[What's that?] 】

What is she talking about? 】

[She doesn't think that five words and five words are connected to poetry, right? 】

[Really bolt Q, after the historical inventor, there is also the inventor of Tang poetry]

[I'm watching a funny show? 】

[Look, the program team is so scared that they forget the countdown]

In the live broadcast room, barrages flew by.

The scene was silent at first, and then someone began to discuss it in a whisper.

Xiao Zhiyu was obviously stunned.

The think tank didn't speak, she could only go to see Ren Bo next to her.

Ren Bo was embarrassed by this blazing gaze, and scratched his head: "Eh, I don't know." ”

Xiao Zhiyu's scalp was numb: "Aren't you a doctor?" ”

"Oh, I'm a Ph.D. in geological engineering."

"Didn't you say that the subject of the study was very old and buried in the ground?"

"yes, isn't it ancient? Hundreds of millions of years. ”

Siu Tsz-yuk: ......

I don't know anything else, but ten seconds have passed.

On the side of the headphones, only the sound of the "think tanks" arguing and shirking their responsibilities to each other came -

"You're slow!"

", you're bothering me."

"What kind of is this?,I can't think of the input method.,How fast can it be?"

"What kind of stupid rule, ten seconds can dry yarn?"

Siu Tsz-yuk: ......

My mom...... Why didn't she speak?

Xiao Zhiyu's face became more and more ugly.

No? What miser, poor to death?

She said in a ghostly voice: "This is poetry? ”

Xiao Zhiyu looked at Feng He, expecting to see even a trace of escape in her eyes.

But the girl's expression was indifferent, as if she was not a person in this world.

was Qiao Zhenzhen next to her, if it weren't for the camera, the smile on her face would almost be uncontrollable.

Isn't this really nonsense?

The director's voice came from the host's headphones again: "What are you doing?" ”

It's hard not to be at a loss.

What is this little girl talking about?

What should I do now?

He could only bite the bullet and ask Feng He: "Uh, Xiao He, may I ask where this poem comes from?" ”

Please, admit that it was made up on the spot.

"Tang Dynasty poet Wang Fanzhi, poem and preface ten." Feng He's tone was understated.

"Wang, Wang Fanzhi?"

Why haven't you heard of it?

The host was expecting to tell him something, but unfortunately he didn't.

He could only save the scene by himself: "That Xiao He, can you introduce us to this Wang Fanzhi?" ”

Feng He bowed his head and said:

"Wang Fanzhi, a vernacular poet monk, a native of Liyang, Weizhou, was born in the late Sui Dynasty and died in the Tang Gaozong period, and his creative activities were mainly carried out in the early Tang Dynasty."

Seeing that the host was still stunned, she added: "Xinhai Ancient Books Publishing House has a book "Wang Fanzhi's Poetry Proofreading". ”

[I rub, family, I checked, it's true]

[Sister Niu, I just thought she was talking nonsense]

[Brothers, let's crowdfund a Du Niang for the host]

[I wronged my sister, I want to invite her to a meal to apologize, and it's okay to bring more Qiao Zhenzhen]

Xiao Minyuan had just finished admiring her shoes when she looked up and saw that it was this scene on the screen.

She heard that something was wrong in the channel and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, this, it's so strange that the question on the other side is too biased."

"Yes, you told us before that it is at most the ...... in the whole Tang Dynasty poem"

"And this Wang Fanzhi's poem is too vulgar, who is studying this now?"

The more I listened, the more wrong it became.

What does it mean, losing at the beginning?

She went to ask the assistant again, "What's the situation?" ”

The little girl was so anxious that she was about to cry: "I was just shining your shoes, and I don't know." ”

Xiao Minyuan didn't want to admit the status quo, so she returned to the car and grabbed the microphone.

"Zhiyu? Zhiyu? ”

Xiao Zhiyu didn't want to speak at all.

Why let the other party ask first, isn't it a direct loss......

It's really humiliating.

After listening to Feng He's introduction, the host smiled all over his face and continued to gag: "Oh, this vernacular poet monk is quite interesting." ”

He's waiting for the director to call the shots—

The voice over there was angry: "It's almost eight o'clock, you hurry up and announce the results!" ”

Thank God! It seems that the director team has finally gone to Du Niang.

