The audience fell silent in an instant.

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the ornately decorated performance stage in the middle of the playground.

Chen Shaofei, vice president and dean of the seminary, came to the stage, first bowed to everyone, and said loudly: "This year's competition, as in the past, starts with poetry, followed by songs and paintings. In the three competitions, the full score is 10 points each, and the total score can be increased according to the quality of the work, with the highest 100 points. In each competition, the top three will be selected, given generous prizes, and then enter the overall competition......"

"Now, the poetry contest has officially begun!The first is Yang Wenhao, a student from the fourth class of the second grade. ”

Chen Shaofei's sonorous and powerful voice clearly resounded into the ears of everyone around him through the blessing of the formations around the performance stage.

"Boom!"

A drum sounded, and a young man with a good demeanor and eyes walked up to the stage calmly with a smile on his face.

He first bowed politely to Chen Shaofei, then bowed in the direction of the city lord Wu Yiliu, and then walked to the oversized paper erected next to him, picked up the wolf hair, dipped it in ink and groaned.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the snow-white giant piece of paper, their faces full of anticipation.

After a while, the young man cleared his thoughts, took a deep breath, and the wolf in his hand pointed at the piece of paper, flying wantonly in the void in front of him, up and down, left and right.

Every time the font is completed, it will immediately appear strangely on the giant paper, and it can be clearly seen by the surrounding visitors.

In less than a moment, a small poem, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, were completed in one go.

The young man put down his brush and stood aside, humilly waiting.

Yang Wenhao wrote a poem, and the judges were invited to comment and score. ”

Chen Shaofei stretched out his hand and patted it, and the giant piece of paper, which was as hard as a wooden board, suddenly floated and stayed quietly in mid-air, motionless.

The judges are composed of celebrities from all over the world, a total of ten people, all of whom are above the realm of literary scholars.

As soon as Chen Shaofei finished speaking, the eyes of the audience looked at the city lord Wu Yiliu together.

As the person with the highest cultivation strength in Xiangzhou City, and also the identity of the city lord, he is naturally one of the judges, and he is the first to start scoring.

Wu Yiliu smiled slightly, glanced at the little poem, and whispered to a girl behind him: "Yao'er, although you are a martial arts cultivator, you also have a certain amount of research on poetry. Tell me, how many points can you score for this poem?"

The young man named Yang Wenhao hurriedly pricked up his ears, his face full of nervousness.

Wu Xueyao glanced at the poem and said disdainfully: "The rhetoric is gorgeous, but it has no connotation, and it is more than three points." ”

Wu Yiliu laughed, groaned slightly, raised the index finger of his right hand, and swiped it in front of him, and a huge red font was directly printed on the paper in mid-air.

The young man glanced at it, and his heart sank.

"City Lord Rating, two points!"

Chen Shaofei announced the score, causing the young man's face to turn red and his face full of shame.

The second judge, but Tang Jingtian next to Wu Yiliu, saw Wu Yiliu's score, smiled, and said: "Brother Wu's score is too harsh, my score and Xue Yao's niece are the same, three points." ”

With that, he stretched out his finger a little in front of him, and the paper was immediately marked with a score.

Wu Yiliu smiled, but did not speak.

The remaining eight judges began to score in turn, and the highest score was only four points.

After Chen Shaofei announced the results, he encouraged the young man: "Don't be discouraged, it is very good to be able to get no less than two points of evaluation from these judges as a mere literati." What's more, your main attack is not poetry, but songs, keep up the good work. ”

"Thank you Chan for teaching. ”

The young man nodded gratefully and withdrew.

"Second place, Jiang Xiaoli from the first class of the second grade!"

As Chen Shaofei read out, a slightly chubby girl walked up a little nervously.

She picked up the wolf's hair, calmed down for a moment, and began to write.

While everyone watched quietly, an old man and a young man in the outermost row of seats talked in a low voice.

"Yun Cong, you said you, we were going to leave Xiangzhou, but you turned back for this exhibition. Look at what kind of works these are, wasting our time traveling. ”

The old man hunched over and glanced at the poem written by the girl, looking bored.

