I'm not a big star

Chapter 545 This word, this poem with hot eyes... Damn it!
"Brother Haoran, seeing you swaying ink like a spray, with a little silence in the lightness, opening and closing without losing the charm, I'm afraid you have a plan for this year's head?"

"No, it's just that I got a little bit of a little gain from looking at this proposition before. It happened to be full of inspiration and the book, but I can't be the leader or not. On the contrary, I think that brother Ming Xin danced his sleeve robe, and his appearance is extremely elegant. I'm afraid it's a bit tricky Well, you also have a plan in mind, right?"

"Haha! It's just a fluke, but Ouyang Hua is also aggressive this year. It must not be easy!"

"Ouyang Hua? He was lucky enough to get the first prize a few days ago. This year, I will not let him!"

"Brother Murong is so confident?"

"I have worked hard on poetry and writing, and I feel that I have achieved something this year, so this year's top prize must be mine! No one can take it away! Everyone, let it go, let it go!"

"Haha! Brother Murong is so confident! I am a talented person in my life, and I must use Brother Murong as an example."

"However, I feel that this year's talent has some flaws. For example, look at the brother in the corner. The way that brother holds the brush is really unprofessional, and he writes without any rules, which is definitely not orthodox. Presumably the things written are not as good as bullshit, and they are sloppy!"

"Haha, I don't think he looks like a literati in his clothes. I'm afraid he is an arty person who came in through the door. Let's see what he does...? He is not in the same world as us. I guess there will be no poems and books next year." him."

"Yeah, what do we do with this kind of person?"

Muronghe, Xu Haoran, and Liu Mingxin, the well-recognized talents among the young people, all gathered together to praise and admire each other after handing in their works, and then chatted and looked at Chu Qing, all in a condescending and haughty attitude Looking at Chu Qing.

Chu Qing naturally felt that several eyes were looking at him, and they whispered.

He heard the four words suffocating.

His face was not red and his heart was not beating.

He didn't care at all, and he was very calm.

What's wrong with me just pretending to be a fool?Something is coming to bite me!
However, when writing, it is not so calm.

At this moment, Chu Qing felt that it was not appropriate for her to hold the writing brush, and she even felt that there was something wrong with her hand no matter how she held it.

Eventually he gave up.

fuck it!

Why didn't I bring a system with me when I crossed?
If there is a system, I will immediately fill up my calligraphy skills, and then, like the master, writing casually is a classic, and writing casually is worth a thousand gold. If I do it casually, I will make these old men pay homage to them and call them masters, but now...

This is so bad, I can't pretend!
He's going to cry.

Chu Qing looked at the line of crooked words he had written, and suddenly felt something...

After finishing the poem, Chu Qing hesitated.

Forget it, it's better not to hand it in, if you do, then you will definitely be ashamed.

If you don't pay, you can be clean anyway, after all, no one will say that you are not?

After seeing all the gifted scholars who handed in their poems and books walk down with their heads held high, Chu Qing shook his head and made a decision.

He planned to throw this thing into the wastebasket and not hand it over.

"There are still 3 minutes left. Now, I have received 31 poems here, and I am still short of the last one."

"Since ancient times, we Chinese literati must have a brave heart and stand up to the power. If you dare not even hand in a small poem, then you are too degraded as a literati..." On the stage, old man Liu looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Chu Qing who had completely given up on himself in the corner.

The name of a literati?
Did someone not pay?

Don't even have the courage to submit poems?Who?

Following Old Man Liu's solemn gaze, and after his words seemed to point to something, everyone immediately followed his gaze and looked over...

Then, they saw Chu Qing.

Chu Qing felt that the atmosphere in the venue was very strange, and she stopped immediately when she was about to rub and throw away.

Then he looked up and saw all kinds of strange eyes.

He has become the center of attention.

What the hell!

What's the situation? It all depends on what I do?Am I the only one among these people who didn't submit a poem?Impossible, why is this old man so powerful!

Many thoughts appeared in Chu Qing's mind.

"Him? Hehe, judging by his attire, he is a newcomer!"

"Yeah, he is a newcomer, and he doesn't have the temperament that we literati should have at all."

"Who brought this person here?"

"Yeah, it looks silly..."

"He probably couldn't write it, so he planned to give up."

"I think so, but you can't even write a poem, what are you doing here, is it embarrassing?"

"Hey, when will our poetry and book club allow idlers to wait in?"

"Yes!"

At this time, there were many discussions...

Feeling that the atmosphere downstairs was not right, Liu Feifei and Wanyue on the second floor turned their heads, and then saw Chu Qing standing in the corner, holding a piece of paper, which seemed quite embarrassing.

"Huh? What is he doing here!"

"Qingzi? I'm not mistaken, how did Qingzi get here?"

"Don't he know that this place is not the entertainment circle, not the music scene? This is a holy place for literati. Isn't it uncomfortable for him to come here?"

