Yang Fan staggered to his seat, enjoying the adoring eyes floating from all directions, a little fluttering.

This New Year's Day party, because of Yang Fan's song "Yuan Day", made the atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new to the most.

Coupled with Yang Fan's strong rise, everyone's interest in the ranking of this party came up all of a sudden. Even if Yang Fan has less time than these people.

The current state is worse than it was just now. The people of the writers' association, with their own influence, have completely occupied the top 15 positions, and the people who want to squeeze in the back, the nearest one, are 500 votes short of them.

"Teacher Yang really deserves his reputation, this poem is really amazing!"

"That is, Mr. Xiao Yang is the golden sign of our literary frequency, let's go out to report his name in the future, and there is a light on his face. ”

"Hehe, you see those people in the association, just looked like a bull, and now, I don't even dare to say anything, it's really fun!"

"That's right, that group of people just don't clean up, relying on their own titles, they don't know how old they are, riding on our heads all day long, now I know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

Even sitting in the corner of the party, people with literary and artistic frequencies also felt a little more excited. Whether it's a colleague you know or someone you don't know, cheer for Yang Fan. As for Li Ming and Yun Anchor, they didn't say a word with a black face, they knew that if they said a few sour words now, not to mention whether Sun Fatzi would punish them, these colleagues would definitely not have anything to do with them again.

Besides, in their hearts, they actually feel that Yang Fan's poems are better than the group of people in the association.

Sun Fatzi walked up to Yang Fan with a smile and patted Yang Fan's shoulder heavily, his face trembled, but it was difficult to hide the joy on his face, "You kid can, my grandson didn't misunderstand you, the young man has a future, go out and give you a bonus." ”

After saying these words with a smile, Director Sun put his mouth in front of Yang Fan's ear again, and explained in a low voice: "Thunderstorm didn't report your name just now, sorry." However, I think it's good not to report your name, after all, you don't have a relationship with your superiors. Of course, the copyright aspect is definitely yours, and your name will not be forgotten on the written materials of this contest. ”

As soon as Lao Sun explained this, Yang Fan's heart felt a little uncomfortable.

"Why are you so confident, the male host above asked you to canvass for votes, and you kid is still pretending to be deep?"

Seeing Lao Sun's hatred of iron and steel, Yang Fan smiled and added, "That's not necessary, leader." The audience present is not blind, everyone can see the quality of my poem, so why should I fight for such a false name. If I really go to canvass for a false name, then what's the difference between me and their group?"

Yang Fan said as he pointed to the people in the association, shook his head, and his disdainful expression was overflowing.

"Besides, I don't think art should have so many utilitarian colors, and sometimes I even think that art should be pure, and those who engage in art should have a more stable mind, so that they can write good works. When Yang Fan said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, as if he had forgotten that he was almost thundering just now.

Liu Yan on the side interjected: "You are young, you have seen this kind of thing thoroughly. ”

Sun Fatzi let out a long sigh, secretly admired Yang Fan in his heart, and said naturally: "Xiao Yang, don't you think about what ranking you can get?"

"In fact, Xiao Yang suffers, who plays first in this game, who has the greatest advantage, and has more time to get votes. Those people now have at least four or five thousand votes, and the gap between Xiao Yang and them is too big. And now it's less than half an hour, even if Xiao Yang's poems are of better quality than those people, it is estimated that this time they can only admit it. ”

Liu Yan analyzed calmly, and colleagues from other literary and artistic frequencies couldn't help but look at the time when they heard this, and scolded and scolded.

"I'll go, this is too shameless! With the level of Mr. Yang's poem, it is completely deserved to be the first place!"

"That said, this damn voting mechanism is not fair at all. The group of people in the Writers' Association are also really, and they keep saying that they are professionals, and they don't want to face at all, and they finally see their ugly faces. ”

"Then what should I do, if Mr. Xiao Yang wants to catch up with their votes now, I am afraid it will be impossible. ”

Everyone was holding their breath in their hearts, and they were so depressed. What an irony that a poem that is obviously very good can't get the ranking that matches it.

Just as everyone was talking, the little girl Huang Yu squeezed through the crowd and struggled to Yang Fan's side.

Director Sun...... And everyone, are you there?" said Topaz with a big grin, but there was not a trace of timidity.

"Why did you go and come back now?" asked Sun Fatzi, this girl is not simple, people come over to gild, and he has to take care of safety.

"The shameless things of the Writers' Association, this kind of thing has also been done. Of course, I went out to canvass for Brother Yang. The little girl looked at Yang Fan with her little eyes, and she looked shy.

"How's the number of votes, does Xiao Yang have a chance to catch up?" Sister Zhang was babbling on the side, as a big voice with literary frequency, she was also very concerned about the outcome of this matter.

Even the other frequencies turned their eyes on them.

The little girl took out her mobile phone, pointed to the voting interface, and said in a relaxed tone: "When I went out, Brother Yang's poem came out, and it was only five minutes, but in such a short time, the number of votes has risen to more than 2,000 votes, I estimate that we have half an hour, we should be able to get a ranking, maybe if you are lucky, it may not be necessary to get a top 10!"

