"How can a poetry contest also give out trophies! It's so uncreative, it's like a sports competition."

Qin Feng looked at the first place trophy of modern poetry in his hand with disgust, and kept muttering in his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shortly after he finished his recitation and stepped down from the stage, the results of the first final were announced.

The first naturally belonged to him without any doubt, Tao Zhen was second, and Sun Yuanyuan, a beautiful young woman from Tsinghua University, won the third.

In the envious eyes of everyone, he went to the stage to receive the reward, but the prize was a little shabby, and each person had a crystal trophy.

Of course, the size of the trophy is different, the words engraved on it are different, the color is slightly different, and each person issued a set of collector's edition of "Zizhi Tongjian", which is a bit cultural.

Naturally, the books will not be handed out to the hand, there are too many! There will be a special person to deliver them to your door within a day or two after the dinner.

So now he can only carry the trophy with one hand and walk back to a few teachers step by step, and that look of no concern at all makes many people around him itch.

Especially Tao Zhen, looking at the first trophy in his hand, his eyes were red with jealousy.

"Bring it to me, let you wander like this again, you have to break this trophy!"

As soon as he walked to the teachers, the trophy was snatched away by Principal Li.

Don't think about coming back for this trophy anytime soon!

However, he didn't have much interest in this thing, and it was okay for Principal Li to save the burden.

"Qin Feng, what are you going to do with this set of Zhonghua Book Company's collector's edition of "Zizhi Tongjian?"

Principal Li snatched the trophy, and Teacher Yu set his eyes on another prize in his hand.

When he asked this, Mr. Yu's eyes lit up, and his intention was naturally self-evident!

"I don't have time to read this series of books for the time being, so I'll give it to you, and make the best use of it, and when they send it, I'll go directly to your home."

Qin Feng was also happy and generous, and he gave this set of books to Teacher Yu very happily.

"Then what's embarrassing, you can just call me when you go back, I'll let Cheng Liang drive to get it"

"It's okay, don't bother Brother Cheng, he still has to go to work, and the books can be delivered to school in a day or two, anyway, I have to go to the conservatory every day, and I took it by the way, it's a very simple thing."

"It's okay, it's really convenient for you to drive"

Teacher Yu nodded in response, and the folds on his face were completely stretched out with a smile.

"You two old guys, why are you embarrassed to speak?

Teacher Gao couldn't stand it anymore, and began to laugh and tease Principal Li and Teacher Yu.

But at the same time, her eyes were shining with the trophy, and she obviously regretted that she was late.

Professor Lin also had a remorseful expression, and he also liked the "Zizhi Tongjian" series very much, but he was a little thin-skinned, and he was still thinking about how to speak, but he had already been preempted by Professor Yu.

"Hello everyone, the first modern poetry competition has been successfully concluded, and the second ancient poetry competition will start soon,......"

When Qin Feng and several teachers were talking excitedly, the host's voice came to their ears again, and everyone's attention was immediately attracted to it.

On the stage, the host had already started the introduction of the second game, and seeing this scene, Qin Feng asked Principal Li:

"Principal Li, do you still want to participate in the next two ancient poetry competitions? After all, I have already won a championship, should I leave some thoughts for others?"

"Are you sure you will get a good ranking? After all, ancient poetry is different from modern poetry, if you are not sure, then forget it."

Principal Li still didn't believe that Qin Feng was a poetry generalist.

The rest of the teachers also looked at him with some doubt.

Although they knew that Qin Feng could write ancient poems, they didn't have a few works, and they didn't know what the level was.

"You can rest assured that there is no problem, as long as I participate in this competition, then I will not run first! Let's put it this way, my ancient poetry level is not worse than modern poetry, or even stronger."

Qin Feng said this with a hundred times more confidence, and he almost wrote a few big words on his face.

What he said was so happy that several young scholars around him who were preparing to participate in the ancient poetry competition were terrified when they heard it, and they said one by one:

"You're still participating in the competition! Are you embarrassed? Don't let others live! Don't come in and stir up!"

But it often backfires, and now even Qin Feng is unwilling to participate, and Principal Li will not agree!

"Participate! Since you have the ability, why don't you participate? Who thinks that there are too many honors? Go and get these firsts back to me, and I will double the bonus for you when you go back to school."

