The poetry conference is a competition program of Yucheng Satellite TV.

Five schools will participate in each session.

There are four in total.

In the first game, the points competition, the top-ranked school directly enters the ring finals.

The second game, the knockout round, four into two.

The third game, the offensive match, two into one.

The fourth, the ring match, competes for the championship.

So.

If you finish first in the first game, you can directly qualify for the final.

"First of all, don't think about it, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Teacher Xu touched Qiao Yu's head and looked at Fang Wenhui again:

"The squad leader too."

Fang Wenhui nodded quietly.

"Qiao Yu, don't be nervous."

When she heard that Qiao Yu was coming, she didn't feel very comfortable.

There are only five places in Yucheng No. 1 Middle School.

This kind of competition is to win team honors.

Qiao Yu is here, and he is too much of a drag.

"Don't worry, Qiao Yu is fine."

Teacher Xu smiled gently.

He has confidence in Xiao Qiaoyu!

The two of them were talking here, but it didn't fall into Qiao Yu's ears.

She was backstage, in the stands of the game.

In this point competition, the game content is drawn by lottery.

There are flying flower orders, poetry solitaire, poetry pairs, and so on.

If you win the game, the teacher group below will ask questions, with a time limit of 10 minutes, and one point will be added for one correct answer.

Qiao Yu nodded inwardly.

I have a general understanding of the rules of the game.

"The next one to be invited is the contestants from Yucheng No. 2 Middle School."

As soon as the host's voice fell, five students wearing the uniforms of No. 2 Middle School came up in the background.

However, as soon as these five students came on the stage, the schools preparing for the competition in the background suddenly became noisy.

"It's Xu Xueqian!"

"I'm the second Olympian, the second middle school bully."

"Last month's Yucheng Satellite TV's Olympiad champion was also him."

Arts and sciences biathlon.

Genius Student.

Glory in the two.

These nouns jumped out of the mouths of their classmates one by one.

"Fang Wenhui, I heard that Xu Xueqian only signed up when he heard you coming, is it true?"

The senior sister of Yucheng No. 1 High School joked.

"If it weren't for Xu Xueqian's illness, you would still be classmates."

Fang Wenhui's face flushed, and she whispered:

"Senior sister, don't be kidding."

The five students on the stage wore dark blue school uniforms of No. 2 Middle School.

This kind of loose school uniform is very provocative, and if you are not in good shape, it will look rigid and bloated.

The exception is one boy.

He is tall and tall, and this school uniform is put on him, which looks sunny and handsome.

Especially when answering questions, that confidence and cheerfulness attracted all the attention of the little girls in the audience.

"Xu Xueqian is also too powerful, don't think about this first place."

"It's thirty points higher than the previous one, so let's send it directly."

"How many more schools are there?"

The students in the audience looked at each other, and the host had already invited someone down.

"Thank you to the five students of Yuzhong No. 2 Middle School for their wonderful performance."

"Please below, Yuzhong No. 1 Middle School contestants!"

Here it comes.

Qiao Yu came back to his senses.

I followed Mr. Xu and the other participating students to walk up.

Just now, the second middle school has the highest score.

What they drew was the Flying Flower Order, and it was a full eighty-nine songs.

Qiao Yu silently wrote it down.

Standing in the player's seat in a proper manner.

"Come, let's look at the big screen, the project of Yuzhong No. 1 Middle School is ......"

The host held the microphone, looked at the large scrolling screen, and shouted.

"Stop—"

Center.

The big screen stopped.

Fang Wenhui looked up.

His face changed.

"It's poetry!"

"Isn't that the title of the final?"

"Is there a mistake?"

Poetry overlay?

Qiao Yu asked inquisitively.

"What do you mean by poetry shooting?"

It's good that she didn't say this, but as soon as she said it, the faces of the four students who participated in the competition turned black all of a sudden.