95！

Seeing this score on the screen, everyone exclaimed.

Although it is not a perfect score, this score is already extremely high.

It's not easy to get to that point.

Zhang Rui looked at this score, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be a little displeased.

Personally, he feels that he should be able to be higher.

But now... Forget it, this score is enough anyway.

Zhang Rui shook his head, feeling that he didn't need to worry about the score.

After all, the three judges in front of him are all in the industry.

Among them is the highly respected Lu Lao.

It's good that the work can get into their eyes.

Others may not be able to reach the ninety percent.

Zhang Rui sat in his position and waited silently.

It didn't take long for someone to finish writing another poem.

The judges continued to appreciate, but this time it did not have as high a score as Zhang Rui.

After that, the scores of several people were only about fifty, or even lower.

This scene was very surprising.

[I went, I thought this level was quite simple, but I didn't expect them to score such a point? 】

[The main reason is that the first person's score is too high, giving people the illusion that I can do it. 】

[That's true.] Although I'm not a fan of him, I have to admit that this man does have strength. 】

[Although I don't understand poetry, just by looking at what they wrote, I can also find that this person's level is really good.] 】

In the live broadcast room, Lin Wuyue's fans are quite reasonable.

After seeing Zhang Rui's poems, there was no unrealistic depreciation of his strength.

Instead, he agreed with his level.

However, these words fell on the ears of Zhang Rui's fans, but the taste changed.

thought they thought Lin Wuyue would lose, so they found a good step in advance.

This makes them even more proud.

[See your brother's true level, right? ] Don't think you'll be lucky enough to get through the first hurdle and you'll really be able to go on. 】

[Poetry? People write poems every year, and now they write hundreds. Your moon god can't write so much in his lifetime. 】

[Don't be cowardly, you have the ability to continue hard steel! ] 】

[Is this a towel? 】

All kinds of provocative words filled the live broadcast room.

And their confidence comes from Zhang Rui.

...

"Sure enough, writing poetry is indeed a lot more difficult for people nowadays."

Lu Lao couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

I am also quite helpless about this phenomenon.

At present, only Zhang Rui's poems have scored 95 points.

For the people in the back, they also deliberately put water to appreciate.

But even then you can't get 90 points.

If this continues, I'm afraid that only Zhang Rui will be able to advance in the end.

The gap between professional and amateur is really visible to the naked eye.

"Although these people also like traditional culture, after all, everyone is only learning in their spare time, and there is definitely no way to compare with Zhang Rui."

"Not to mention the previous people. My children now read short video novels every day, and they have very little time to read books. ”

Li Heng had no choice but to complain, this is also the status quo of the times, and it cannot be changed.

If you don't really like to read, you will only find it boring in front of black and white.

Far less fun than video games.

Go on, maybe in a few decades, and no one will be able to write poetry.

"Isn't that what our event is all about? Although the level is average, the enthusiasm is still very high. ”

"Use this program to make more people interested in traditional culture, and it will always develop again."

Lu Lao is still full of hope for the future.

His remarks also attracted the approval of the two.

The second round of the competition is also coming to an end.

Lu Lao set his eyes on Lin Wuyue's body, and he had some expectations in his heart.

From the couplet just now, you can see that this person has real power.

I just don't know what kind of poetry he can write.

Able to make their eyes shine.

At this moment, Lin Wuyue had already finished writing.

The judges were instantly in good spirits and ready to appreciate his work.

[When is the bright moon?] Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. 】

[I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. 】

When they read this, all three of them became short of breath.

There was a deep interest and ecstasy in the depths of the pupils.

There is no flaw in Shangque, it can be called perfect!

Lu Lao couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and wanted to finish reading the rest of the content.

I was not mistaken.

This person named Lin Wuyue is indeed level!

[Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? 】

[People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. 】

[I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. 】

"Good, good, good!"

After reading the last sentence, Lu Lao said three good words in a row.

This poem is admired even by him!

No one present, including himself, could have written a better word!

It should be said that there is no poem related to the Mid-Autumn Festival better than this one!

At least that's what Lu Lao thinks.

If this word is second, there is no first.

"It's perfect, is this guy really an amateur?"

Li Heng's expression was dull and incredulous.

Can an amateur write such a good poem?

Are you kidding?

But Lin Wuyue's name, he is indeed very unfamiliar.

It's not the people in the Writers' Association.

"The saying that the master is in the folk is really true, it's too powerful."

The three judges were full of praise for the song.

They don't even feel like they're qualified to comment on the song.

But work still needs to be done.

Then Lu Lao announced the results, full marks!

When they saw this score, everyone couldn't sit still.

Zhang Rui stood up directly and blurted out: "Impossible!" ”

He even wondered if the system was wrong and hit an extra zero.

How can it be a perfect score?

Can Lin Wuyue's poem conquer three judges?

And how could he be taller than himself!

Not only him, but others at the scene were also discussing.

are all discussing how much gold this perfect score has.

Seeing this, Lu Lao slowly got up and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

Then he explained: "Don't worry, everyone, there is no problem with this score." ”

"We give perfect marks only because we can only give so many points. In my opinion, Mr. Lin's words are not measurable by scores. ”

"Looking at the entire poetry world, it can also be called the first!"

As soon as these words came out, a thousand waves were immediately set off.

The discussion was louder than ever.

The barrage in the live broadcast room continued, and it even refreshed the previous record.

There is only one question on everyone's mind.

What exactly did Lin Wuyue write?

Why is it so good.

Everyone stared at the screen.

Finally, the poem written by Lin Wuyue appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Zhang Rui was unconvinced, and read this poem carefully.

The eyes went from dissatisfaction at the beginning to shock at the back.

"This, this is written by Lin Wuyue?!"

"How could he have this level!"