.

"Hello, my name is Bu Mingxu, my pen name is Smoky Hongchen, what is your pen name?"

"Oh, the most handsome salted fish. ”

Faced with Bu Mingxu's question, Fang Jun responded politely, and stretched out his hand to shake Bu Mingxu's hand.

"You're a salted fish? I've read your book of Breaking the Sky, and it's well written. I heard that the copyright has been sold, and the future is immeasurable, and the future is terrifying. ”

Bu Mingxu was first surprised after hearing Fang Jun's pen name, and then said with a smile.

"No, no, everyone can just praise it. ”

Fang Jun waved his hand a little embarrassed, looking at Bu Mingxu's appreciative eyes, he was also a little embarrassed.

"My brother is humble, by the way, today is the poetry conference, does my brother also have some research on poetry?"

Looking at Fang Jun who couldn't let go of him in front of him, Bu Mingxu's heart inexplicably rose with a hint of goodwill, maybe it was because Fang Jun seemed more approachable, you must know that ordinary people have Fang Jun's achievements at the moment, especially young people, who have long been arrogant. But Fang Jun still looks approachable, which adds a lot of points to Bu Mingxu's heart.

"No, no, I was also invited to come and see for a long time. ”

Hearing Bu Mingxu's words, Fang Jun was a little embarrassed, and said with a haha.

"Be humble, and according to your writing, I'm sure you're fine. By the way, according to reliable sources, this poetry conference is a bit similar to a competition, and the proposition is 'momentum', do you have any thoughts on this proposition?"

"Momentum?"

This topic made Fang Jun a little confused, this is too general, right?

"I don't have any ideas, I don't have any talent for this thing, just watch the excitement. ”

Fang Jun, who came back to his senses, shook his head and said after laughing at himself a little.

"No, the default person who receives the invitation is the contestant who participates, and everyone has to write a poem. Didn't the vernacs tell you?"

"Must be written......?

"Yes, it must be written, and this time I heard that the association also took out 100,000 yuan as a bonus and gave it to the first place. ”

"One hundred thousand?"

A gleam appeared in Fang Jun's eyes, there is a bonus, don't you say it earlier!

After hearing that there was a bonus, Fang Jun, who was originally not interested, suddenly came to his senses.

Wait a minute, momentum ......

After learning that there was a bonus, Fang Jun began to spin his brain quickly, thinking about the amount of poetry in his previous life, which was not too much.

Thank you for the kindness of the Chinese teacher back then!

After thinking for a while, Fang Jun let out a sigh of relief. Then I felt a lot more at ease.

Just when Bu Mingxu was about to ask Fang Jun what was wrong, there was a burst of opening music on the stage in the center, and then the lights in the entire hall were dimmed. Immediately after that, several spotlights were reflected in the center of the stage.

The curtain opened, and several old men between the ages of fifty and sixty sat on the judges' bench, and among them, the old man sitting next to the main seat patted the microphone and spoke

"Good morning, everyone. Today, our poetry conference was held in the magic capital, and we are honored to invite Mr. Zhang Huairen from the magic capital! Mr. Li Botao, president of the Chinese Writers Association, ......"

After a somewhat boring opening remarks, after introducing the judges, two words gradually appeared on the big screen on the stage

Momentum!

"This is the third national congress of our Poetry Association since its establishment. At the same time, it was also the first time that the event was held in the form of a competition. The aim is to bring in more elite talents for the Poetry Society and the Writers' Association. As the first conference, this exam question is named 'Momentum'!"

After the old man finished speaking, there was thunderous applause from the audience. After the applause was over, the old man sat down quite satisfied. After looking at Zhang Huairen, who was sitting in the main seat, he said, "Now I announce, the game begins!"

"Momentum, hahaha, my information is really right! Brother, do you have a clue?"

After hearing the old man say that it started, Bu Mingxu laughed twice and said. When he turned his head, he saw that Fang Jun beside him had already picked up a brush and wrote on paper......

I didn't have the heart to read what Fang Jun wrote. Bu Mingxu hurriedly picked up the brush at hand and wrote.

Fortunately, I knew the exam questions in advance and prepared for it. Otherwise, it's a bit confusing.'

Bu Mingxu thought as he wrote. Then the pen fell on the paper, and the ink-stained brush flew on the paper.

On the other side, after finishing writing, Fang Jun picked up the paper and looked at it pretendically. By the way, I used my peripheral vision to sneak a look at the works of other people next to me.

Well...... Although they are all good, how can mortals like you compare with my poet Immortal Li Taibai!

Fang Jun thought shamelessly. There is not the slightest sense of the mind of a plagiarist......

"Well, I can definitely squeeze into the top three in this song. ”

"What? ”

"Well, the writing is a little lacking, but the artistic conception is almost full score, and winning the championship is a little bit worse, but it shouldn't be a big problem to squeeze into the top ten. ”

……

When everyone handed over the 'test papers' in their hands to the judges' seats, they all returned to their seats and looked at the judges' seats in front of them.

On the judges' bench, a group of poets of the older generation exchanged their heads and ears, and from time to time picked up a work and handed it to another judge, with a look of appreciation in their eyes.

And in the audience, all the poets and writers were unusually worried in their hearts. For them, being able to get praise from any judge on the stage is their capital to show off in the circle in the future.