"Waiter, add two plates of French baked snails, a medium-rare sirloin steak, and a pan-fried foie gras."

"Li Da Troll, I haven't paid the manuscript fee yet, don't be so ruthless......" Yu Xian looked at the longer and longer bills, thinking about the balance in his bank card, there was almost only a little interest left......

"Ah, it hasn't arrived yet? Forget it, I originally wanted to pack a few more servings of shark fin soup and rinse my mouth. Li Dafen took his arm from behind Yu Xian to the other side and patted his shoulder, "What's the matter, it's interesting enough, right?" ”

"Li Da Troll, you're enough, don't tease the salted fish." Xu Tao smiled a little speechlessly.

"By the way, what do you think about salted fish?" Xu Tao put a piece of cut steak into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Consider what?" Yu Xian took a sip of his cocktail.

"What else can there be, just that obscene invitational?"

"Poof...... Ahem, it's the 'Yilin Poetry Invitational Competition', don't you know that Yilin is such a famous magazine? Xu Tao smiled and squirted out a small piece of beef that was obviously bitten.

"I want to ...... Let's participate in the competition, after all, Mr. Zhang has done this, right? Yu Xian took out the A4 paper from his trouser pocket, a little crying and laughing.

This piece of paper is an invitation letter stamped with the exclusive seal of "Yilin" magazine to invite Yu Xian to participate in the "Yilin Poetry Invitational Competition".

As for why there is such a thing, the girl who handed it to Yu Xian said that it was Mr. Zhang who submitted Yu Xian's work to the magazine "Yilin" and won the award.

Originally, Yu Xian was still grateful to Mr. Zhang, but when he bought a copy of "Yilin" magazine and found the song "When Will the Bright Moon Be There" written by himself, that gratitude changed instantly.

——The mark below the poem is: Yu Xian/Teacher Zhang Huiyin of Pengcheng Vocational and Technical College instructed the work.

"Salted fish, you have thought about it, this competition is not a big competition, and what is Teacher Zhang clearly wants to use your talent to gain a wave of fame." Li Dafen swept the clouds in a gust of wind and put the two plates of freshly served French baked snails in his belly.

"It doesn't matter, after all, I wouldn't have received this invitation without him helping me submit, right?"

Yu Xian actually didn't have much interest in this competition, but the invitation letter said "This competition will be broadcast live on the Funny Fish platform at that time", which made Yu Xian immediately interested.

Live broadcast, isn't this also a good publicity channel? Not to mention whether you can help promote your songs or novels, at least you can rely on this live broadcast to earn a wave of salted fish value.

With enough salted fish value, you will have the opportunity to draw very useful items like the "Fresh Fish Time Capsule", and if you are lucky, you may even be able to directly extract permissions, potentials, attribute points, and so on......

"That's right, but the game is on Thursday, and the venue is still in Yangcheng, the provincial capital." Xu Tao obviously has something to say - what about the course?

"Well, I don't listen to those classes on Thursday afternoon anyway, if the roll call is then, just call me out."

"Oh yes, I'm going to look for a part-time job on Thursday, and my job is also up to you, little Taozi!" Li Dafen wiped his greasy mouth with a napkin and grinned.

"I ...... I'm still staying in the dorm waiting for you to come back. Chen Xu meant that he was still playing game boosting lists in the dormitory as usual.

"Okay, okay, I don't care if you fail the course at the end of the term!" Xu Tao helplessly supported his forehead, who made him never skip class.

……

Thursday afternoon.

Yu Xian came to the competition site of the "Yilin Poetry Invitational Competition" alone.

There are five rows of seats on the left side of the competition site, and there are no 20 seats in rows, and here sit 100 readers who are selected from the readers of Yilin magazine to score the judges.

On the right are three high-looking seats, with three standing cards with their names written on them. They are all poets and writers who are slightly famous in today's literary world.

At the back of the center are ten transparent tables and chairs arranged in the shape of a crescent moon, which is where the contestants sit.

Each of these tables has a monitor in the center of the table, next to which a black electronic pen is used, on which the contestants are required to write poems.

Finally, in the opposite direction of the contestants, there are camera equipment and hundreds of seats.

Overall, the scene of this game is still very exquisite, but for Yu Xian, it is a little disappointing.

Yu Xian thought that he was the kind of person who held a microphone to compete in poetry, but if that was the case, he could speak freely and advertise himself by the way.

The reality deviates too much from expectations, not to mention sitting in the seat, writing poems or handwriting, saying that it is a contestant, in fact, there is no difference from the background of soy sauce.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the game officially began.

No, to be precise, the live broadcast officially began.

A young woman in a red grapefruit-colored cheongsam walks unhurriedly from the backstage to the center of the stage in her high heels.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the readers and judges of "Yilin", the three commentators, and the friends who watched the live broadcast of Funny Fish, good afternoon!"

As soon as the opening remarks came out, the vast majority of people at the scene applauded cooperatively.

"I am the host and Li Yue, the deputy editor-in-chief of Yilin magazine." The host put his hands on his lower abdomen and bowed slightly.

"First of all, thank you for coming, this 'Yilin Poetry Invitational Competition' is exclusively titled and broadcast by Yilin magazine. Friends who are watching the live broadcast, if you like poetry and literature, you can scan the QR code under the screen to follow our official account and get the first time to get advice about "Yilin" magazine. ”

"Gotcha! Now it's a wolf's den! After listening to the host's long words, Yu Xian understood - this is clearly that "Yilin" magazine wants to use the live broadcast platform of Funnyfish and this so-called "invitational competition" to promote themselves.

What ten contestants, they simply ran over as a foil, as a gimmick.

"Let me first briefly introduce the three judges sitting here. Teacher Ma Yunlong from the Sichuan and Shu Poetry Association——"

Ma Yunlong stood up and bowed, and the others applauded together.

"Teacher Liang Feifei from the Cantonese Poetry Association——"

"Liang extraordinary? ......" Yu Xian almost blurted out when he heard the name. It's a pity that there is no such stalk in this world, otherwise the applause will definitely have to be replaced by laughter.

"Teacher Yu Huizhen from the Demon Capital—"

The only female guest judge stood up, bowed slightly, and then sat down to the applause.

"Okay," the host adjusted his body back to the direction facing the camera, "and the next thing is the rules of this 'Yilin Poetry Invitational Competition'......"