Field.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ye went back to his seat.

The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club was pushed to the highest point by a song "Water Tune Song Head", everyone became more and more excited, and they were too interested in the final results of this poetry competition, and now the top ten are all Meng Dongguo and their writers' associations, and even the eleven and twelve are gradually occupied by them, in an overwhelming advantage, but Zhang Ye's outbreak makes the results of the event full of suspense and uncertainty!

"Teacher Zhang, amazing!"

"Good job! I didn't embarrass our literary frequency!"

"The Writers' Association is silent, aren't they? Let them be scared! Now they're all honest!"

"Ha Luha, Mr. Xiao Zhang, remember to sign my name when I go back, I have to keep it for collection. ”

The people of the literary and artistic broadcasting were all sitting in one area, and as soon as Zhang Ye came back, everyone gave him a thumbs up, even if Tian Bin, Jia Yan and Wu Datao were not dealing with Zhang Ye, they didn't dare to say anything at this time, and they couldn't say it, and they were also stunned by that poem!

Zhao Guozhou was originally sitting on the outside, but at this time, he patted a few subordinates around him and changed seats with them, "Xiao Zhang, you have once again impressed everyone!"

Zhang Ye said: "Xie Lu Xie is definitely the leader. ”

Zhao Guozhou asked: "Why don't you canvass for votes?"

"No need, right?" Zhang Ye felt that he didn't need to, "Everyone is actually not stupid, everyone also has the ability to appreciate art, if they think my poems are good, then they will vote for me, and if they think other people's poems are good, they will vote for them, and it doesn't make much sense to canvass for votes, this is not a talent competition, but an exchange of pure literature, or pure is better." "The head of this guy is high-sounding.

Wang Xiaomei said: "You can see it." ”

Zhao Guozhou said to the frequency of literature and art: "How many places do you think Xiao Zhang can win? Teacher Xiaomei, what do you think?"

"If you want to talk about me, in terms of the quality and literariness of the work, Mr. Xiao Zhang must be the first, of course, this is just my personal opinion, that is, I don't know if other listeners buy it, Vice Chairman Meng Dongguo's poem is also very good, and some people may think that one is better, it is possible. Looking at the watch, Wang Xiaomei praised the woman on her wrist, "Besides, there are only more than twenty minutes left." ”

"Twenty minutes?"

"Oh yes! The voting is almost over!"

"Oops, that's no fun, I can't catch up!"

Everyone is a little sorry, what an amazing song, but because of time problems, they can't get good results!

Later, Sister Zhou of the Literary Broadcasting returned alone, in order not to block the sight of the people behind, she bent over and walked lightly, and squeezed in as soon as she arrived here, "Let one go, Liu'er, Zhou'er, let the eldest sister pass." In a blink of an eye, he came to Zhang Ye's side, "Hey, are you also there, leader?"

Zhao Guozhou said, "Why did you go?"

"Pretended to go to the bathroom. Sister Zhou took her mobile phone and said: "I actually want to show Xiao Zhang the voting results, there is no network in the auditorium, so I can only watch it outside." ”

Aunt Sun paid attention: "How is it?"

The other people from the art station also turned their heads sideways, eager to know about the road.

Sister Zhou took her mobile phone and pointed out to them that there is no network now, but the information and webpage before the disconnection can still be seen, "Xiao Zhang's "Water Tune Song Head" has caused a sensation, three minutes ago he finished reading the poem, and the website staff just added the voting option to it, "Water Tune Song Head" has more than 900 votes, you look at the evaluation, the comments of netizens are going crazy, and the comments are all fried!"

The phone screen shows a dense number of messages.

"God!"

"It's invincible!"

"Do you want to be so powerful?"

"Who is Zhang Ye? Why haven't I heard of this teacher before?"

"I heard me right? I seem to have heard that Meng Dongguo and a member of the Writers' Association wanted to criticize and comment on Zhang Ye's poems?

"I laughed, I really laughed!"

"Writers' Association, these funny people!

"Ha Luha, I have always supported Teacher Zhang Ye, I think in the future, who will dare to say that Teacher Zhang Ye can't write poetry? I think in the future, who will dare to say that Teacher Zhang Ye's works are not literary!"