"I declare that this poetry conference, our Qiao Zhenzhen wins!"

The applause was sparse.

Mainly, the audience is at a loss.

[This is the end of it...... It's so abrupt]

[No, the illiterate sister actually won]

[What about the 300 rounds of the battle between Queen Liu and Concubine Li Chen? 】

[Upstairs, are you sure you can watch it without paying?] 】

Netizens were at a loss.

The host was also at a loss.

He glanced at his watch, and there were still five minutes left before the agreed end time.

Offstage, the leaders who participated in the opening ceremony entered one after another.

So in the end, do you want to do what you said before...... Continue to dig Qiao Zhenzhen's black material?

Just, it's in a hurry.

I feel like I've met the Waterloo of my hosting career.

He was dazed when a man dressed in a hall came up to the stage and took the microphone from him.

Savior! Slipped!

Xiao Zhiyu also carried her skirt and hurriedly walked off the stage.

The moment she passed by Feng He, she felt a dark shadow pass by her ears, and then the little girl whispered to her that her head had fallen off.

Or was she named the little girl by herself......

There is really no most shameful, only more shameful.

Xiao Zhiyu took the flower and thanked her, and walked off the stage in a gloomy manner.

Qiao Zhenzhen also pulled Feng He and wanted to leave, but was signaled by Director Hou to stay.

"Leaders, guests, good evening, I am the person in charge of the Organizing Committee of this prosperous Datang Cultural Week, Hou Yu."

"The winning female guests of today's poetry conference will be given a special mission, that is, to become the image ambassador of this prosperous Datang Cultural Week!"

"Congratulations to Ms. Qiao Zhenzhen, and our guests will issue a letter of appointment to Ms. Qiao on behalf of the organizing committee in a moment."

And then there's the silly fixed project.

He shook hands, took a group photo, and made two completely unprepared victory speeches, and was finally let go.

Feng He was waiting for her under the stage with his back on his back.

Qiao Zhenzhen walked behind her, her face became more and more strange, and she pulled her to the parking lot in the distance, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "How did you wear this dress, I mean, coat?" ”

Feng He took off his clothes and looked back and forth.

Blue, white bars, with words.

That's right, it's very much in line with what she summed up, a must-have attire for modern Chinese people on formal occasions.

She was a little dazed: "Is there anything wrong with this coat?" Isn't it pretty? ”

Qiao Zhenzhen: ......

She squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "It's not, it's not, it's not good-looking." ”

This is the clothes she wore when she first shot a commercial, so it will be cherished and preserved.

At that time, I was still a newcomer, and the girls in the company felt that it was a bit low to advertise the auto repair college, and they pushed it back and forth, of course, to the person with the least qualifications.

The clothes themselves are designed by a famous sports brand, and they are not ugly, only the logo is printed on the front, and it looks like a simple sportswear, and there are words on the back.

So much so that she didn't notice it just now.

It is estimated that her family Fenghe is going to be on fire......

"Well, I think it's pretty good, too."

"It's not...... Didn't you read the words at the end? ”

"Words? You say this? ”

Feng He pointed to the words "Dong'an Automobile Repair College" and nodded:

"Steam ventilation, Zhuangzi has clouds, the life of people, and the gathering of qi. There is also Confucianism that cultivates one's self and unites one's family. This college, I look very good. ”

Qiao Zhenzhen: ......

Enterprise-level understanding!

The chairman of Dongan Education is afraid that he will kowtow to you when he hears it.

I actually forgot that her thighs are goblins who love to "learn" like life.

But the explanation still has to be explained: "No, this auto repair means, car repair." ”

Qiao Zhenzhen decided that in the future, she would have to give her Xiaohe more abbreviated vocabulary.

"Car repair?" Feng He pointed to the parking lot, "Do you mean repairing a car like that?" ”

"That's right."

"Wow! It's amazing! ”

Qiao Zhenzhen: ......

Okay, no hurry.

In the future, there will be time to teach slowly.

"Let's go, I have to show off my chicken leg before Aunt Hua finds out. Speaking of which, how did you come up with asking vernacular poetry? ”

"I was in ...... before"

Feng He just spoke, but he was suddenly stunned.

There seems to be a person walking over there in the parking lot?