Principal Li was about to jump up with excitement, and when he mentioned the first, his eyes were as bright as a five-hundred-watt light bulb, and he didn't care about the resentful and protesting eyes of the other young scholars around him.

"I think it's better to forget it! I'm a little embarrassed to let me grab the light first, it's easy to offend people!"

Qin Feng was a little hesitant, he had already noticed the eyes of the young scholars around him.

"Are you kid still afraid of offending people? Are you offending fewer people? Hurry up! Go and grab this first one back for me, otherwise your leave for next semester will be halved."

After Principal Li lured, he then resorted to coercion.

"Okay, since you said so, then I can only participate! It's just that I'm really a little sorry for the rest of the contestants, the strength is not on the same level at all, isn't this bullying!"

After deciding to participate, Qin Feng immediately began to tremble.

"Hahaha"

Seeing him like this, several teachers burst out laughing.

……

When he decided to participate in the competition, on the other hand, the host also introduced the rules of the competition and other things, and began to collect the entries, and most of them have been collected.

Seeing this, Qin Feng didn't wait any longer, walked straight to the writing desk, leaned over and began to write the entries.

His action immediately made all the young scholars participating in the competition feel cold, and then stared at his movements, and scolded angrily in his heart:

"Hey, grandson! Why are you everywhere? Modern poetry is not enough? Come and rob us again! Dude, how much energy has been spent preparing for this competition, do you know? You come in at every turn to stir up trouble, it's too immoral!"

Almost all of the contestants were staring at him with hatred.

Others smiled helplessly.

These people have either dealt with Qin Feng, such as Gong Xiaofeng and the opponents of the Modern Poetry Competition.

Or just a few people who understand their own accompaniment positioning.

The rest of the people at the scene also saw Qin Feng's actions, and many people were paying attention to him, and they were a little stunned and surprised when they saw this scene.

"This little guy is going to participate in an ancient poetry competition! He can't still be good at ancient poetry, is he? That's too exaggerated."

"Hehehe, I don't think it's strange if anything happens to him now, this kid is a freak, and he can't be treated with common sense at all"

"I hope he will participate in all three competitions, with his talent, he will definitely be able to come up with wonderful works, then we can also feast our ears."

"That being said, don't you think the rest of the contestants are too unlucky?

"Hahaha, really, they're really unlucky!"

……

Several judges saw Qin Feng's actions for the first time, and a hint of joy immediately flashed in their eyes, it seemed that another good work was about to appear.

"Lao Lu, Lao Liu, have you read Qin Feng's ancient poems?"

"He rarely publishes ancient poems, I have only seen the song "I would have ,...... my heart to the bright moon", this is still his joke work satirizing Liu Fuxiang's master and apprentice in the cross talk world, and there is nothing else"

"Don't say it, that poem is really good, but it's too inappropriate, and it's a good poem."

"Hehehe, isn't it, this kid always uses poetry as a weapon, and the same is true of that "Answer", which is really loved and hated!"

"I don't know what he will come up with this time, I'm curious"

"It shouldn't be bad, you can see that he has a good foundation in ancient poetry in the couplet just now, if there are classics to appear, it would be great"

With the chit-chat of several judges, the host had already collected the works of the rest of the people, and only Qin Feng was still working hard to write.

Soon, Qin Feng also put away his pen, signed his name, and sealed the envelope, and immediately handed it over to the host.

The race is on!

The atmosphere in front of the stage suddenly became much more tense, and many young scholars who participated in the competition were staring at the five judges, waiting for their verdict.

Only Qin Feng still had a very relaxed expression, and swayed back to the side of several teachers.

"How's it going? Are you sure this time?"

As soon as he stood still, Principal Li asked anxiously.

Now he pays more attention to the results of the competition than Qin Feng, in his eyes, these are all school honors worthy of special attention, and he can't be sloppy at all!

"You're good at it! There is no problem at all in entering the semi-finals, even if you win or lose in one round, the level of this poem is enough to win the championship"

Qin Feng responded with confidence.

"So confident, read it to us, and let us have a sneak peek."

Teacher Gao interjected, obviously itching.

The rest of the teachers nodded in agreement, and then looked at Qin Feng, hoping to hear his work.

"Let's wait for the results to be announced, it's a bit inappropriate to read it out now, after all, there are still other contestants"

Qin Feng smiled and pointed to a few young scholars not far away, as if he was thinking about them.

