As an actor, it makes sense for me to know some kung fu, right?

"How could this happen? How could this happen! Damn it, damn it!"

Zhou Wenhao slapped his thigh heavily, his face darkened.

If any fortune teller saw his face at this moment, he would definitely come over and say something like, "The hall is darkening."

Fortunately, there is no fortune teller around Zhou Wenhao at this moment, otherwise, his mood will definitely be even worse at this moment.

But even so, President Zhou was very depressed.

He had worked so hard for so many days before, originally thinking that with the help of the newly attracted Qinglian layman, he could "kill" his "lifelong enemy" and also regain the situation he lost last time.

In order to achieve this goal, Zhou Wenhao also deliberately mobilized all his connections and finally held the Mid-Autumn Poetry Party tonight.

In order to have greater influence, he also specially mobilized the association's funds and contacted several TV stations and a large number of Internet celebrity anchors.

In fact, without the investment in these "hardware facilities", even if the duet between Qinglian layman and director Xu Lu is very exciting, it will definitely not achieve the explosive effect that we are seeing now.

It's a pity that this explosive situation did not achieve the effect Zhou Wenhao wanted.

Because now the 'boy named Xu' not only has no shame, but has been praised by countless audiences.

Of course, the same person who received praise was the 'Qinglian layman'.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to compete in poems, these two people can be said to have received much attention.

But the Modern Poetry Association, which originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to fly into the sky, failed to fly at all.

In fact, in the eyes of netizens, the Modern Poetry Association seems to be playing a 'villain' role.

This also led to the fact that even though the audience kept praising the two people competing for poetry, no one praised the organizer of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest at all.

The phrase "make wedding clothes for others" can be said to be a very vivid description of Zhou Wenhao's current situation.

What made him even more upset was.

The 'Qinglian layman' he tried so hard to win over turned out to be an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

He, Corporal Li Xian, Chairman of Zhou Congress, had endured that guy's bad temper for so long, and what did he get in the end?

Got nothing!

Moreover, I was scolded by that kid several times, and now I feel aggrieved just thinking about it!

"Made, if I had known this, why would I have put so much effort into doing this? I didn't get any benefits. Instead, I made it easier for others. Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

The more Zhou Wenhao thought about it, the angrier he became, and he became a little incoherent.

……

But after all, sadness only belongs to a few people.

Most people's attention at this moment is still on the two 'masters' present.

Especially seeing the two masters preparing to compete with other types of poetry made everyone cheer up again.

Without making people wait any longer, a new piece of work soon appeared in the blank box under the account 'Qinglian Jushi':

'Standing... leaning on the dangerous building... the wind is blowing... looking at the spring sorrow... gloomy... the sky...'

……

'The belt... gradually widened... I never regretted it... because of Yi... it disappeared... and I became haggard...'

Sure enough, everyone was not disappointed.

This time, the type of work written by 'Qinglian Jushi' is not only no longer a 'moon chanting poem', but the genre has also changed to a poem.

After seeing the content, countless viewers were amazed:

"It's so beautiful. It's really so beautiful. Without the restriction of the subject matter of 'Poetry on Chanting the Moon', the limit of Qinglian layman has been greatly improved again!"

"'As the belt grows wider, I will never regret it...' Oh my God, is this a poem that a human being can write?"

"But...I am uneducated, so I can only use one sentence to describe my mood at the moment."

"I feel that compared with layman Qinglian, I'm almost the same as a caveman on the top of the mountain..."

……

"Now I know that the gap between geniuses and ordinary people is the same as the gap between ordinary people and dogs."

"Hahahaha, the people upstairs are a bit too pessimistic. Dogs can't read. At least you can still read."

"I have decided to use the last two sentences of this poem as my own. Hahahaha, no one can steal it!"

"Hundan, I just wanted to say this. Now I'll give you a chance to take it back and let me say it!"

……

The audience went crazy.

The height of this poem is so extraordinary that even ordinary people can see it.

Even with all the previous poems as a basis, everyone was still shocked and breathless.

Of course, everyone also understands better what kind of creature a genius is.

And the consequences of this lyrics are obviously more than just the audience going crazy.

On the side of Zhang Xi, the melon-eating crowd, the mood can be called "horrified".

Because he found that his friend seemed to be not only smart, but also probably mentally disturbed.

He asked again carefully and said:

"Old Shen, what did you just say? Can you say it again? I didn't quite understand."

Fortunately, Shen Zizhen next to him quickly complied with his request and said with an affirmative look:

"I said that I wanted to become my disciple, Master Qinglian, and learn how to write poetry from him..."

Before Shen Zizhen could finish speaking, Zhang Xi jumped up like a cat with exploded fur.

His voice also rose an octave higher, and he said in a sharp voice:

"Are you crazy? Old Shen, you are already a famous poet, why do you suddenly want to be your teacher? You..."

However, Shen Zizhen was also very excited and retorted loudly:

"Compared to this Qinglian layman, I am nothing but a poet. I am just an ordinary person. If you call me a poet again in the future, I will be angry with you!

I am determined to become this master. No matter what the cost, I am willing to become a disciple of Master Qinglian. "

"Crazy, really crazy!"

Looking at his serious friend, Zhang Xi murmured.

He felt that the other party must have been too stimulated, so he acted and thought like this.

otherwise.

How could Shen Zizhen, a well-known poet in the circle, think of becoming a disciple of Lay Buddhist Qinglian?

Even if this Qinglian layman is indeed powerful, there is no need to become a disciple.

You are all members of the Modern Poetry Association, wouldn’t it be good to make friends?

Thinking of this, an even crazier idea suddenly came to Zhang Xi's mind.

He suddenly asked Shen Zizhen, who looked determined:

"By the way, Lao Shen, why don't you want to become a disciple of 'Director Xu Lu'? He can compete with 'Qinglian Jushi' in poetry, which shows that his level is very high!"

Originally, Zhang Xi said this because he wanted to see if he could 'fight fire with fire' to make his good friend sober and calm down.

But he didn't expect that when Shen Zi really heard the words, his eyes lit up instantly, he nodded repeatedly and said:

"You're right! If you can't become a disciple of 'Qinglian Lay Master', then it's the same as becoming an apprentice of 'Director Xu Lu'."

This……

Hearing this, Zhang Xi was stunned:

"It's over! Not only is this not 'fighting fire with fire', but it's 'making matters worse'."