Ye Shengxue was a little confused by Chen Yefeng's sentence "You man" just now, and after reacting, she also began to ponder her poems intently.

And Li Zheng looked at the black and white words in his hand, and then secretly looked at the words written by Tao Lu next to him......

In such a comparison, he only felt that his self-confidence had been hit!

People are all at once, they look like each other, what are they?

What about the shell lang pushing the dung ball?

If this thing is handed in......

Isn't it embarrassing to throw yourself at your grandmother's house, and you have to be ridiculed by the goods next to you?

No way!

I must not be embarrassed in front of my girlfriend, Chen Yefeng shook his head, crumpled the paper on which he wrote the poem and threw it on the ground, and then buried his head and secretly learned from Tao Lu, stroke by stroke, and wrote slowly.

It's just that when he got serious and wrote slowly, he found that what he had written in a few minutes just now had not been written in ten minutes until now.

Just halfway through Chen Yefeng's writing, people began to hand in the papers one after another.

Looking at the person who handed in the papers, Chen Yefeng looked at the words he wrote again, and finally sighed.

After all......

How can a good handwriting be practiced overnight?

Ugly is a little ugly, but it's good......

Compared to just now, at least you can see what the words are, right?

The competition should only be poetry, and it shouldn't be idle to compare the beauty and ugliness of words, right?

But...... What if you want to compare?

Forget it, someone else writes one, and you write two!

Quality is not good, quantity is to make up!!

Anyway, these two poems don't exist in this world now, and no one knows about writing them.

Well......

And so it did!!

After making up his mind, Chen Yefeng also kept doing it, and picked up the pen and wrote another poem in the remaining blank space of the white paper.

Tao Lu next to him frowned in surprise when he saw Chen Yefeng, who had started to write again.

This person......

Seems like something?

Or is he just trying to pretend?

If you really just want to pretend to be forced, then you have to really have real materials.

After all.

This is a place where ordinary people may not be able to compete in literary contests.

As someone handed in the papers, the judges and teachers also began to make comments together.

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Well...... Nie Xinxin's words are still pleasing to the eye, although she is a girl, but the words written are full of masculine beauty, this song "Plum Blossom" is also extremely good, yes, yes......

I think this poem can be rated 8.8 points. ”

"I think it's a good word, and it rhymes when it reads, but it goes against the original meaning of this proposition, and people can't understand the artistic conception, I'll give 8 points."

"Well, I feel the same way, no matter what, this poem is still so bad compared to this proposition, and I also give 8 points."

"Tao Lu is as good as ever, this song "Winter Snow" is full of positive style, which can make people feel that kind of artistic conception!

Well...... I think I can give it an 8.8 out. ”

"Why don't you rate it a 9?" Tao Lu is Tao Xizhi's granddaughter, and in his heart, although his granddaughter's poem is not perfect, he can also have a high score of 9 points here.

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"Haha, this is your old Tao's granddaughter, of course you will give a high score, but ...... If you want to be recognized by all of us, your granddaughter's song is indeed not qualified. ”

"Indeed, although the artistic conception is okay, it is still somewhat full of flaws, and overall it is still a little bit worse, if I score it, it is 8.8 points at most"

"Huh? This poem is good, yes, who wrote this? Was it written by Li Muge? ”

"Li Muge!? Is that the student who is known as the genius of Kyoto? ”

"Yes, this student is very talented, I think it's good, the artistic conception and meaning of this song "Flying in the Sky" are also quite sufficient, and I can give 9 points."

"Nine points seems a bit too high...... Tao Xizhi said.

"It's not high, but I do deserve that score here."

"Well, yes, it's also 9 points for me, this poem is a rare good product at their age, Lao Tao, you don't have too much personal emotions as a judge."

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When the last contestant had finished handing in their answers, everyone looked at the judges' table in front of them.

Watching the teachers on the judges' table staring at the delivered answer sheets, they exchanged their heads and ears, or pondered, or sighed, or appreciated.

A group of people were extremely apprehensive in their hearts.

It is a great honor and honor for them to be recognized.

What is it for?

Isn't it just to be recognized and prove your efforts?

Each of these old professors is the mainstay of the Chinese literary circle, and they are quite prestigious.

"You're nervous right now?" Chen Yefeng looked at Ye Shengxue and asked softly.

"Of course I'm nervous, what if I'm eliminated!" Ye Shengxue glanced at Chen Yefeng.

"Actually, I'm nervous too."

"What are you nervous about, people may not be able to recognize the words you write."

Chen Yefeng: "......"

This Nizi, you must educate her well another day!!

The wait was long and boring, Chen Yefeng naturally put his hand into his pocket, but when he touched the empty cigarette case, he sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Tao Lu looked at Chen Yefeng who sighed for no reason with some strange feelings.

"It's nothing ......" Chen Yefeng took a deep breath, he couldn't tell her that he suddenly wanted to light a cigarette to pass the time.

This kind of boring and long wait, if you don't smoke a cigarette, it is really very lonely for an old smoking gun like Chen Yefeng.

After all.

The long wait is lonely after all.

When Chen Yefeng looked in the direction of the judges' bench and watched an old man with gray hair smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he suddenly felt an inexplicable envy in his heart.

Why can't you smoke in the competition, but these judges can't smoke, isn't that a privilege?

He even felt the urge to get up and walk towards the old man to smoke a cigarette.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Shengxue hugged Chen Yefeng's arm and looked at him curiously.

"I'm looking at the old man who smokes."

"What do you think he's doing?"

"I want to smoke with him, otherwise it will be too boring to wait."

Ye Shengxue: "???"

……

Looking at Chen Yefeng with a serious face, Ye Shengxue stretched out his white and tender little hand and gently put it on his forehead, and muttered in his mouth: "Strange, there is no fever, why did you start talking nonsense?"

"What are you doing!" Chen Yefeng's face was dark, and he grabbed Ye Shengxue's little hand tightly in his palm, "I'm telling the truth!! ”

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