Hearing this, the contestants rolled their eyes one by one, you have to think about us, how good it is not to compete! Why should this cat cry mouse fake mercy!

"Okay, let's wait, it won't take a few minutes anyway"

The teachers also noticed those unfriendly eyes that looked at Qin Feng, so they didn't recruit him again.

While they were chatting, several judges had already started their judging work.

This time, there were more than 20 participants, and each judge was assigned four or five manuscripts for review, and the progress was relatively fast.

As the judges opened the envelope, pulled out the manuscript paper, and looked at the paper, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and many contestants clenched their fists, stared at several judges tightly, and fine beads of sweat could almost be seen on everyone's forehead.

……

On the judges' bench.

Several judges carefully reviewed each manuscript, and their eyes showed surprise or relief from time to time, and of course, more often than not, they were as calm as water.

At the same time, the pens in their hands also left their comments and opinions on the manuscript paper from time to time.

Occasionally, they would look up and smile at the many contestants.

At this time, it is the time when the contestants are most nervous, which means that the works in the hands of the judges have been approved by him, but everyone does not know whose work it is.

The review process was carried out quickly, and the manuscript was constantly rotated in the hands of several judges.

The joy on the judges' faces became more and more intense, especially when their eyes fell on Qin Feng's face, and their eyes were full of endless appreciation.

Seeing this scene, everyone understood that Qin Feng's work had been unanimously recognized by the judges, which made every contestant angry, it seemed that this grandson had already snatched a place in the semi-finals, and the rest could only compete for the remaining four seats.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Qin Feng with hatred, even Gong Xiaofeng's gaze was a little unkind.

And Qin Feng is old god is suffering from these unfriendly gazes on the ground, and he is willing to do it.

Several teachers also learned from the frequent patronage of Qin Feng by the judges that the semi-final places have been won!

Now waiting for the results to be announced, and this ancient poem is unveiled, even if it is not read out in public, Qin Feng can recite it to them in private.

……

Another ten minutes passed.

The judges finished their judging work and are discussing together, apparently unanimously deciding to enter the list of five people in the semi-finals.

The contestants were even more nervous, except for Qin Feng, of course.

The list was soon released, and Professor Lu walked onto the stage with the prepared list, ready to start reading it.

All eyes were on him, as were the cameras and camera lenses in the hands of reporters.

"Hello everyone, now I announce the list of ancient poetry semi-finals, they are, Yan Junshan, a young teacher from the Chinese Department of Renmin University, his entry is the seven-word ancient poem "Winter", congratulations"

"Yay!"

A cheer sounded not far from Qin Feng, and he saw a buddy waving his arms there in celebration.

"Young poet and writer, Fan Yi, his work is the five-character ancient poem "Mountains and Forests""

The cheers rang out again, and someone was rejoicing.

"Qin Feng, a sophomore from the University of Technology and Business, who previously won the first place in modern poetry, his work is the seven-character ancient poem "Momei"

Before Professor Lu finished speaking, several of Qin Feng's teachers were already overjoyed and began to celebrate in a low voice.

Qin Feng also cracked his mouth and laughed non-stop, the taste of success was awesome!

The rest kept staring at them with envy or jealousy.

As the three spots were assigned one after another, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and the remaining contestants knew that their opportunities were running out, and everyone was looking forward to hearing their names next.

But most people are destined to be disappointed, and Professor Lu's voice once again reached everyone's ears.

"Gong Xiaofeng, a doctoral student majoring in ancient literature from the Department of Chinese at Peking University, his work is the seven-word ancient poem "Morning of Muye""

Hearing the news, Gong Xiaofeng also shook his fist excitedly.

Hope is even slimmer, and disappointment, even despair, has begun to creep in among the contestants.

At the same time, everyone is still looking forward to the last ray of light, and their eyes are still firmly fixed on Professor Lu in the center of the stage.

"A young poet from "Poetry Magazine", Dong Zihui, his work is a five-character ancient poem "Drinking Alone on a Snowy Night"

"Yay! that's great!"

The last list was released, and a cheer immediately rang out.

"Hey————!"

At the same time, it was accompanied by a sigh of disappointment.

At this point, the list of semi-finals is all out, and the second final will kick off soon. (To be continued.) )