Reborn, I became a trendsetter in the music industry

Witnessing the sudden counterattack of the Zhongzhou team, it was as if a small object you had been playing with in the palm of your hand for a long time suddenly turned around and played tricks on you one day.

This made them feel like there was something stuck in their throats, making them feel uncomfortable.

Behind the scenes of Hanzhou, Park Min-young didn't know how she came back.

As he was about to sit down in a daze, he saw the association members looking at him with surprise and confusion.

Someone raised a playful smile and said jokingly, "Teacher Park, did you show mercy today? This result is not like your usual level. Huang Yang won. Could it be that time is not forgiving and menopause has arrived?"

Someone on the other side also shook his head and sighed, full of confusion: "With your strength, how could you end up with such a result at the beginning? It's really puzzling."

Faced with everyone's questioning and inquiring eyes, Park Min-young was not angry. Instead, she chuckled, and a deep light flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, whether you believe it or not, I didn't let you win. If you fight with the Central Continent side, please be careful and cautious."

Don't be as careless as he was, blinded by his own pride and thus lose his judgment.

"Of course we won't be like you and go on stage without friends. We still know how to handle this properly!" Someone answered confidently, obviously not taking Park Min-young's warning seriously.

Park Min-young looked at those who were still arrogant and ignored his reminders, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, in this case, then I wish you good luck!"

After saying that, he really didn't want to stay here any longer. Looking at these arrogant and rude faces, and recalling that he might have been like this in the past, he couldn't help but shake his head in shame.

So he resolutely stood up and left the backstage, walked into the audience, found a seat and sat down to continue watching the game.

The competition on the field continued, and the exchanges between the various continents reached a white-hot stage.

In the next three rounds, it was not the turn of Zhongzhou to perform, but the poetic creativity of other continents made Ji Xingyi feel that she had been careless in the beginning.

Even though they cannot compare with the thousand-year history and culture of Blue Star, the poetry creation of these people is unique.

Although it is closer to modern poetry and is very different from ancient poetry, it can still give people a refreshing feeling.

But as she looked at him, her expression became more and more strange.

Now on her desktop is a lyric poem on the theme of water written by contestant Fuzhou Fang.

"'Flowing Water Expresses My Feelings', the clear water flows slowly through my heart. The river flows endlessly, and my thoughts are hard to collect."

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong; even the accounts are neatly arranged and quite artistic.

But after careful consideration, it gave her a feeling of doggerel.

The indescribable strange feeling made Ji Xingyi lower her voice involuntarily and asked Li Shiyuan beside her: "President Li, what do you think of this poem?"

Li Shiyuan could not figure out the meaning of Ji Xingyi's question, but just nodded in approval as usual: "This is a relatively stable piece of work, which fits the theme very well."

"Don't you think it's a little strange?" Ji Xingyi asked.

"I don't feel it's weird. Isn't this just a standard poem? And it's written quite well," Li Shiyuan replied.

Li Shiyuan's answer made Ji Xingyi feel helpless.

Well, perhaps it was because she was deeply influenced by the ancient cultural traditions of Blue Star, so she found it difficult to find anything amazing in such poetry.

She felt that the poems lacked an indescribable charm.

There's not even any taste...

Thinking of this, she finally realized that this was where the problem lay!

It’s the taste!

These poems lack the charm of ancient style. Compared with the ancient poems on the Blue Planet, the difference in the charm of the poems here is not even a little bit.

Compared with the profound poems on the blue planet, the works of many people here are more like modern versions of plain water writing.

Although it conforms to the standards and aesthetics of modern poetry, it is far from the true way of poetry.

"President Ji, what do you think of this piece?" Li Shiyuan asked curiously when he saw her expression changing unpredictably.

Ji Xingyi glanced at the situation on the field calmly and said lightly: "It has no taste."

"Ah? No taste?" Li Shiyuan was stunned when he heard that.

He looked at the draft of the poem on the table in confusion, thinking, "Isn't this a good work? Is President Ji hungry?"

"I can only say that it is far from what I think is the way of poetry and rhyme. It is too plain and lacks poetic rhyme."

Ji Xingyi said with a calm expression and no emotion in his eyes.

After hearing this, Li Shiyuan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows slightly.

I was speechless in my heart: "Do you think everyone can be like you, and can easily write poems with ancient charm..."

