Because it was a weekend, Cheng Qingge came back from breakfast early in the morning, and the sisters in the dormitory were still there. As soon as he entered the door, Cheng Qingge bumped into their surprised gazes.

Under everyone's gaze, Cheng Qingge pretended to be calm, walked to the middle of the dormitory, put breakfast on the table, and greeted: "Come on, please have breakfast." ”

The three sisters smelled the fragrance and passed, and while flipping through to see what was delicious, they continued to look at Cheng Qingge with mysterious eyes.

"Oh, it's not normal, is this still our lazy little princess? Wake up so early and invite us to breakfast? ”

"That's right, is the sun coming out in the west?"

After saying that, everyone giggled.

Cheng Qingge guessed that they would not let go of the gossip, but he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Zhang Xiaoqian whispered while eating: "I actually saw it a long time ago." She went to breakfast with Wu Jiahao early in the morning. ”

The other two let out a "wow" at the same time.

Zhang Xiaoqian winked at her again: "What's the matter, what we said yesterday, could it be that the words we said yesterday inspired you?" You're ...... early in the morning."

Cheng Qingge hurriedly said: "Oh, what's the matter, I can't stop your mouth when I eat." I was pulled up by Wu Jiahao early this morning to discuss the literary club competition. I got up early this weekend, I'm about to die, I'm going to go to bed and get some sleep, don't bother me! Eat obediently. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the two of us met purely for business. ”

Zhang Xiaoqian listened to it, but still winked at Cheng Qingge mischievously: "Hey, it's business." If there is a lot of business, it becomes a private matter. ”

Cheng Qingge thought to himself, what is this, the matter of the competition is still confused. Thinking that I don't know how to write poetry, I don't know where to help. He simply climbed into bed and did not refute.

Everyone saw that Cheng Qingge was a little preoccupied, so they stopped teasing her and obediently ate breakfast.

Later, I don't know who led the way, and I started to talk about the TV series I watched recently and the male stars in the play, and after a while, we chatted enthusiastically again. The three of them used the computer to open the hot search while eating, and began to watch various news and videos about idols. Chatting while eating, it was a lot of fun.

Suddenly, a program played in the video attracted Cheng Qingge's attention. The video of the program is a fragment of CCTV's "Classic Chants" program, in which famous poems are adapted into songs and sung. In this issue, a teenager dressed in white sang Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" in the center of the stage.

Cheng Qingge looked at it, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind: poetry contest, poetry conference...... Wait, is it also possible to make the participating poems into songs first, and then recite them after singing? Anyway, it's better than standing there and reciting alone, right? If you want to win a prize in the competition, you must have extraordinary creativity, and the form is the simplest and most direct breakthrough after all......

Thinking of this, Cheng Qingge suddenly jumped out of bed, rushed to the table, and followed everyone to watch the video.

Everyone thought that Cheng Qingge was also a fan of this idol, and praised her for her good vision.

Cheng Qingge laughed to himself there. I had an idea.

In the afternoon, the backbone group of the literary club suddenly issued an urgent notice for the evening meeting, the content of which was the same as what Wu Jiahao said when he came to Cheng Qingge in the morning, that is, he was about to participate in the poetry recitation competition, and he hoped that everyone would brainstorm together. It seems that Wu Jiahao still hasn't come up with any good ideas.

Cheng Qingge remembered the idea that came up with watching the video in the morning, and she was a little complacent in her heart, admiring her whimsical idea, so she had never seriously participated in the activities of the literary club, and suddenly decided to participate in this brainstorming meeting in the evening to help Wu Jiahao solve this urgent need.

At half past seven in the evening, when Cheng Qingge pushed the door on time and walked into the conference room of the "Home of the Club", he found that it was already full of people, and Wu Jiahao was sitting in the middle with his brows locked. Cheng Qingge greeted his classmates politely, and sat down in a corner. Wu Jiahao obviously spotted her at a glance, and his expression was a little surprised, but soon he showed his signature sunny smile at Cheng Qingge, and Cheng Qingge also nodded at him quickly.

In other words, Cheng Qingge has not participated in several activities seriously since he was pulled into the literary club by Wu Jiahao, so he is really a strange face when he looks at it. However, there is one person she still knows, and that is her classmate, Ma Xiaoya, the department of journalism. She was sitting next to Wu Jiahao, and she was communicating with Wu Jiahao in a low voice from time to time. Cheng Qingge then remembered that Ma Xiaoya, who was only a freshman, was now one of the deputy editors-in-chief of the Literary Society.

Zhang Xiaoqian once gossiped with Cheng Qingge about Ma Xiaoya's deeds in the literary club. At that time, she gave up the opportunity to do everything possible to attract her to the school dance troupe, which shocked the jaws of many fans and was determined to enter the literary club. Later, with the help of her family's advantages, she successfully helped the Literary Society to attract some sponsorship of activities, and she directly became the only freshman among the associate editors. According to Zhang Xiaoqian, the reason why she worked so hard in the Literature Club was only for Wu Jiahao.

