After abusing scumbags, she becomes stronger

Chapter 32
Judge Zhou Zuoren's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Immediately, he said in agreement: "As the chief judge of Hua Guohao Poetry, for the sake of the fairness of this program, I support Professor Meng."

When the matter developed to this point, the [-] public judges at the scene thought that the planning of this program was originally like this, and Professor Meng's attack was originally part of the program planning!
Also, they are also looking forward to Professor Meng's on-site PK against Wei Ran. It's exciting to think about it. How interesting is it?

So, they also began to echo along: "Fairness, fairness, fairness!"

"Challenge, challenge, challenge!"

The host Ms. Dong once again failed to control the audience.

Zhenghen's teeth were itching, and the chief director's voice came from the headset: "Then allow him to challenge! The ratings of the show are constantly rising, don't panic, maybe it will be a blessing in disguise!"

The chief director of the program has no choice. This is a live broadcast program. There is still some time before the end of the program, so this is the only way. Otherwise, it will be equivalent to the program overturning, which will require a lot of responsibility.

The host, Ms. Dong, knew it well.

After calming down, he didn't dare to linger any longer and looked at Wei Ran.

Wei Ran naturally understood what Miss Dong meant?
Not only was there no trace of worry in my heart, but an inexplicable excitement surged up in my heart.

With Li Bai's poetic talent, he is full of poems and essays, but he is worried that there is no use for him!The old man Meng Xiuxiang insisted on finding him to kill him, so he had no choice but to help him!

Wei Ran immediately nodded and said, "In order to prove that the program of Hua Guo Hao Poetry is very fair and just, I am willing to accept Professor Meng's challenge."

The host, Ms. Dong, immediately smiled gratefully at Wei Ran.

She was actually really afraid that Wei Ran would refuse the challenge. If Wei Ran refused the challenge, the fairness of this program would really be questioned.

The smile of the host, Miss Dong, immediately made Professor Meng sober up.

He immediately realized that his attack area was too wide just now, and it was enough to attack Wei Ran. It was very unwise to attack Huaguo's good poems together, and it might not be worth the loss.

Didn’t Taizu and his elders all say that?You have to make a few enemies and a lot of friends, so that you can be invincible.

So Professor Meng quickly made amends: "I actually really love the program Huaguo Good Poetry.

The reason for doing this is to maintain the fairness of the program. I also know that the program team will never go for the ratings of the program for the sake of the program, as others say, to operate in the dark and degenerate.

Next, even if I defeat Wei Ran and expose Wei Ran's hypocritical true face, I firmly believe that this is definitely not the fault of the program team.

It is obvious to all that Wei Ran's three poems in the finals were of a very high standard, and the column group's judgment was correct.

If I win against Wei Ran, it can only prove that Wei Ran is cheating. "

Wei Ran said disdainfully: "As the saying goes: Don't think about victory, think about defeat first.

You, overconfidence is arrogance! "

Professor Meng said: "If I challenge a shameful fraudster like you, do you still need to worry about defeat?"

Wei Ran smiled: "I lost, I am a shameful cheater, what if you lose?"

Professor Meng: "If I fail, I will quit the poetry world and never write another poem in my life."

Wei Ran shook his head: "No, for a person like you, there are not many more poetry circles than you, and there are many less ones. It has nothing to do with me whether you withdraw or not!"

Professor Meng was furious: "You! Okay, what do you want?"

Wei Ran casually said: "You just need to say to the audience, "Meng Xiuxiang is a hypocritical and hypocritical villain". How about it? Dare you?"

Meng Xiuxiang, a dignified professor at Peking University, almost died of anger when he had such a bet with an undergraduate student.

But he is also very confident and firmly believes that all the poems written by Wei Ran are plagiarized. A plagiarist is a plagiarist after all. He can plagiarize three or five poems, but it is absolutely impossible to plagiarize many poems.

Therefore, it is certain to win against Wei Ran.

Now that he is invincible, do he still care about the bet?
So, Meng Xiuxiang gritted his teeth and nodded in response.

However, just in case, he went on to say: "The easiest way to let plagiarists show their true colors is to limit the questions. Then invite the audience friends to come up with questions!"

The audience at the scene, watching the excitement is no big deal, so they are naturally very enthusiastic about it.

Many spectators raised their hands high and kept yelling, "I'll come, I'll come, let me come."

Seeing this situation, Meng Xiuxiang smiled slyly.

He has written poems all his life, and there are many unpublished poems in stock. No matter what the topic is, he thinks he can just open his mouth.

So, he preemptively said: "Don't worry, come one by one, there is a chance, we are not only competing for the quality of poetry, but also for speed.

In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps..."

Looking at Old Man Meng talking eloquently, Wei Ran was speechless.

At this moment, there is only one sentence in his mind, that is: "If you don't die, you won't die! Those who play with fire set themselves on fire, those who play with water drown themselves, and those who play with force are struck by lightning!"

The first topic came out soon, Huaguo is indeed worthy of being a country of poetry, the topic is very standard!
"day".

Wei Ran was a little confused at first, this, this, this, is this a change of curse?

However, he soon realized that he was writing a poem with the sun as the theme.

Wei Ran was a little confused, but Professor Meng was not. He immediately remembered the poem "The Sun Never Sets" that he had spent several months writing.

So what are you waiting for?Pretending to be slapped in the face, hurry up!
Professor Meng coughed lightly, took three steps forward slowly, and began his recitation.

""The Sun Never Sets"

The fog in the sky comes carelessly
The river is as quiet as an oil painting

The lazy pace of the dove of peace rhymes

heart secretly sunny
I pray that you are like a valiant Praetorian
guarding love without moving

The footprints you left in memory
is the scenery I love
i want to send you
miss the sun never sets
Send a postcard of love

i want to send you
A love that never sets...

The audience couldn't suppress their excitement and started whispering.

"As expected of Professor Meng! Amazing!"

"How do you know he's powerful? Could it be..."

"In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps, and now Professor Meng wrote a poem in three steps..."

"Professor Meng is even better than Cao Zijian!"

"It shouldn't be much different, right?"

"The sun never sets, good poetry, good poetry! Can you tell me what it means? I think the Chinese character for "falling" should be changed to the Chinese character for stopping!"

"The longing that never sets, the love that never sets, so beautiful!"

"I also want the sun to never set!"

"..."

Wei Ran really couldn't understand it, and he really didn't dare to compliment the poem.

So, he also started reciting: ""Climbing the Tower to Express My Feelings"

If you abandon me, you can't stay on the day of yesterday; those who are chaotic with me are worried about today.

The long wind sends Qiuyan for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy high-rise buildings.Penglai's article builds the bones, and Xiao Xie clears his hair in the middle.

All Huai Yi Xing Zhuang think of flying, want to see the bright moon in the blue sky.When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water flows even more, raise your glass to relieve your sorrow, and your sorrow is even more sorrowful.

Life is unsatisfactory in the world, the Ming Dynasty distributes flat boats.

As soon as Wei Ran's poem came out, the whole place fell into silence.

What kind of bullshit is the sun never setting? Comparing it with this poem, it's a verdict!
(End of this chapter)