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Chapter 22 Three Women
After the game, Tianyang went back to the locker room, washed up, and was ready to change and go home.

Opening the closet, an envelope was lying inside.

The envelope was made of fine paper and beautifully designed, with roses all over the body and a purple mud seal on the seal.

Shelfield gave him tickets to the 'Red Rose' society, along with a note which read:

"Thank you for your encouragement, that three-pointer was the most dazzling moment in my basketball career!"

He smiled, and put down the envelope. He really wasn't interested in attending any club gatherings, but then he thought that even if a gift was not used, it would always be awkward to put it in the place of work.

Putting the envelope away, Tianyang walked out, and when passing by Roscoe and Grant, he heard the two complain:
"This guy, Shelfield, has recently become more and more weird. He even went to watch some poetry readings. Forget about sonnets, but they are actually Chinese poems. Can he understand them? A group of Americans recite, and the pronunciation may differ ten times. Thousands of miles!"

Um?Chinese poetry recitation?Tianyang suddenly became interested.

"Sorry to interrupt, where is the poetry reading you just mentioned?"

"Are you going too?" Rothko replied casually, and then reacted "Yes, you are Chinese, I forgot about it, it is on the third floor of the main building of the Art Institute, but you have no chance. Go home early Sleep, we have an away game the day after tomorrow, we need you to keep breaking out!"

"Why? Why is there no chance?" Tianyang was curious.

Telavi shook his head and said, "It's an event held by the 'Red Rose' club. It's very difficult to get tickets, but tickets are just the basics, and they also pay attention to the three-piece formal suit. Where do you get it now?"

Tianyang took out the envelope silently, and the two of them were confused at the same time.

"Wow, where did you do it?" Travis was surprised, but then continued to shake his head and said, "You are wearing a down jacket and basketball shoes now, how do you get in?"

"Didn't you say that tickets are the basis? Formal three-piece suits are not mandatory, are they?"

"It's true that there are no mandatory regulations, just unspoken rules."

"Then I'm going to try."

"Just dress like you? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

"Laugh just laugh..."

"..."

Walking out of the locker room, Tianyang went straight to the Academy of Arts. As a lover of literature, when he heard Chinese poetry recited in a foreign country, he would go and see it no matter what.

Walking instead of running, we arrived at the destination quickly. There were not many people, but the team moved slowly.

The appearance of Tianyang made all the people in line look sideways. His down jacket and basketball shoes were particularly conspicuous in the three-piece formal suit.

The two security guards at the door walked directly towards him, gesturing to please leave.Tianyang didn't care, and took out the purple envelope directly.

The two security guards froze for a moment, and looked back at the person in charge of the interview at the door. The person frowned, but finally nodded, signaling to let Tianyang in.

Such a move caused slight laughter from the crowd in line. Perhaps in their opinion, Tianyang's tickets should be bought with money or picked up somewhere.

Tianyang ignored the strange gaze. He silently stood in the back row of the line and began to observe.

Upon closer inspection, there was no one Chinese except him, not even an Asian face.

He shook his head helplessly. Chinese poetry didn't seem to be very popular, and even his own people didn't support it very much.

After waiting for almost a minute, the team finally moved forward. He couldn't hold back his curiosity, tilted his head slightly, and pricked up his ears, wanting to find out.

"Sir, according to the assessment questions you have drawn, please introduce Li Bai, an ancient Chinese poet."

"Uh, Li Bai, likes to drink, a person from the Song Dynasty..."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Sorry, you failed the assessment of this association!"

The guy at the front left in despair. Tianyang realized that the interview with the 'Red Rose' club really lived up to its reputation. If you want to get in by fooling around, it's like looking for a pineapple on a tree.

After a while, it was finally Tianyang's turn. The interviewer handed over an IPAD and motioned him to click to extract questions.

After clicking the 'draw' button, the roulette wheel on the IPAD screen rotated rapidly and stopped after about 3 seconds.

A text prompt box popped up on the screen: "Please introduce Li Bai, an ancient Chinese poet."

Uh... Tianyang almost couldn't help laughing out loud, it was too simple for him.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to brag about Li Bai when the interviewer suddenly took back the IPAD and said:
"You are chinese?"

