The superstar starts from the termination of the contract

Chapter 599 You can do it now

Yang Zhiguang did not immediately ask these participating guests to create on-site, but said to them: "Let's put this question aside for now. Do you have any friends who are eager to show up?"

This is very obvious. If it is placed in ancient times, this is obviously a challenge for the people below, which belongs to the form of fighting in the ring.

Generally speaking, anyone who likes poetry must know people like Qingtong Literature Society and have no doubts about their strength.

Just now, Yang Zhiguang and Guo Qiongying have recited their creations, and many people in the audience are amazed. Who dares to go on stage now?

If they really had this kind of strength, they probably would have joined the Qingtong Literature Club long ago.

For a long while, no one answered.

Yang Zhiguang said with a smile: "Don't you all want to keep your strength and wait until the last moment to make a blockbuster?"

It was obvious that he was speaking sarcastically.

The creation of poems is not about fighting, and there is no such thing as retaining strength.

If there is really ink in his stomach, he can definitely speak it into words, and he can make up a poem for just one thing.

Lu Fan sat without moving. He felt that it was not the official game time yet. If he just said "will enter the wine", it would be meaningless.

Besides, he also wanted to see how the other people were doing.

If Wang Zha was released directly at the beginning of the game, Lu Fan was really afraid that it would hurt their confidence.

Yang Zhiguang asked twice, but still no one dared to stand up.

In this way, the live broadcast room is happy.

Among them, Lu Fan's fans accounted for half, Heizi accounted for a part, and the rest were passers-by who wanted to watch the fun.

"Did you see it? Lu Fan just disappeared."

"This is for other fields, Lu Fan has already rushed to kill the Quartet."

"Why is he bothering? If he doesn't have the strength, he will force it."

"Seeing Lu Fan's deflated look, I couldn't help laughing."

These people sneered at Lu Fan, and his fans immediately defended:
"Hehe, Master laughed, have you ever seen a master come out first?"

"Now you haven't started any formal creation, what is Brother Lu doing?"

"I guess Brother Lu must be afraid that he will shock others if he makes a move, so he just sat still."

But the vast majority of Lu Fan's fans didn't speak up, because they didn't have the confidence themselves.

In addition, what these partners said was too exaggerated, and they also felt ashamed.

We don't even know what's going on with Brother Lu, so why not keep a low profile?

At the scene, Yang Zhiguang saw that no one came up, and originally wanted to call Lu Fan directly, because he had already shown his strength, and he could drag Lu Fan into the water and humiliate him severely.

Every year at the Qingtong Literature Club's poetry conference, although there are some talented people outside, they can't stand their wheels at all, and the final winners are always the members of the Qingtong Literature Club.

However, if the other party really has talent in this area, Qingtong Literature Society will invite them to join us.

There are very few such people, and there are only a few people in ten years.

Most of them were immediately defeated in less than three rounds with the members of the Qing Tong Literature Club.

Just when Yang Zhiguang was about to ask Lu Fan to come up, a guest suddenly stood up and said, "Student Yang Zhiguang, let me try."

This person looks to be about 25 or [-] years old. He wears black-rimmed glasses and looks unattractive. It is estimated that no one will take a second look at him when he is walking on the street.

It's not that this person is inferior, but because he is just too ordinary.

"Alright, let's invite classmate Luo Zhen to come on stage."

Yang Zhiguang definitely couldn't refuse him, anyway, Lu Fan couldn't escape today, so there was no need to rush for a while.

Because these lists were checked by Yang Zhiguang, he knew the names of all the people on the field by heart, so he directly invited this guest named Luo Zhen to come on stage.

Yang Zhiguang was very polite, because although Luo Zhen didn't look very good in appearance, he was actually quite talented, and his poems had been published in many newspapers and other representative platforms.

These people from the Qingtong Literature Society all spoke well of him.

Because this is Peking University, so the address between each other is still mainly classmates.

"Hi Luo Zhen, I don't know what poem you want to recite?"

Yang Zhiguang asked politely.

Although Luo Zhen's appearance is not very good, this kind of person has an innate self-confidence, not to say that he is blindly confident, but that this confidence comes from his daily accumulation.

"Student Guo Qiongying recited a poem with wine just now, and I suddenly felt that I wanted to compose a poem on the spot."

Luo Zhen's voice was not loud, and even his confidence sounded a little lacking.

However, it was such a soft-sounding voice that shocked many people's hearts.

Creation on the spot?

Isn't this the theme of this Poetry Conference?
Do not!
This has always been the purpose of the Poetry Conference.

Professor Shen, and another old man, who is also a professor of the Department of Literature, surnamed Fang, saw Luo Zhen coming to the stage, and everyone's eyes showed anticipation.

"Xiangyang, what do you think of this guy named Luo Zhen?" Professor Fang asked in a low voice.

Professor Shen on the side also looked at him, wanting to hear what he thought of Luo Zhen?
Xu Xiangyang was very calm, and did not have any emotional changes because Luo Zhen came to power.

He replied: "Professor Fang, Professor Shen, this Luo Zhen is indeed a bit talented. I heard his name before when I was in the Qingtong Literature Club. Given time, he will definitely become a very famous person among contemporary people." One, but now I think he is still a little short of fire."

Professor Shen said with a smile: "Xiang Yang has always had a very high vision. If Luo Zhen can't catch your eyes, then the younger generation really won't be able to find another person."

Professor Fang suddenly made a joke at this time: "You can't say that, you can worship yourself."

The meaning behind this sentence is that Xu Xiangyang is the most powerful young poet. Not only Professor Fang thinks so, but Professor Shen also nodded after hearing it.

Yang Zhiguang was very happy when he heard Luo Zhen say that he wanted to create on the spot.

In that case, did he directly want to push the atmosphere of the scene to a climax?

"Welcome!" Yang Zhiguang smiled all over his face, "Student Luo Zhen, do you need us to give you a moment?"

Luo Zhen's originally ordinary face seemed to suddenly have a confident radiance, and said: "No, this is not a difficult problem, I can do it now."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

And the live broadcast room exploded directly.

Many people were asking questions, and some were searching for Luo Zhen's information.

(End of this chapter)