The young man was full of interest, and said: "Teacher, you don't complain, although this Xiangzhou City is small, it is the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, last time in Cuixiang Building, didn't you also see it? That young man is a student of this academy, maybe he will come to participate in the competition today, let's take a look, there will be no harm." ”

The old man pouted and said, "He is just a scribe, do you think the academy will let him participate?" Even if he is allowed to participate, the old man does not believe that he can still make a first-class inspirational poem with a talented literary style. ”

"It's okay, I'm just a little interested in him, let's just kill time, anyway, father...... Daddy gave us a year, and it was still enough. ”

Young people don't care.

"Whatever you want, anyway, the old man is not interested, remember to call me when you leave." ”

The old man shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair to sleep.

"Jiang Xiaoli, the average score is four points!"

The chubby girl wrote a small poem with a slightly higher rating than the first student.

Hearing Chen Shaofei's announcement, the girl walked down with a hint of satisfied excitement.

In the hands of these prestigious judges, she was very satisfied with the average score of four points.

Immediately after that, the third contestant began to take the stage.

There were more than 50 people who signed up for the exhibition competition, some of whom focused on poetry, some on songs, and some on painting.

However, in general, the number of students who write poetry will be the largest. Comparatively speaking, there will be fewer people who write songs and draw pictures.

In this competition, you can participate in one or three together.

However, there are very few students who can participate in the triathlon competition.

Time passed little by little, and the following games became more and more exciting.

A second-year student in the middle of the literati actually won the personal praise of the city lord Wu Yiliu with a long poem, and got an average score of six points, so happy that he bowed down again and again to thank him, and his face was full of excitement.

Chen Shaofei also nodded with satisfaction, praised a few words, and then looked at the list in his hand and was stunned.

"Yang Ye, is it his turn? I want to see what kind of poems this kid can make today. ”

When Chen Shaofei saw Yang Ye's name, he immediately remembered what happened in Cuixiang Building that day, and a trace of expectation rose in his heart.

"Next, Yang Ye from the first grade class!"

He announced in a loud voice.

"Wow! It's finally time for my Xianggong to appear! Come on, Xianggong is mighty, kill those scum in front of you in seconds!"

Bai Tian did not shy away from it, stood up, waved his hands, and encouraged loudly.

Tang Fan was full of smiles and did not stop it.

Zhang Peilin in the back sneered and said: "Okay, this kid has finally come out, I heard that he is okay in poetry, I want to see today, what ability he has to cultivate both civil and military." Hehe, Bai Lao, remember that when you go back today, you will prepare high-level magic weapons for us first, remember, one for each person. ”

His voice was yin and yang, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

Bai Jinxun held back his anger and distress, looked at Yang Ye on the stage, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"Yu'er, Yang Ye has come to power, guess how many points he can get?"

Tang Jingtian said with a smile.

Tang Xinyu glanced at Yang Ye, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, and hummed: "He is so arrogant, he must be zero." ”

"Hahaha......" Tang Jingtian laughed, then turned to Wu Yiliu and said, "Brother Wu, guess how many points my son-in-law can get?"

Wu Yiliu smiled slightly, and before he could speak, he heard a cold snort behind him.

Wu Xueyao glanced at Yang Ye on the stage indignantly, her face was full of disdain, and said: "I'll help my father guess, Yang Ye, this kid, has a face at the bottom, I guess he can only get one point, no, it's zero points!"

After that, she glanced at Tang Xinyu and said, "Sister Xinyu, don't blame me, we grew up together, you also know who I am, I, Wu Xueyao, am honest and selfless, what I am, I will never deliberately tell a lie because he is your fiancé." ”

"Cut. ”

Tang Xinyu glanced at her and didn't bother to pay attention.

The young man in the last row woke up the old man, his eyes were shining, and he said, "Teacher, get up, that kid from Yang Ye has come to the stage." ”

The old man continued to close his eyes and said, "Don't look, unless he writes a poem with a literary atmosphere, don't bother me." ”

On the high platform, Yang Ye picked up the wolf's hair, slowly closed his eyes, and the emotions brewed in his chest.

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(Sorry everyone, I've been working overtime every night these days and only going home at eight o'clock, so the update sucks.) But as soon as this Friday passes, it's fine, let's raise it for a few days, sorry again. ）

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