"Right? What's wrong?"

"Then you have to change the subject and talk about what you know about Walt Whitman."

"Isn't this the theme meeting of ancient Chinese poetry?"

"Who is the interviewer?"

"..."

Tianyang was speechless, the interviewer was obviously trying to make things difficult, he wanted to turn his head and leave, anyway, there were no Chinese compatriots here, but he was not convinced, and decided to use his strength to face him.

After about 20 seconds, Tianyang began to tell.

Walt Whitman was born in 1819 and died in 1892.As a famous American poet, his greatest contribution in poetry is the creation of "free style", mainly represented as "Leaves of Grass".

After introducing Whitman's life, the interviewer's eyes widened.

After Tianyang recounted some of Whitman's main life experiences, the interviewer's face was full of guilt.

Finally, Tianyang decided to recite one of Whitman's masterpieces "Flying in Freedom and Power":
"I don't want to argue with the little bird that loves to sing; I just long to fly in the thin sky."

"Okay, okay, you have passed the examination, please come in!" The interviewer blushed and made a gesture of invitation.

"Yeah" Tianyang passed the examination, and the people in line behind cheered him from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, it is rare for a Chinese to be so familiar with American poets, and they themselves cannot do it.

The security guard opened the door, and Tianyang walked in.

First, there is a corridor with portraits of famous poets such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Meng Haoran hanging on both sides. There is a large section of English introduction under the portraits, which mainly tells the basic information of these poets.

In addition, there is a representative sentence on each poet's portrait.After a quick look, the representative poems on Du Mu's portrait caught his attention.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers".

The choice is not good, Tianyang pouted, foreigners still don't understand, Du Mu has so many poems, no matter the description of scenery, narrative discussion, lyricism, just pick any one, it is more representative than "Mountain Journey".

Bypassing the corridor, Tianyang entered the main venue,

The entire main venue is quite artistically designed, and the huge venue is subtly divided into several small areas.

About 100 people, all holding books, gathered in twos and threes, discussing in a low voice.

His appearance did not attract anyone's attention.With the mentality of seeing what the hell was going on, Tianyang found a seat in the back row and sat down.

About 10 minutes later, the personnel arrived one after another, the lights on the main stage were turned on, and the host came to the stage and picked up the microphone.

"Good noon, thank you all for coming to the 'Red Rose' society's ancient Chinese poetry theme party..."

After a long but not boring prologue, the host announced that the first program will start soon.

"In this theme meeting, we invited Ms. Celine Farage, as the first performer, she will recite Li Bai's work "Quiet Night Thoughts" for everyone."

After the host finished speaking, he took the lead in applauding, but the applause from the audience was not too loud.

But the moment Celine Farage appeared, the men present applauded thunderously, and some even gave a standing ovation, which made the ladies in the audience almost speechless.

Tianyang looked over curiously, and only 4 words popped out of his mind: He is so pretty!At this moment, Celine Farage on the stage raised her hand and shouted:
"Which gentleman in the last row, is it convenient for you to come up and take me to read? My Chinese is not very good, are you Chinese?".

Chinese, are there any Chinese?Why didn't I find out just now?Tianyang began to search around.But he found that all eyes were on him.

Could it be me?Tianyang scratched his head and looked around again, it seemed that he was indeed the only Chinese sitting in the last row!
"Yes, that's you, please come on stage," Celine Farage shouted again.

Sure enough, it was him, Tianyang shook his head, thinking: "It is our duty to promote the excellent culture of the motherland!".

After making up his mind, Tianyang got up and walked to the main stage. His down jacket and basketball shoes once again became the focus of the audience. The expressions on the faces of the audience were different, but they all seemed to be asking: "Where is the funny?" .

Walking to the stage and taking the manuscript from Celine Farage, Tianyang felt the grateful eyes of the other party.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the audience.

When he raised his head, he froze for a moment.

On the left side of the venue, someone was waving at him with encouraging eyes. Looking carefully, it was the girl who encouraged him to make a halftime shot at Staples that afternoon.

On the right side of the venue, Morena stared coldly, as if she was about to eat him.

Three women, three different gazes, Tianyang's head went blank for a while.

(End of this chapter)