"That's it, that's how the organizing committee replied, so I advise you to come back next year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In front of Tang Qian, the security guard opened his mouth and handed him the notice.

"Really? Isn't there a chance at all? Tang Qian asked, although he had already expected this result, but when he heard this result, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"This is the vice chairman's words, I'm afraid it's really not good. If you really want to participate in the New Concept Essay Contest, come back next year. If you can be shortlisted this year, you will definitely be able to next year. The security guard opened his mouth and comforted Tang Qian.

"Okay."

Tang Qian showed a wry smile, he is already in his third year of high school this year, and he will be in college next year. The New Concept Essay Contest stipulates that only high school students can participate.

So there is no next year at all, and there will be no more opportunities in the future.

With this wry smile, Tang Qian walked out of the building of the Faculty of Letters, and logically speaking, Tang Qian should not be particularly concerned about whether he could participate in this competition. But perhaps due to the influence of the remaining souls in this world's body, Tang Qian was still a little annoyed and a little pity.

After walking out of the building, he found a place to sit at the gate for a long time before sighing and walking towards the outside of the school.

But soon he lifted his spirits, although he couldn't participate in this competition, but there are so many works in his previous life as a foundation, what ancient poems, modern poems, Han Han's novels, Baby Anne's novels, and so many online novels, even if he can't participate in the competition, it doesn't mean anything at all.

So soon, his mood improved, and he began to think about what would happen after he went back.

As he walked outside, he was suddenly blocked by a crowd in front of him, and a large crowd in front of him gathered together, as if they were discussing something.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone also knows that the two-day New Concept Essay Contest was held in our school, and many seniors and celebrities in the literary world came, even the chairman of the Writers' Association. I have a poem in my hand that the chairman is learning to write in our hand, but I only wrote three sentences, and the last sentence was not written by the chairman at once. If you can match it, you will get the first prize of our literary club in this activity. ”

In the middle of the crowd, a man stood on a high platform and spoke.

"Literary Society?"

Hearing this man's words, Tang Qian stepped forward and became a little interested. He listened to the conversation of the audience for a while, and then he realized what was going on.

It turns out that the university's literary club is now engaged in activities, and the content of the activity is to write poems, and the poems written by the chairman of the organizing committee of this new concept essay contest, that is, the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association.

Tang Qian is not particularly interested in the content, but he is very interested in the prizes, and I heard that the person who writes on the supplement can get the first prize, and the first prize will be rewarded with 500 yuan.

Five hundred yuan is not a lot of money, but for Tang Qian, who is now running away from home to participate in the competition and has not much money on him, it is already a lot of money.

So he also came to the front to see what kind of poems the chairman of the writers' association wrote.

"Everybody's watching."

The man on the high platform spoke, and as he spoke, he lifted the red cloth behind him, and then a blackboard appeared, on which were written three lines of poetry.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces!"

"What kind of poem is this, this is not a poem at all."

"That is, can this be called poetry? What a mess. ”

"You're not mistaken, this is a poem written by the chairman of the Writers' Association?"

When they saw this poem, everyone was in an uproar and immediately screamed. Everyone thinks that this is not called poetry at all, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, what the hell is this? Can this be called poetry?

"Don't argue, this is what the chairman wrote, after he came to our school, he saw the fallen leaves and felt the poem he wrote, but he only wrote three sentences, and he didn't write the last sentence. So this is our topic today, whoever can write the last sentence will get the first prize. The man from the literary club on the high platform spoke.

Hearing his words, everyone fell silent. Since it was really written by the chairman of the writers' association, there is naturally nothing to say. But these three sentences are really beyond common sense, can this be called poetry? It's a little too hard.

There was silence for a long time, and not a single person in the crowd came forward. The man from the literary club on the high platform seemed to have expected it, and didn't say anything, just quietly watched everyone.

But the quieter the atmosphere, the more people can't think of it, and everyone thinks that this poem is inevitably too difficult for ghosts to come up with.

"I figured it out."

At that moment, a voice rang out, and a man walked to the top of the platform.

Everyone hurriedly looked towards this figure, only to see a young man who was more than seven meters tall, carrying a schoolbag, and some immature teenagers walked to the high platform, it was Tang Qian.

"Chairman, shall we go to the organizing committee now?"

Inside a car, the driver spoke, and an old man in his fifties and sixties in the rearview mirror said.

"Yes, although I'm just named, I'm still the chairman of this tournament after all, so it's better to check it out when I have time." The old man nodded.

The driver nodded and drove towards the location of the organizing committee. But halfway through, he was stopped by a crowd.

"Chairman, the crowd in front of you seems to be doing something, I'll get out of the car and take a look, and let them make a way out." The driver spoke.

"Hmm." The chairman nodded.

The driver got out of the car and came back shortly after: "Chairman, it seems that a literary club is engaged in activities in front of you. ”

"The activities of the Literary Society? What activities? The chair asked.

"They're looking at the three-line poem you wrote at the opening of the New Concept Essay Contest that day, as if they were saying that there was a prize for the fourth sentence." Driver's Road.

"Oh, hehe, these students are really interesting." The Chairman spoke.

He remembered the events of that day, after attending the opening event that day, he saw the fallen leaves on the campus, and suddenly became interested, and wrote three sentences. But these three sentences made him a little embarrassed, because even he couldn't get the fourth sentence right.

However, when he heard that the people in the literary club in front of him were engaged in activities on this fourth sentence, he didn't feel embarrassed or anything, but was very curious, and wanted to see if anyone could say it.

He felt that no one should be able to come out, after all, even he couldn't come out.

"Can anyone come out?" The chairman asked with a smile.

"Yes." The driver nodded.

Hearing this, the chairman was stunned: "Can someone come out?" ”

"Yes, it seems to be a freshman, and now he walks up and says he can come out." The driver said.

"Then, let's go down and have a look."

The chairman said, and hurriedly got out of the car, he never expected that even the verses that he couldn't pronounce himself, someone here could actually do it.

He was also very interested in what that person could do.