She took out her mobile phone and shook it, Yang Fan's eyes were sharp and she saw the messages below, more than four or five hundred messages, which was enough to prove that his popularity was already very high.

"This is not true, Teacher Xiao Yang slapped his face strongly, and the group of people in the Writers' Association probably don't have much face to continue, right?"

"Damn, why are these people so thick-skinned, I don't know, I don't know, I still pretend to ignore Teacher Yang Fan, I really don't have any grace at all, what kind of cultural person, I'm sorry, it's really embarrassing for literary and art workers. ”

"Look at Mr. Yang, he has a master's demeanor at a young age, he is just 20 years old this year, and on the stage of thousands of people, the typhoon can be so stable, it is really a seedling of a natural host. ”

"Please, big brother, isn't the focus here, okay? Our top priority now is to vote for Teacher Yang Fan, okay?"

"Although I don't know who Yang Fan is, his poem is really well written, and I announce that I will become a fan of Yang Fan from now on!"

"Me too, I have to turn!"

"I think it's a little ironic, I just heard that they want to evaluate Mr. Yang Fan's poems, so you guys are appreciating, what kind of ability is it to pretend to be dead there now. ”

"Don't pay attention to them, that group of people just can't eat grapes and they think the grapes are sour, and if they don't have the ability to fart, they will compare. ”

"This is a slap in the face, to be honest, they are really rampant now, and it is time to rectify it. ”

"The literary literacy of the poem "Yuan Ri" is so high, and the fools of the Writers' Association actually said that Mr. Yang is a layman, and he really can't spit out ivory from his mouth. ”

"What can they know, let's not worry about them now, let's vote for Mr. Yang first, otherwise if Mr. Yang can't suppress the number of votes, I don't know what the newspaper comments say." ”

"That's right, brother, let's hurry up and vote, and when the time comes, slap the face of the association, it's very comfortable to think about, hehehe!"

The comments on the Internet were very hot, but Director Sun was helpless.

"Alas, it's ironic that I should have won the first place, but now I can't even get the top 10. ”

"Xiaoyu, look at the more than 2,000 votes now, how many can you rank?" asked Liu Yan, she didn't know the bottom in her heart.

"If I look at it, it's one hundred and twenty-one, and the number of votes is 2,421. ”

"But maybe we'll be able to catch up. ”

is still ranked outside the top 100, and Yang Fan feels a little uncomfortable in his heart. After all, such a good work can't get a good result, this is simply a proper slap in the face.

Sister Zhang was a little indignant, "It's too unfair, those of them were able to vote from the beginning, and now an hour and a half has passed, and the highest number of votes has reached more than 54,000 votes, we only have less than half an hour, and it's too much of a loss! Besides, there are still many people on the Internet who have been kept in the dark and voted for them in a daze, and now it is too much to calculate carefully." ”

The little girl Huang Yu said with a serious face: "I believe in Brother Xiao Yang, the poems written by Brother Xiao Yang are so good, they will definitely come from behind and come out on top." ”

Sun Fatzi also comforted: "That's right, you can't give up until the last moment, just like the two programs in our station, when Xiao Yang first came, everyone said that he couldn't do it, but he didn't have it in just two months, and he got the listening rate of the midnight horror column to the top 3." Besides, "Interesting Story Collection" took him four or five days to win a stable top 2 listening rate, which seemed incredible at the time, but he still didn't do it all, so we must not give up!"

"That is, according to the growth of Xiao Yang's votes, I don't think it is possible to enter the top 10, even if it is the top 5. After all, in addition to the high number of votes for the top three, and the fourth place is only more than 20,000 votes, we still have a great chance. ”

"It's not so good, as long as we can get the top 10, we can at least hang on our faces, and it can be regarded as winning glory for our provincial radio station." ”

"That's right, but now it's up to God to say yes. ”

"Alas, what do you say this is called, it's a pity, you say, if Yang Fan can win the first place in this competition, then the reputation of our provincial radio station will be high, and when the time comes, we will go out and have face. ”

"Don't daydream, I didn't see that people Xu was doing things, they were already about to have 60,000 votes, and the general trend was no longer able to catch up. ”

"Then, why don't we send a representative and take turns to go out and have a look, it's better than sitting here and waiting to be killed now!"

"I think it's okay, but who are you going to send out, those security guards at the door are watching very closely, let's change a few new faces!"

A group of people began to discuss there, but Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. He felt that it was completely unnecessary.

This is an eternal quatrain from another time and space! It is a poem specially born for the day of New Year's Day. To put it mildly, even if it is a poem that has been handed down from the ages in their time, it is estimated that there is no difference between it and the one he just recited.

The system is produced and must be a high-quality product.

Besides, this kind of thing to maintain a sense of mystery, Yang Fan feels very enjoyable. When the time comes, a large number of people present will be shocked, so how much satisfaction can his vanity get?

In a word, in a word.

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip away!