"Good!"

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The writers also applauded.

"It's superb!"

"Yes, the whitest skill is simply too deep now!"

"Sure enough, it's professional, I just wanted to write about Qinyuan Chun, but after listening to Mr. Bai's song, my song is simply not the same. ”

The location host walked up to Zhang Bolin and deliberately asked, "Teacher Zhang, what do you want to say about the most white teacher's Qinyuan Spring." ”

Zhang Bolin smiled, "What can I say, I want to see it, the whitest poem must be the winning work of this year's Winter Fair, and the number of votes will not be low later." ”

I said most modestly, "Bolin, don't give me hatred, I'm the beginning, like you, it's the second brick, and the hope of winning the championship depends on everyone behind." ”

Zhang Bolin smiled, "The whitest, your modest fault can be corrected, in my opinion, the top three you and the straw rope they all have to wrap up, don't you say?"

I shook my hand and didn't speak, but judging from the smile on his face, he also agreed with Zhang Bolin's words.

Xiao Lu Tanhua said, "Bolin, this means that you don't have a chance to participate, if you have a chance, the top three must have a place for you." ”

Hima Rush also said, "Yes, Bolin, you still say that you are the whitest and modest, and you are more modest than him." ”

I said the most whitely, "The straw rope really speaks to our hearts, you have no way to participate, otherwise you can be worse than us, your quatrain just now is good." ”

No one in the writers' group spoke.

The host didn't speak.

Jiao Yingqiu, who was standing next to him, didn't say anything.

Except for the occasional laughter of fans at Zhang Bolin's jokes, no one else said anything.

Shan Baiyu rolled his eyes and said to Piaotang, "What's the matter, as for touting each other so much? and still winning the top three, I really doubt that this winter outing is still not organized by our newspaper." ”

She herself is a fan of Chenyang, and Chenyang's song "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" just now is obviously better than my whitest writing, but now these people directly exclude Chenyang.

I was not happy in my heart, and Shan Baiyu didn't care if anyone heard it, so he complained directly.

Piaotang hurriedly shushed, "Be quiet, don't be heard." ”

Shan Baiyu snorted, "I'm not stupid, besides, what can I do if I hear it, what I said is the truth, this question was not prepared for them in the first place, and I won't let it be said if it's unfair." ”

She said this in a loud voice, Rao was in a mess around, but it appeared as a discordant voice, and it was still heard by everyone.

The words are only half a paragraph, but everyone still knows who they are talking about, because not only Shan Baiyu, but also Qiu Lang, Fighting Volley, Wen Xia, Jiao Yingqiu and many other writers think so.

If it were a different occasion, Zhang Bolin and I would be the whitest, of course, there would be no problem with them complimenting each other.

But today is the Winter Parade organized by the Capital Daily, in other words, it is their internal sorority, and the competition is also only for internal writers.

The three of you who are professional in poetry come to participate in this kind of competition, which is already a plug-in.

But we didn't say anything, just joined, and a few more people could have fun.

But now it's the first song, and a few of you have decided the top three, so what about us?

We're here to foil you!

I know you guys have a good relationship, but can you be a little polite!

Although Shan Baiyu's words are a bit impulsive, this definitely represents the voice of most people.

For a while, everyone's eyes were on Shan Bai Yu, but except for Piaotang's eyes with worry, everyone else looked at her with admiration and admiration.

Chenyang was also amused by this girl.

He originally thought that Wen Xia was the most nervous and impulsive person in the whole world, and the girl who was emotional Mountain Bai Yu looked quiet and quiet, and her temper was even more impulsive than Wen Xia.

Is it true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, or newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, or newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?

Someone smiled.

Someone was smiling wryly.

Someone shook their heads and laughed silently.

But even though everyone was laughing, the atmosphere was clearly wrong.

Fans also sniffed it and quieted down.

In the audience, only the cameraman didn't hear it, and the camera switched back and forth between the fans and my whitest, and sometimes even gave the camera to Jiao Yingqiu and Wen Xia, who followed the editors.

Obviously, this is not to affect the live broadcast.

However, just as the cameraman was desperately trying to change the topic to the audience watching the live webcast, I smiled and said, "It seems that there is a little sister who can't wait." ”

Smiling, he handed the microphone up, "Then let's ask this little sister to compose a poem for everyone, and everyone applauds and welcomes!"

Bang bang bang.

Applause rang out.

The cameraman had just cut the camera somewhere else, and he had to cut the camera to the most white of all words.

In front of the camera, I was smiling the most, and I didn't get angry at all because of what Piaotang said.

But people with a little social experience know that I am the whitest This is to knock the mountain white feather, so I changed the meaning of her words, and cast a net on the spot to fish out the mountain white feather.

Poetry?

Write poems behind you?

Isn't that a class that can't do anything about it?

Can't wait?

Can you get some face!

Sugary eyes reddened.

Fighting the volley also snorted coldly.

Wen Xia was even more angry, she didn't like me the whitest kind of person, on the surface, she pretended to be big-bellied and kind and very close to the people, but in fact she was small-bellied chicken intestines.

Now, when I heard that I dug a pit for Shan Baiyu, I was even more disgusted with him, and was about to go out, when Jiao Yingqiu next to me pulled her, "Don't make trouble, this is a live broadcast." ”

Others saw it, but no one wanted to come forward.

Don't say that there is a camera here, but there is no camera staring, this kind of activity everyone also likes hello, hello, hello, everyone, not to mention that I am the whitest and Zhang Bolin are all well-known in the literary world.

Coming out?

Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

This is not the time!

Chenyang didn't say anything, he wasn't afraid, but he thought this girl was a little interesting and wanted to watch it.

Bang bang bang.

There was a round of applause.

As soon as the camera cut, the netizens who watched the live broadcast could only see the scene of everyone applauding after I said this sentence in the whiteest.

The writers' troupe applauded.

Fans are cheering.

The overall atmosphere looks more harmonious.

Shan Baiyu snorted, took the microphone and walked up, and said unceremoniously, "I'm not a professional poet, and I didn't think about the top three, and I didn't write the next poem, but since it's up, let's read it to everyone, I hope you don't mind." ”

As she spoke, she began to recite, "Song of the Goose"

"Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky. ”

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”