On the second day, there were obviously fewer talents, but there were more people watching, and even the contestants who were eliminated yesterday came to the pomp and circumstance to see who was the biggest talent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xingzhe naturally has to do his best to win this championship, because his success or failure is still burdened with the fate of the Feng family. At first, he obviously didn't plan to help the old man protect the Feng family, but unconsciously, he didn't know why, and there was no way not to protect the Feng family.

When he returned to Feng's house yesterday, Xingzhe found that his bedding had been changed, and the maid told him that he had changed Xingzhe with the eldest lady and the second lady.

For some reason, Xingzhe felt that his eyes were a little moist. For so many years, he has lived alone, and no one has ever cared whether he is dead or alive, let alone someone changing his bedding.

Xingzhe lay on the bed with the quilt on his head for a long time, feeling the breath and warmth of the sun, Xingzhe was very satisfied.

A vague feeling arose in Xingzhe's heart, perhaps it was this vague feeling that allowed Xingzhe to fight to protect the Feng family.

"The rules of today's competition are very simple, but it is not simple to do, the examiner is me, with the theme of any thing I propose, give a poem, and then the judges will score, the person with the highest score wins, and the competition begins!"

It seems that Xingzhe and Qin Yu are both behind, this kind of boring game, Xingzhe can't stand it at all, and he sits on the chair and starts sleeping.

Qin Yu kept looking at Xingzhe and felt that it was amazing, he could sleep while sitting. He didn't know that sitting and sleeping is a necessary skill for every student, just like typing without looking at his phone, it is a self-taught mastery.

The competition of the talents is in full swing, and some people keep coming on the field and some leaving, and the stipulated time is 30 minutes, and each contestant waits for the 30 minutes to pass before handing in the papers, so the game is unusually slow.

"Next, Xingzhe. ”

"Yes...... Here it comes. ”

Xingzhe yawned and sat down in his seat for the exam with sleepy eyes, and the audience laughed loudly.

"The question is a willow tree by the lake, let's start answering the question. ”

Do you still need to think about this? Xingzhe picked up the brush and began to draw on the paper at random.

"What's the matter with this kid?

"This kid definitely can't write, I guess he wants to draw and play for a while. ”

"This Xingzhe is well-known in Zuiyue Tower, and writing poetry should be what he is good at. ”

The judges were talking, and not only that, but even the people watching the competition couldn't restrain their speculation, they all wanted to know whether Xingzhe was full of money or gave up on himself.

After a while, Xingzhe handed the paper to the judges, "I've written it, you can take a look." ”

"What are you writing about...... No, it's a good poem, come to the county magistrate, take a look, it's a good poem. ”

As if he had obtained a treasure, the young man suddenly became interested in Xingzhe's ugly words that made people doubt his life, and handed the poem written by Xingzhe to the county magistrate next to him.

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

Syllable!

After reading Xingzhe's affairs, the county magistrate slapped the table hard, "Good poetry, he really deserves to be a romantic talent, what a rare talent." The one over there, don't write it, if you don't have any ideas, we'll judge Xingzhe Gongzi to win. ”

The opponent is very unwilling, but there is really nothing he can do, even if he has heard the poems "created" by Xingzhe, there is no way to write better than him, so he can only admit defeat.

He Zhizhang's "Yongliu" is an indispensable masterpiece in the nine-year compulsory education, and as a good young man in the 22nd century, Xingzhe can completely memorize it backwards.

"I don't know if the son can choose a name for this poem, the old man wants to take it home and frame it. ”

The gray-haired old man finally spoke, his voice as low as Tarzan's.

"No problem, sir. ”

Xingzhe casually wrote the word "Yongliu" on the paper, and then shamelessly wrote down his name.

I have to say that writing with a brush is too painful for Xingzhe, writing is already ugly, and writing with a brush is even uglier.

It was Qin Yu's turn, and as expected, this solved the opponent easily and chicly, and it seemed effortless and unusually easy.

Eight into four has already competed, and there are still two games to decide the winner, Xingzhe speculates that there is a chance that it will be this.

The title of this question is "Peony", and Xingzhe once again crushed his opponent with a song "Appreciating Peony" by Liu Yuxi.

"The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. ”

Xingzhe didn't guess wrong, the final duel was really between him and Qin Yu, this guy has real talent and learning, if he encounters some more partial topics, then Xingzhe will definitely lose.

"It's difficult to compose a poem on the other party's topic, and if you do it first, even if you win, because you don't know each other very well, so this question will test your ability to play on the spot, and your ability to observe, and now the finals begin!"

As soon as I heard the title, Xingzhe knew that it was over, this kind of poetry that writes really hasn't been studied? The main thing is that no one has written it.

But when Xingzhe saw that Qin Yu was also looking at him with a lot of confusion, he breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Qin Yu can't get along and describe his poems in a short time, and he should be that kind of rigorous person, with his understanding of himself, if he wants to write a poem, it is estimated that he can't even make up the first two sentences. It seems that it was the right choice to avoid this before, and it really helped to stay away from.

Since it can't be written in a short period of time, let's make it up now, depending on the character, whoever makes it up first will win.

"More than eight feet tall, delicate facial features, mouth and nose. The folding fan is gently shaken in his hand, and the handsome guy has been the base since ancient times. ”

Xingzhe couldn't help but read out the poems he came up with, and it was still faster to read than to write, and now that the competition starts, every minute and second is very important.

Xingzhe himself didn't expect that his IQ would be so online at a critical moment, and he made up a poem at once.

The judges listened to Xingzhe's poem, although they didn't understand the last sentence, but the first three sentences were obviously written about the handsome guy Qin Yu holding a folding fan opposite, and the rhyme was also very good.

The judges unanimously decided that the poems created by Xingzhe were qualified, and the final winner of this talent conference was ...... Xingzhe!"

Oh oh oh ~

The crowd began to cheer, and although Xingzhe had nothing to do with them at all, they still did not hesitate to cheer for the stranger.

"You're awesome. ”

Qin Yu patted Xingzhe on the shoulder, smiled and left Bibo Pavilion, as if all this was actually not important to him.

Can't guess the, this is Xingzhe's new definition of Qin Yu, it seems that he can't escape the label of.