The judges' scores were as expected, and the Huai'an Fu squadron won the game by a large margin.

Although the No. 1 Middle School team had a premonition before this, when the results were really announced, it was still like a mourning, and a debater simply cried directly on the stage. On the other hand, the Huai'an Mansion squadron couldn't help but be overjoyed, and it was quite a bit of a celebration. Shi Xuan was even more full and didn't know that the hungry man was hungry, and shook his head and said: "What you get from Huai'an Mansion, you can take it from Huai'an Mansion, every drink and peck, every gain and loss are all fixed numbers, so why complain?"

Chen Di pursed his lips disdainfully: "Seeing that we are winning, you have begun to say beautiful things? Who did you think about when you made a big fuss that the opponent was too strong and invincible and shook the morale of the army? No wonder Mr. Sun Baixi, the father of the nation, before the war with Japan, put forward the proposal that 'those who make peace before the enemy withdraws from our country's territory, and those who speak of defeat before the enemy and us fight, will be treated as traitors and national thieves', which seems to be really insightful!"

Shi Xuan was speechless for a moment, and his face was full of ambiguity.

After the results of the competition are announced, the judges will also comment on the expressions of the debaters on both sides, and enthusiastic audience members can also take the opportunity to interact with the debaters on stage. In the past, this part of the competition was chicken, except for a small number of debaters who watched the competition, and reporters who wrote scripts, other spectators would basically leave in minutes, which made the debaters on the stage very embarrassed. The judges are old fritters who have been in the oil pot countless times, and they have seen a lot of this kind of thing, and they have long been accustomed to it, and they can face it calmly.

Who knew that things were a bit strange today, and most of the audience was left behind the backstage when the results of the game were announced. Is it because the audience's taste has improved by leaps and bounds, and they already know that the judges' comments are the finishing touch of the debate? Or is the competition so exciting that the audience and reporters will not want to leave? Just look at the gender ratio of the audience and the direction in which their eager eyes are looking.

For example, Han Xianru's analysis of "phase is born from the heart", believing that its core is that the heart is born first and changes with the heart, which is idealism from the point of view of Western philosophy, and its opposite is naturally materialism, but neither side seems to have risen to such a height in the course of the debate; Zhou Zhiwat felt that "phase is born from the heart" can be based on multiple angles such as the heart first and then the phase, the heart is not satisfied, and the heart is more important than the heart, and there is no need to simply stick to the four words "the heart is born from the heart". It all made him feel refreshed, and his horizons broadened a lot.

The audience didn't think so, they just felt that a group of bad old men were standing on the stage and gossiping endlessly, which was simply a waste of time and murder lives, and the handsome little guy who listened attentively with his head sideways and took notes from time to time was simply cute!

At this time, Wu Zichen's single-lens reflex camera with a telephoto lens in his hand became a coveted artifact for countless people, and several girls shyly handed over a note: "Hello classmates, this is my email address, can you please send me a copy of the photos of today's competition?" -- isn't this what boys dream of? Although Wu Zichen's taste is relatively unique, he is also happy to bubble his nose. As for whether to send it to them, and who among them to send it, it depends on his mood, such as giving ugly hair, not giving beautiful hair, or folding small notes into a stack, one, three, five, two, four, six?

In the anticipation of everyone, the judges' comments finally came to an end. The host Zhou Zhihu took the microphone and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I delayed a lot of everyone's precious time just now. Now let's move on to the interactive part, shall we?"

"Good!" cheered from the audience.

As soon as the microphone was handed to the audience, it became a group of people who rushed to cash, and in the end, it was a strong, fat and thick bold woman who won the first place, because the man didn't want to rob her, and the woman couldn't rob her, so she took advantage of the fisherman. After the nearly 200-pound girl grabbed the microphone, she twisted her orchid fingers and asked, "Classmate Jiang, do you have a girlfriend?"

As soon as the words fell, the girls who originally accused and scolded her for being domineering instantly closed their mouths, and turned their heads to stare at Jiang Shuiyuan on the stage, wanting to see what he said. Wu Zichen also put down the camera in his hand and looked nervously at the stage, for fear that he would really say someone's name, so that the boss who was completely his own would suddenly break away from his control.

Pu Xiaoxiang, who was crowded in the crowd, did not grab the microphone like other girls, but this question was also what she wanted to ask very much: Is Liu Chenyu just an ordinary classmate with whom he has a relatively close relationship, or is it a boyfriend and girlfriend who has established a relationship? In addition to silently saying "No! No!" in her heart like other girls, the desire to fight buried in her blood made her heart burn with a raging fighting spirit: On appearance, family background, and intelligence, who did I Pu Xiaoxiang lose to? I must get what I want, whether you are Liu Chenyu or who!

