What to do if you become famous too fast

really.

10 minute later.

Votes are out.

"The Night I Sent You Off", 18.6 votes.

"See or See", 689.5 million votes.

Such a gap is suffocatingly large.

In fact, from the perspective of poetry appreciation, "Broken Chapter" is more literary and philosophical than "Seeing or Not Seeing", but from the perspective of young people, the verses of "Seeing or Not Seeing" can move their hearts more, so This led to a gap of more than 600 million votes between the two poems.

When Tian He saw the number of votes, a mouthful of old blood almost spewed out.

But after he finished reading the poem "See or Not", he returned to his seat without saying a word, glanced at Zhao Zeyuan, closed his eyes and lay on his back on the seat.

"We can't keep losing, otherwise what face will we have in the future?"

Fang Youwen glanced at Tian He and Zhao Zeyuan, who had lost their fighting spirit, and frowned.

"Next time, I'll come! I have a feeling that Wang Huan is targeting us this time, so it is very likely that every poem of his has been prepared. For example, Lao Zhao is good at poems praising the motherland, and Lao Tian He is good at love poems, so Wang Huan prepared these poems a long time ago to target us. Otherwise, he would not be able to write a few modern poems of such a high level in such a short period of time. In this case, I am going to write the title later When the time comes, give up your original idea and come up with random questions! Let's see what he does!"

Yang Yuansheng said in a deep voice.

Chapter 0398 pick all over!

After listening to Yang Yuansheng's guess.

Fang Youwen's eyes lit up: "Your analysis is very reasonable. I heard that the original "Huaxia Poetry Contest" had no special guests, only our four judges. It was not until two days ago that the program team notified us that it was It seems very strange to have an extra special guest. Tonight, Wang Huan has been targeting us again. So there is a high possibility that he is here for us. But we have no grievances with him, he Why don't you come with us?"

Yang Yuansheng shook his head: "Don't think about other things for the time being, let's pass this level first. Now you and I, only I still have a chance to make a test. If you miss it, wait until he makes a test, then it will be even more difficult for you to win him. Therefore, I We must seize this opportunity and defeat him once and for all.”

"Okay, be careful." Fang Youwen warned.

"Ah."

Yang Yuansheng nodded and walked up to the stage.

Straight to the point.

"Wang Huan, I'm the one who made the question this time, right?"

"Yes."

Wang Huan nodded.

Yang Yuansheng smiled: "In the previous two matches between you and Mr. Zhao and Mr. Tian, ​​some people must have thought that their questions were thought out in advance, which was unfair to you. Although I know that the two teachers could not do that. But it's normal for some people to doubt it, and I can't justify it. Since this is the case, then I will randomly raise the topic of this scene according to the environment of the scene, and completely dispel everyone's doubts. What do you think?"

As expected of an old Jianghu, he helped Zhao Zeyuan and Tian He explain it, and also showed his generosity.

Immediately let your image become taller.

Wang Huan smiled: "I don't care, everything depends on Teacher Yang's opinion."

Yang Yuansheng stared closely at Wang Huan's expression, and found that the other party's eyes did not change at all, and it seemed that he still had the chance to win.

"Heh! Be sure to come up with a topic that surprises you."

Yang Yuansheng thought to himself.

The eyes began to look around, looking for a suitable theme for the topic.

Not long after, his eyes suddenly fixed on the big screen in the background of the stage.

Because it was the Huaxia Poetry Contest, when the exchange competition was not held, all kinds of antique pictures were constantly playing on the big screen.

At this moment, on the screen, in an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, a woman with an oil-paper umbrella walked through a secluded alley alone in the rain.

Yang Yuansheng's eyes lit up, and he pointed to this picture and said, "Wang Huan, after watching it, I will use this picture as the title to write a related modern poem. Do you hear clearly?"

Oh?

Wang Huan glanced at the screen.

He glanced at Yang Yuansheng again.

"Teacher Yang, are you sure?"

"of course."

Yang Yuansheng looked at Wang Huan's somewhat surprised expression, and felt complacent, "Did I disrupt your plan? Look at this time, how did you beat me? In terms of the true background of modern poetry, I don't say I will dump you ten blocks, one or two There is always a street."

Although Yang Yuansheng himself is not good at writing such modern poems with some ancient charm and humanistic feelings, he believes that he is definitely better than Wang Huan.

Seeing Yang Yuansheng's resolute eyes, Wang Huan sighed inwardly: "All right."

Yang Yuansheng became more and more determined, but Wang Huan was timid.He made up his mind: Haha, let's see how I can tear off the face of you, a pseudo-modern poet who cheated in advance.

Soon, the third poetry exchange competition officially started.

I don't know if it was because he was in a happy mood, Yang Yuansheng was so inspired that he started typing almost without thinking.

Wang Huan, on the other hand, shook his head secretly before typing on the keyboard.

10 minute later.

Two poems appeared on the big screen.

"Wow!"

Everyone on the scene, including Zhao Zeyuan and the three judges, all exclaimed together.

why?

Because the names of the two poems are actually exactly the same.

All are called "Rain Lane".

This coincidence made everyone feel amazing.

The only difference is that the content varies widely.

Everyone took a closer look, and gradually fell silent.Especially Zhao Zeyuan and the others, their eyes became serious, because with their eyes, they could immediately see that although the two poems had the same name, their levels were quite different.

Most people only took a few glances at the first song "Rain Lane", and then their eyes were attracted by the second "Rain Lane".

It is really the artistic conception of the second "Rain Lane" that is so vivid that even people who do not understand poetry are deeply attracted by the faint sadness and hesitation described in the poem.