"FOR THE TEACHERS OF THE WRITERS' ASSOCIATION, I ONLY HAVE THE SAME FEELINGS AS I NOW!"

"If the people who can write the words "Water Tune Song Head" don't understand poetry, then no one in the whole world understands it, and the people of the Writers' Association lack the heart, right? What about the vice chairman? I want to ask you now, do you not understand literature or Teacher Zhang Ye does not understand literature?"

"Go vote!"

"Yes, don't talk nonsense, it's important to vote first, it's almost out of time!"

"The sailors have gathered! Although we may not be able to catch up, the difference is too far, but who have we been afraid of? None of us are scared! Even if we are single and weak, we must contribute to Teacher Zhang Ye! If nothing else, we will have the courage to fight for Teacher Zhang Ye's spirit of loving whoever we love! We can't be cowardly!"

"It's coming!"

"Sailor check-in!"

"The vote has been cast!"

"My big knife is **** again and again!"

Zhang Ye's fans have come to support, and countless other people who have only known him for the first time have been moved by "Water Tune Song Head" and have supported it!

……

"It's only nine hundred votes?" Zhao Guozhou frowned.

Sister Zhou said: "It's just a matter of a moment, it's already a lot, right?"

"Sister Zhou, how many is Xiao Zhang now?" Wang Xiaomei asked.

"Before I disconnected from the Internet, it was 925 votes, ranking 41st. Sister Zhou spoke for Zhang Ye: "It looks a little low, but it's only a few minutes, if you increase the speed, it is definitely much more than those people in the association, Xiao Zhang is really amazing!"

Forty-one, Zhang Ye was not very satisfied.

Aunt Sun sighed, "Alas, I must not be able to catch up, don't think about it, people have accumulated two hours, we only have more than 20 minutes, which is too much, and those people in the association are all hundreds of thousands of fans, how many fans does our teacher Zhang have? ”

Sister Zhou smacked her lips and said: "Then there is hope, many listeners have just heard it, maybe they haven't had time to vote, there will be more and more, I think Xiao Zhang can compete for the top ten! No, the top six should also have hope!" took out her mobile phone, "You see, except for the first place Meng Dongguo, the number of votes is 37,000 far ahead, but the back is greatly reduced, the sixth place is 11,000 votes, I think Xiao Zhang Teacher definitely has a play to catch up! No matter how bad the tenth place is, it is 8,500 votes, and he can't enter the top six, the top ten should be able to enter, right? I think it's no problem!" ”

The editor of a literary radio said: "It's okay to be in the top ten, at least it can break the monopoly of those who are members of the association, and it can be regarded as winning glory for our frequency." ”

"That's right!"

"God willing!"

Everyone also accepted this helpless reality.

Sister Zhou suggested: "I think let's go to the toilet in shifts, go to five at a time, go to five at a time, and vote for Teacher Xiao Zhang, the higher the ranking Xiao Zhang gets, the more glorious our frequency will be! I have already voted for Xiao Zhang just now!"

Zhang Ye was sweating profusely, "Don't do it, I thank you for it, I really don't need it!"

What is this word?

This is Su Shi's word!

This is the famous "Water Tune Song Head"!

I have to rely on my colleagues to pretend to go to the toilet and cast one or two votes or a dozen votes to get ranked? This is too cheap, this is too much, so that people in the world can't laugh to death when they see it! Anyway, Zhang Ye can't afford to lose this person! If everyone really can't appreciate this song, can't appreciate this song "Water Tune Song Head", Zhang Ye can't do anything, and there is no way if the number of votes can't go up.

No matter.

Leave it to your fate and see the results.

Zhang Ye has done everything he can do, and he has worked hard to work hard, now can this great work of Su Shi help him turn the situation around, and can he help Zhang Ye step on the faces of the people of the Beijing Writers Association to correct his name, all he can do is wait, and leave everything to the people to judge!

Five minutes......

Ten minutes......

Time flies, even if Zhang Ye is looking forward to giving him a little more time and giving the audience a little more time, the watch will not stop, and it will soon be two o'clock!

"Okay, now the voting is closed. Zhang Huo announced: "Let's wait for the staff of the notary office to count the final votes, and in this interval, we are reviewing the previous classic poems." ”

As soon as the recording began, the poems of Meng Dongguo and Zheng Anbang Da Lei were all replayed.