Seeing that the people were almost there, Ma Xiaoya cleared her throat and said something to please be quiet. Cheng Qingge came back to his senses from the fugue at this time.

I saw Ma Xiaoya turn her head sideways and nod and smile charmingly at Wu Jiahao, and then began to preside over the meeting.

Cheng Qingge looked at Ma Xiaoya's confident and shining appearance, and suddenly thought that he liked a person with such great power, which could make a person's whole body emit dazzling light. Just like Ma Xiaoya at this moment, her smooth speech, subdued tone, and just the right expression made her the focus of the entire venue in an instant.

However, why has this kind of power never appeared in his body? In Cheng Qingge's body, on the contrary, after liking someone, he will always make himself small and humble.

Soon the meeting entered the stage of free speech, but probably because of the suddenness of the incident, everyone was silent, and occasionally someone spoke, that is, to recommend their own poetry works, hoping to represent the school in the competition.

Wu Jiahao's brows were still locked, and Cheng Qingge took advantage of the fact that no one spoke for a while, so he found an opportunity to say: "I have an idea for everyone's reference." Let's discuss whether this is appropriate. ”

With Cheng Qingge's speech, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the small corner where she was. Looking at Wu Jiahao again, his face was full of expectation. Only Ma Xiaoya, who was sitting next to her, didn't seem to be so friendly.

Cheng Qingge didn't think much about it, and directly threw out his thoughts: "I don't have a work to recommend, but I thought of a form of competition, have you all watched CCTV's program "Classic Chants", which perfectly combines classical poetry and music? I was wondering if we could also refer to this program to innovate when we participated in the poetry recitation competition, and first used a gorgeous stage method to show the poems in the form of music in the first link, and then ended with a recitation soundtrack. The part of the content is put aside first, and in terms of form, we should be able to take the initiative first. ”

After Cheng Qingge finished speaking, a few classmates immediately said as if they suddenly thought of it: "Hey, I think this idea is okay, this can be there." ”

Cheng Qingge looked at Wu Jiahao, only to see that his tightly knit brows seemed to loosen a lot, and his eyes were full of approving smiles. So, Cheng Qingge also winked at him mischievously, which was a response.

At this time, someone suddenly asked another question: "The form can indeed be regarded as new, but now the time is pressing, and the arrangement and creation need time, and professionals are needed." This problem is not easy to solve, right? ”

As soon as the question was raised, everyone began to talk about it again, but the tone was surprisingly consistent, and they all felt that this form was good, but it seemed to be more difficult to operate.

Cheng Qingge looked at everyone who was gossiping, and also began to be silent. The arrangement and singing in front of this is indeed a technical job, and it is not something that ordinary people can do.

At this time, Ma Xiaoya suddenly said: "I think Cheng Qingge's suggestion is really thoughtful, I think we can seize the time and give it a try." After speaking, she turned her head and looked at Wu Jiahao with an inquiring gaze.

Wu Jiahao pondered for a while, and also said: "Since everyone thinks that they can try it just now, it is better to work together and the form will be decided for the time being." As for the part of the composition and music creation, we can go on and on. If you have good works and candidates, you can also recommend them. ”

Cheng Qingge suddenly wondered why Ma Xiaoya, who had always been not very good at her, suddenly supported her proposal in a high-profile manner at the meeting?

At this time, Ma Xiaoya continued: "Everyone thinks that arranging and designing performances is a little difficult, but if this part can be left to professionals, it may not be difficult." Don't forget, our school has a signature original campus singer. ”

Speaking of this, Ma Xiaoya suddenly stopped and looked directly at Cheng Qingge.

Cheng Qingge felt a chuckle in his heart, and suddenly understood Ma Xiaoya's intentions.

Sure enough, as soon as Ma Xiaoya's proposal came out, someone at the meeting quickly echoed it: "Yes, that's right, since it is a school competition, although it is led by our literary club, students are obliged to win glory for the honor of the school." Our campus singer Shi Ning, that's not only in our school, he is popular in our college town. If he had helped, we would definitely have the upper hand in the popular vote. ”

Soon everyone in the room began to nod their heads in agreement.

Cheng Qingge inexplicably began to panic, and his palms seemed to be sweating.

Wu Jiahao's eyes looked over, with a little concern, and seemed to see through Cheng Qingge's thoughts.

Ma Xiaoya saw that the timing was almost right and spoke again: "I remember, among our people, there are people who have a pretty good relationship with Shi Ning." ”

After speaking, she looked at Cheng Qingge with deep meaning: "Qingge, I remember that you seem to have interviewed Shi Ning before, right?" It's also on the school newspaper, right? The two of you are in the same department, why don't you leave the task of this invitation to you? ”