"Next, let's invite today's challengers, Ye Zhe, Rong Yahe, and Murong Xingguo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info and our special guests, Zhang Zao and Wen Zihua, give them a round of applause. ”

Hearing Haiqing's words, there were bursts of cheers at the scene. The game they've been waiting for for so long is finally coming.

Has it begun? Listening to the voice on TV, many netizens who were paying attention to Zhang Zaiwen Zihua's game became excited. Is Zhang Zai really able to slap his face again like before.

Ning Yu hurried from school to home. Glancing at the time on the wall, he breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, it caught up. looked at his father sitting on the sofa, and rushed over without taking a breath. "Dad, give me the remote."

Ning Ze just wanted to speak, but before he could open his mouth, he saw his son throw away his schoolbag, and then snatched the TV remote control from his hand. By the time he reacted, his favorite movie channel had already left him. "Look at you in a panic, can this TV still run?" Looking at his son's tiger appearance, Ning Ze sighed.

"Dad, look at this, this looks good." Listening to Ning Yu's words, Ning Ze turned his gaze to the TV. National Poetry Congress? I've glanced at it twice before, but that's not his liking. So he didn't take this show to heart.

"How do you know it's good-looking?"

"There is Zhang Zheng, he wants to compete with the professor of the Qinghua Chinese Department on the same stage."

Zhang Zai, this name is quite familiar, I seem to have heard it there.

"You like to watch Zhu Xian so much, Zhang Zheng doesn't know who it is?"

Ning Yu woke up the dreamer with a word.

"I said how the name feels so familiar." Ning Ze patted his head. I used to put this person on my lips every day, but now I want to see the true face of Lushan. As a result, there was confusion.

"But isn't he a student? How did you come to participate in the poetry conference? Ning Ze was a little puzzled.

"Dad, are you going back to Mars to visit your family this month?" Ning Yu rolled his eyes. There was already a lot of news in the microcircle, but his father didn't know it. This made Ning Yu feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Don't talk to me, say." How dare the son despise Lao Tzu? On the contrary, thinking of this, Ning Ze slapped Ning Yu on the head. Besides, if I could go back to Mars to visit my family, you would already be a second generation.

"I'll tell you later. It started right away. Looking at Zhang Zai and Wen Zihua, a few people sitting on the stage. Ning Yu quieted down. Even if it's potato chip time, he doesn't want to waste it.

Ning Ze looked at his son's expression, and when the words came to his mouth, he finally swallowed them back. Instead, he sat on the side and watched TV with his son with peace of mind.

"Hello everyone, I'm Rong Yahe, a sophomore in high school. I am very happy to be able to come to this stage and discuss poetry and literature with so many confidants.

The first to appear was Rong Yahe, who briefly introduced herself and walked up to the challenge seat. Generous and generous, won a round of applause.

"This girl looks so good."

"yes, it's not very good-looking, but it looks comfortable. It's better than the impression I had on those influencers. ”

"The belly is full of poetry and books. If you're anything like her. If we read poetry and books, we will have a similar temperament to this little sister. A knowledgeable person reminded me.

"To have this kind of temperament, how many books do you need to read? I'd better rest. ”

"Upstairs, Rong Yahe's temperament is the best kind, it can't be done quickly, I know that the temperament of obscenity and obscenity seems to be able to be achieved quickly, you can try it,."

"Hehe, I believe in your evil."

While a few people were chatting, Rong Yahe had already answered three times correctly. Nine-square grid, twelve-square grid. There is also a question of the upper and lower links. Received a score of sixty-five points.

"Hey, this little girl is good."

"Yes, it's all sixty-five points, and it's only three questions."

Slowly, the audience became nervous. Every time I see Haiqing there to ask questions. They all subconsciously raised their hearts for this little girl named Rong Yahe. Hopefully, this girl will be able to answer more questions and earn more points.

"Rong Yahe, congratulations, you have answered three questions correctly and obtained sixty-five points. Next, please continue listening. ”

Please answer the previous sentence "Don't dare to ask anyone". Just when the audience was talking, Haiqing had already said the next question.

"The 100-member group ...... answer questions."

Five seconds later, Haiqing looked at Rong Yahe. "The contestant answers."

But Rong Yahe rarely hesitated. Looking at the screen in front of him, he didn't move for a long time.

Haiqing looked at Rong Yahe with some surprise, although this topic seemed to him to be a little strange, but it was not very difficult. He didn't expect to stump this little talented girl. Could it be that the little girl wants to sink into the sand on this topic?

Haiqing was surprised, the audience didn't mention their hearts. Although there was not much contact, they still hoped that the little girl would go further.

Just when the time was about to expire, Rong Yahe suddenly realized that she was hurriedly lighting on the electronic touch screen.

"You have to be right." Many people were praying in their hearts.

Finally, at the last second, Rong Yahe completed her answer. It's just that there is no sadness or joy on the face, so that the audience can't guess the ending.

"Teacher Haiqing, my answer is that I am more timid in my hometown, and I dare not ask anyone." Rong Yahe reported her own answer.

Zhang Zai, who was on the side, heard Rong Yahe report this answer very clearly, and heard the exhalation sound in the audience very clearly. Zhang Zai knew that most of this kind of voice would only be manifested after people let go of the big stone in their hearts. And now the only one who can let them do this is Rong Yahe.

It seems that this Rong Yahe is quite popular. Zhang Zai smiled faintly. Holding hands and looking lively.

"Xiao Yahe, I just saw you hesitating. What's wrong? ”

"Teacher Haiqing, in fact, I remember this poem very clearly. It is Song Zhiwen's crossing of the Han River. The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring. The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. ”

"It's just because I just paused, and then I couldn't remember anything. It was only when the time was about to expire that a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind. Rong Yahe smoothed her chest, she was still a little nervous.

"Good thing you had a flash of inspiration. Otherwise, I feel sorry for you. It's not a difficult question. ”

"Alright, let's see how many of the Centurs you've defeated." After Haiqing finished speaking, he set his eyes on the hundred-person answering group behind Rong Yahe.

Then twenty-four cities, representing twenty-four people, were in ruins. This means that Rong Yahe has just scored twenty-four points again.