However, he remained calm and responded, "Compared with ancient poems, this poem is indeed in line with the characteristics of modern poetry. But nowadays everyone writes this way, and few people care about whether to imitate the ancient rhyme."

"This is not a question of imitating ancient style or not." Ji Xingyi shook his head with a hint of regret in his tone.

"It's that their poems lack the cultural background. Without that deep sense of background, it's hard to leave a deep impression on people. They may look good at first glance, but when you savor them carefully, you'll find that they lack soul and naturally have no flavor."

Without taste, it's just plain water.

As Li Shiyuan listened to Ji Xingyi's words, he couldn't help but begin to re-examine the poem in his mind.

It is indeed as she said, although this poem meets the standards of modern poetry, its artistic conception seems a bit bland and lacks the kind of charm that moves people.

His thoughts couldn't help but think of the ancient poems created by Ji Xingyi, such as "Pipa Xing" and "Sound and Rhythm Enlightenment".

The cultural heritage and charm they contain are simply incomparable to this poem.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but compare his works with these poems.

He originally planned to give it a score of 9.8, but immediately changed the score and filled in 8.

Ji Xingyi couldn't help but freeze when she saw his actions. Did she lead people astray...

As the exchanges and competitions of people from other continents came to an end, the representatives of Central Continent also entered the seventh match.

Ji Xingyi had a deep memory of this person, Ma Wenjun, who was good at sophistry.

Ma Wenjun, also a young and promising man, had already joined the official poetry association at the age of only 36.

His poetry writing style is unique, especially based on sophistry, which is amazing.

His opponent is Suzuda Maki from the Fuzhou Poetry Association, who is also a representative figure in poetry creation.

As the host started to make the announcement, the turntable slowly started to move again.

In the end, they drew the pair.

This part requires both parties to have neat parallelism and complementary artistic conception.

This is undoubtedly a fierce collision of wisdom and talent.

The order of spelling determines the priority, and the choice of the first one falls on Fuzhou.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Suzuda Maki's mouth. He then elegantly extended his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said humbly and politely: "Please!"

"Seven wins out of ten games, Wenjun Jun, I won't be polite then!"

Ma Wenjun nodded calmly, and responded with the same courtesy, returning a polite gesture, indicating that Suzuda Mu could start his first couplet.

In the center of the quaint venue, Ma Wenjun and Suzuda Mu stood face to face, surrounded by audiences and judges who were waiting with bated breath.

Suzuda Maki coughed lightly and cleared his throat, with a challenging gleam in his eyes.

"Mr. Wenjun, please write the first line of the couplet, 'The spring breeze blows across my face and the peach blossoms smile.'"

Ma Wenjun smiled slightly, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "The autumn rain moistens the heart and the chrysanthemums turn yellow."

Although the voice was soft, each word was clear, the parallelism was neat, and the artistic conception was appropriate, which caused people from the Poetry Association on the scene to murmur in admiration.

Suzuta Maki nodded, and then threw out the second pair: "The moon shines on the cold river, reflecting the lonely shadow."

Ma Wenjun was not in a hurry, and a faint smile still hung on the corner of his mouth: "The wind blows through the ancient temple and the bell sound is heard."

His answers were equally quick and precise, not only in terms of word count and parts of speech, but also in terms of artistic conception, creating a quiet and profound atmosphere.

As pairs continued to be exchanged, the atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense.

Suzuta Mu frowned slightly, obviously looking for a perfect pair that would stump Ma Wenjun.

Finally, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Books are full of love and wisdom!"

Ma Wenjun heard this, and a sly look flashed in his eyes. He pretended to hesitate for a moment before answering: "The country intends to forge a heroic soul."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a silent gasp in the conference hall.

This is not only because of the cleverness of the parallelism, but also because of the profound meaning contained in Ma Wenjun's poems.

In the end, Ma Wenjun won the pair competition with his outstanding performance.

When the judges announced the result, Suzuta Mu tried to put on a smile and hypocritically congratulated Ma Wenjun: "Mr. Wenjun, today's battle has benefited me a lot."

Ma Wenjun also responded with a humble smile: "Mr. Lingtian, thank you for letting me win. The way of poetry is about communication. It is my honor to be able to compete with you today."

Suzuta was so choked that he could hardly breathe.

How lucky he is!

I lost, it's unfortunate!