Soon, a man and a woman from the Chengdong District Notary Office walked up with a book jacket, "It's already OK." ”

The hostess Sun Mengjie said with a smile: "The comrades in the notary office have been counted, and I can't wait to know the results of the road, I have to take a look first." ”

She immediately stepped forward.

Zhang Huo was also too curious, and also looked at the ranking in the hands of the notary.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Zhang Huo and Sun Mengjie were stunned on the spot, stunned!

When I saw the appearance of the two hosts, there was a commotion at the bottom, and I couldn't figure out what was going on, so I became even more curious!

"What's wrong?"

"Exaggerated grades?"

"Could it be that Vice Chairman Meng's poem votes are too far ahead?"

A female comrade in the notary office held the microphone, "At 12:00 on September 8th, as of 14:00 in the afternoon, after the notary Li Hai and Zheng Meihong of Chengdong District supervised the notarization, the number of votes for the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference is fair and valid, and I announce the top ten in the competition!"

Zhang Ye concentrated.

Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei did not squint.

Meng Dongguo Dalei and the others were relatively relaxed, they thought there was no suspense.

"Tenth place, Little Red Mushroom, "Aunt Yue'er", the number of votes - 9,300 votes!" said the female notary.

Hearing this, Da Lei smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations, this is a poetry meeting, you can get the top ten in writing fairy tales, which shows the skill of the little red mushroom teacher." ”

Little Red Mushroom said, "Come on, don't hold me." ”

The notary continued: "Ninth, Da Lei, Untitled, votes - nine thousand eight hundred votes!"

Little Red Mushroom said happily: "See, you are better than me, who said that your poetry audience is small? ”

Da Lei shook his hand modestly, "I'm actually not very satisfied with this poem, I didn't write my style and artistic conception, and it's normal for everyone's response to be low." ”

……

"Fourth place, Zhou Anyi, "Looking at the Moon", 16,000 and 1 votes!"

So far, the fourth to tenth places have been read, without exception, they are all people from the Beijing Writers Association, and none of the poems of netizens have been selected into the top ten!

"It's time for third place!"

"Nervous, who could it be?"

"Why didn't you hear Zhang Ye's name?"

"yes, could it be third?"

"It's not that high, he only has more than twenty minutes to vote, no. ”

In everyone's discussion, the female notary read out the third place, "Third place, Zheng Anbang, modern poem "Mid-Autumn Festival", the number of votes ...... 19,822 votes!"

What the?

Zheng Anbang is the third?

Sister Zhou was anxious, "What about Xiao Zhang! Why is there no Xiao Zhang!"

Tian Bin said: "No need to ask, it must not be in the top ten." ”

"There is a shady scene! There must be a shady scene!" Sister Zhou said angrily: "Xiao Zhang didn't even enter the top ten? Who believes it! What a good poem!"

"Alas, it's still an empty bamboo basket. ”

"Yes, it's just that the time is too rushed, otherwise the result is really hard to say!"

There are people who regret the frequency of literature and art, some sigh, and some who are not satisfied with this result!

But when the female notary pronounced the second place, everyone was silent, and it felt as if they had suddenly been muted!

Second place, Meng Dongguo, "Mid-Autumn Festival Rainy Night", the number of votes ...... Forty thousand and fifty-eight!"

Second?

Meng Dongguo is the second?

There was already an uproar in the audience!

Meng Dongguo was also stunned, how could it be!

Da Lei and Zheng Anbang glanced at each other, and a bad premonition suddenly came to their hearts!

Everyone also had a stunned thought at this time, Meng Dongguo is not the first? Who is the first? Who is the champion of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting?

The female notary paused for a moment, raised her head and said aloud: "The first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, Zhang Ye! The number of votes is ......" Speaking of this, the female notary also brought a trembling tone, in fact, she and her colleagues have just looked at the votes and rankings, but now that they look at it, the female notary still feels incredible, "The number of votes for "Water Tune Song Head" is ...... One hundred and fifty-eight thousand six hundred votes!"

One hundred and fifty thousand?

150,000 votes??

I'll rely on you five grandmothers!

When the audience heard this, they were already shocked!