Liu Chenyu's heartbeat is more than 150. She was not only nervous, but also very conflicted: she hoped that Jiang Shuiyuan would say her name openly on such an occasion, how sweet should this be? Just thinking about it, she felt that happiness was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. But she was afraid that Jiang Shuiyuan would really say it. There is no impermeable wall in this world, and there are so many people at the scene, who knows what will become of the passing around? I have always been a good girl, and who knows what my parents, relatives, friends, teachers and classmates will think of myself after hearing it?

Facing the countless pairs of gossip eyes in the audience, Jiang Shuiyuan was greatly embarrassed, and asked expectantly: "Do you think it is really appropriate to ask this kind of question on such an occasion?"

"Yes!" replied in unison to the perverted girls in the audience.

Jiang Shuiyuan's eyes were aimed at Zhou Zhihu, and Zhou Zhiwat immediately understood what he meant, and immediately said: "Although I also want to know the answer to this question, old man, because I happen to have a granddaughter who is in junior high school, it is really inappropriate to ask this kind of question on such an occasion! Do you think, if the issue of early love can be openly discussed in the field of the difficult selection of Chinese culture, then which parent will dare to let his child participate in the competition in the future? In order for the selection competition to continue to be held, and so that the old man and I can have something to eat, can you please raise your noble hand? I really can't do it, and you'll ask in private when it's over, okay? Well, the next question!"

"Cut!" the disappointed women said in unison, then put aside their feelings and quickly plunged into the next round of the microphone competition.

Liu Chenyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then an even greater sense of loss came to his heart: He didn't answer directly! Did he protect me, or did he think that I was not worthy of being his girlfriend at all? Did he speak sweetly to me out of sincerity, or did he speak sweetly to all girls? What am I in his heart? Girlfriend, ordinary friend, or a classmate who is more familiar with me?...... For a while, all kinds of messy ideas came one after another, which made her a little crazy.

While Liu Chenyu was thinking wildly, the second round of the microphone competition had already decided the champion. This time, the winner was a quick-eyed male reporter, and he asked himself without waiting for the host's signal: "Jiang Shuiyuan, I am Li Xianming, a reporter from Huaifu Evening News, and I contacted you before, and you said that you want to prepare for the competition." Now that the most difficult game is over, I think there should be time, right? My question is, there are rumors that you can recite the "Thirteen Classics" and "Twenty-four History" in full, is this true?"

"It's just a rumor, why take it seriously?" Jiang Shuiyuan didn't move.

"But in the debate just now, you clearly quoted a large part of the original text of the "Old Tang Book" and "Book of Jin", and everyone heard it with their own ears, could it be said that you made it up casually?" Li Xianming was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Shuiyuan's perfunctory behavior.

"Oh, those paragraphs happen to be something I've seen before, so I'm a little impressed, but I didn't make it up out of thin air. "In the face of the accusations, the source of the river remains calm.

Li Xianming frowned: "I don't know why Jiang Shuiyuan deliberately kept his head in obscurity, but according to the results of my previous investigation, you quoted a lot of the original text in the "Old Tang Book" as an example during the competition with Pingqiao No. 2 Middle School. After the other party expresses doubts, he can even directly point out how many pages of a certain argument are in a certain book! In the next few games, there are also cases of reciting the Analects, Mencius, Shiji, and other classics in large paragraphs. I'm afraid all of this can't be explained by just 'just having seen it', right?"

"Uh...... Maybe it's because I happen to have read more books?"

"You ——!" Li Xianming was so angry by the lazy scoundrel of Jiang Shuiyuan that he was so angry that he didn't know how to ask again.

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled slightly: "If this reporter Li has no questions, then please ask the next audience to ask questions." However, I hope you can pay more attention to the other debaters on the stage, such as Senior Brother Fu Shouzhang, the calm and steady chief general of our Huai'an Mansion Squadron, Senior Sister Chen Di, a second debater who is smart and eloquent, Senior Brother Zeng Ping, a free man who talks endlessly and must have words, and the opponent's defense friend who is not guilty of war although he failed. You can't turn an interactive session where everyone participates into a press conference where I sing a one-man show, right?"

The audience couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

Although Jiang Shuiyuan said it first, the next questions still came straight to him seven or eight times out of ten. Everyone was so enthusiastic that the original 10-minute interactive session was doubled, and many people still felt unfinished and pinched the microphone and refused to end. You must know that in the past 20 minutes, the other debaters on the stage have not been able to take their turn to ask a question, and the rest have been covered by Jiang Shuiyuan, and they have answered straight to the point that their mouths are dry and exhausted, and they feel that they are not so tired from participating in the debate competition.

It's good to say that the audience is about to disperse, Jiang Shuiyuan, Fu Shouzhang and others packed up and were about to go out, when they saw Liu Chenyu, Wu Zichen, Pu Xiaoxiang, Wu Yangzhen and others standing at the door. Before he could say hello, Wu Yangzhen asked loudly: "Handsome senior, why don't you ignore that reporter who doesn't know what to do? If you give him face, maybe he can give you a special page in the Huaifu Evening News!"