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"He is really not qualified to be a judge."

"When you said that, I just remembered that Xianyu is still there. Hahahahaha, I guess I'm going to be autistic now. In the literary world, it doesn't matter if you are a song daddy or not. In the literary world, you just talk about poetry. Now he dares to compare himself. Dapeng, how dare you claim that you can be a teacher!?"

Fans of literati are fighting back!

Many people can't understand Xianyu!

As for the neutral ones, they were very satisfied with the quality of the works of the Poetry Conference, and did not mention Xianyu.

a time.

Those who support Xianyu feel aggrieved and angry!

They had to admit that the group of literati at the Poetry Conference was indeed capable, and even the harsh and picky judges showed strong approval for these poems.

but……

They were unwilling to admit that Xianyu had lost!

A fan of Xianyu shouted angrily: "Which of these poems is better than the one read by the literati in front of Xianyu?"

"You seem to have a problem with your comprehension."

A fan of a certain literati laughed: "This is a propositional poem. The scope of literati's creation is restricted, which is equivalent to dancing with shackles. Is free creation comparable to this? If you want to say something on the spot, I believe in the judgment of the literati. Xianyu’s poem was written in advance. Of course he knows that the literati will question him. I don’t think he is a fool to have the status he is today. Besides, he compares himself to the roc Although he has momentum, can he show the ability to soar in the literary world? If he can't show it, wouldn't that poem become pure self-boasting and self-promotion, which would be even more embarrassing?"

Depend on!

Fans of Xianyu are about to explode!

Someone said: "Don't you know that poetry creation is meant to be artistically processed!"

Fans of the literati were pissed: "So it's not real, it's just artistic processing. Isn't this self-inflicted?"

The fans of the literati were also very upset before.

Xianyu pissed off countless literati, and at one point the audience fell silent.

At that time, the fans of the literati were suffocated and depressed, of course they have to vent their anger now!

……

a time.

Both the scene and the live broadcast room are boiling!

Regardless of whether they won or lost in the first round, the literati were all smiling at this moment. After all, the opponent was really strong, and it was an honor to lose.

Furthermore, the first round does not represent the final result.

In the past, everyone was hated too much by Xianyu, but now the literati have shown their strength and lived up to the expectations of the audience, of course they deserve to be happy!

Shu Ziwen held his head high!

Hua Weiming was still standing with his hands behind his back!

And when the applause gradually subsided and the judges were about to start the second round, Hua Weiming suddenly said:

"Wait a minute!"

The crowd laughed immediately.

Before the poetry conference, Hua Weiming said "wait a minute" and made an attack on Xianyu, directly coercing public opinion and dismissing Xianyu's position as a judge.

And this moment.

He shouted "Wait a minute" again, and many people had already guessed his intentions, and there were countless gloating gazes looking at a certain direction in the distance.

Xianyu's direction.

There are a lot of manuscript papers in front of Xianyu, you can vaguely see words on them, and Xianyu is still writing there!

This made many literati laugh out loud:

"Good guy."

"It's a lot to write."

"I'm afraid he is dissatisfied with his work, so try again and again, his mentality is out of balance."

"The waste manuscripts in one place are quite spectacular."

"I don't know whether I have written a decent work or not."

"Seeing that he is still writing, it should be that he has not yet written a satisfactory work."

"Actually, with his strength, even if he writes it, it's not surprising, but we are creating propositions, and he freely chooses topics and creates freely. Not to mention that he is still writing until now, obviously he has not written a good work."

"Ha ha."

I really think everyone is a fool, I don't know if he wants to use this method to take advantage, but it's a pity that he was mistaken by his cleverness.

……

In the discussion.

Director Huang looked at Hua Weiming with a headache: "What else do you want to say?"

Hua Weiming said with a smile: "I see that although Xiaoyou Xianyu retired, he seems unwilling and is also trying to create. Since he can choose topics freely, he should be able to write a good poem. How about reading it?" Come out and let everyone appreciate it, the eighty literati present can be his judges together with a few teachers on the stage, shouldn't they be qualified?"

Director Huang gritted his teeth.

Now in this situation, even if Xianyu writes a good poem, it doesn't make sense, because there are good poems in all the pavilions.

Moreover, the major pavilions are propositional creations.

Xianyu is free to choose the topic, and the space to play is not limited.

Under such circumstances, no matter how good Xianyu's poems are, the literati will never say anything good.

She just wanted to get over it quickly.

Who would have thought that Hua Weiming would never let him go.

It seems that Hua Weiming, this group of literati and some of the existence behind them really want to completely discredit Xianyu.

But she can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

With so many eyes staring at him, and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, he could only bite the bullet and turn his head. Director Huang had said before that he would read Xianyu's poems aloud.

"Teacher Xianyu?"

When Director Huang spoke, her eyelids twitched slightly, and of course she saw that Xianyu was still writing.

It seemed he was out of balance.

Because he has been writing for nearly half an hour.

After all, he was a young man, so he would inevitably fall into a daze after suffering such a blow.

Director Huang sighed inwardly.

Seeing that the camera seemed to be sweeping towards his position, Shu Ziwen said calmly, "It seems like a long time has passed."

He is reminding the audience:

Xianyu not only chooses the topic freely, but also creates overtime.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The audience who hated Xianyu immediately understood, and a barrage floated by:

"Have you seen the waste manuscripts in that place?"

"Haven't written it in half an hour?"

"No inspiration for free choice of topics?"

"The top ten pavilions are all 10-minute proposition creations."

"Why are Xianyu's fans dumb?"

"Keep calling."

Seeing that Xianyu is still writing, everyone thinks that he has not written a satisfactory work.

And the manuscripts all over the floor are the best proof, they should all be scrapped manuscripts written by Xianyu.

……

Director Huang is calling himself.

After hearing this, Lin Yuan put down his pen and looked at the manuscripts of poems all over the floor. He was not sure how many poems he had written.

all in all.

Should be enough, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan closed his pen.

Everyone in the Yu Dynasty saw Lin Yuan put away his pen, looked at each other, and suddenly became dejected, with an expression that seemed to have endless regrets.

such a pity.

It would have been nice if it had been longer.

"Look at those stars."

Some literati laughed, and then all literati laughed.

The reactions of everyone in the Yu Dynasty proved more and more that Xianyu's talents were exhausted.

Director Huang bit his lips: "Does Mr. Xianyu have any suitable manuscripts? You can choose your favorite reciter."

Poems are still to be read.

Lin Yuan looked at the group of reciters and shook his head.

"Didn't write it out?"

Director Huang's voice was full of disappointment, it really was.

Lin Yuan shook his head again, but didn't answer any more. He seemed a little tired. He rubbed his wrist, and then looked at the Yu Dynasty people:

"Is it in order?"

Everyone was wronged: "There are too many, I can't sort them out, I only sorted out a small part."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan didn't care either: "Then you can read randomly."

"I'll come first, don't grab it!"

Sun Yaohuo directly picked up a small pile of "waste manuscripts" that everyone agreed to, and walked silently to the first pavilion.

This action stunned the audience.

What do you mean?

Did you write it down?

Why did this Sun Yaohuo bring a small stack of waste manuscripts?

Bian Huan, who won the position of leader of the first pavilion, looked at Sun Yaohuo who came suddenly with playfulness, and his voice was quite teasing:

"The quality is not enough, how about the quantity?"

The literati laughed, and the live broadcast room was full of laughter.

Sun Yaohuo didn't talk to anyone, just sat by the pavilion by himself.

The camera is on him.

Everyone stared at him.

After adjusting the microphone near his mouth, Sun Yaohuo's voice suddenly rang out:

"Fifty strings for no reason! One string and one pillar reminisce about the new year! Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies! Wang Dichun entrusted cuckoos with his heart! There are tears in the moon and pearls in the sea! The sun in Lantian is warm and jade smokes! This feeling can be regarded as a memory! But at that time... Already! Lost! Of course!"

Li Shangyin is here!

No advance brewing!

There is no eloquent voice and emotion!

Sun Yaohuo's voice was only angry and hoarse!

Especially the last three words, Sun Yaohuo almost gritted his teeth and said every word!