"No, I have to go down and help Qingzi, otherwise Qingzi will be condemned."

"Don't be too busy, let's take a look first. I think he has written poems on paper, but he doesn't seem to want to hand them in."

"Why? Even if the writing is bad, you still have to hand it in. It's a kind of courage for Grandpa and the others to hand it in. If you don't hand it in after writing, it's a kind of retreat. Grandpa looks down on this kind of person the most. "

"Look first."

"Ah."

Liu Feifei stared at Chu Qing.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoyu also looked at Chu Qing.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew that his brother Qing's calligraphy could be regarded as rubbish in a mess, and maybe Qing brother really couldn't write anything now, after all, inspiration doesn't come every time, and classics don't always come along.

She roughly knew that Brother Qing might be afraid of embarrassment.

At this time, she began to regret it.

Before I come, why don't you teach Brother Qing calligraphy first, and explain the rules to Brother Qing by the way, now this...

This……

Doesn't this put Brother Qing in a dilemma?

I really shouldn't!

Just when Jiang Xiaoyu was regretting, Chu Qing who was below stood up speechlessly.

He was not used to being stared at by so many messy eyes, and he felt that if he dared to crumple what he wrote and throw it into the wastebasket, he would probably be killed by the eyes of these people.

What can he do?
He is desperate.

Moreover, what does this kind of person mean when he looks at himself like a coward?
How can this be!

Dry!
In the end, he could only stand up bravely, holding the poem he wrote, and walked up step by step speechlessly.

"Young man, if you have talent, you shouldn't hide it. If you hide it, you will...huh?" Old man Liu seemed to know Chu Qing, with a smile, took Chu Qing's paper, and glanced at it for a while.

Seeing this, his smile froze.

Then he looked at old man Jiang as if he had seen a ghost.

Old man Jiang immediately looked away, pretending not to contact old man Liu.

Old man Liu took a deep breath.

What is this writing about?This word is probably so rotten that it makes people vomit blood...

Hot eyes, absolutely hot eyes.

Old man Liu wanted to tear up these four lines.

Perhaps it was because Chu Qing knew that what he had written was really embarrassing, so after handing in the paper, he went back to his seat in the corner without saying a word, his eyes showing a bit of embarrassment.

But, fortunately, since I handed over this thing, everyone looked at me a lot less.

This made Chu Qing feel much less embarrassed.

"Ahem... Next, please be safe and don't be impatient. I will read the poem first. If the poem is acceptable, I can enter the next item of poetry reciting rating... If the poem is not good, I will be eliminated for now." After putting away the "poetry" for the eyes, he coughed lightly, then looked at the talented scholars below, and said lightly.

After hearing old man Liu's words, everyone's mood tightened. They felt an indescribable tension.

The first hurdle is the single-plank bridge. Basically, every year, 30 of these [-] talents will be selected, and the remaining [-] will officially start the ranking competition...

Can I be one of these ten people this year?

If I enter, will I have a chance to get the first prize this year?

Almost everyone has this idea in their hearts.

call!
After seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite bad about being noticed.

He felt ashamed today.

Among the eliminated people, there must be him, after all, his handwriting is really...

It sucks.

It's a pity that the classics have been tarnished, the classics have been tarnished.

Chu Qing began to regret that she had brought classics from another world over as soon as her head became hot...

No matter, drink some tea first to calm down the shock.

When Chu Qing subconsciously picked up the tea to drink, she put it down in an instant.

This tea is bitter!

Ok.

Don't you feel better today?
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"Xu Haoran's Wing Snow is good. It doesn't describe winter, but uses snow to describe winter."

"Huh? Liu Ming's chilling praise is also good. It has a bit of winter bleakness in it. It seems that there are other intentions."

"I think, the Murong River's Frost is more interesting..."

"Well, yes, Muronghe's is also good. He really is a top student in the Chinese Department of Yanda University."

"What? Is this Ouyang Hua's Yongmei? This Yongmei...this...haha, Ouyang Hua is indeed worthy of being an outstanding talent among the younger generation, and the things he writes are really full of charm and wonderful. Yes! Yes, Personally, I think it can be included in the selection of Shishuge."

"Yeah, it's really good. With the gem of "Drunkenness" in front, I think this year's top prize will become a good story for Ouyang Hua."

"Yes!"

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, where is the young talent you strongly recommend? I looked through his poems... I remember his name is Chu Qing, right? I want to see how talented he is to write the infinite beauty of the setting sun. The verses of evening..."

"Here, Mr. Jiang, it seems that you are going to lose your face this time. This young man's calligraphy is really unsightly. I think his poems are plum blossoms? Tsk tsk, the intention is quite good. I don't know... what !" Old Liu looked at Old Man Jiang cheerfully, and turned out Chu Qing's poem with a smile on his face, but when he took a second glance, his eyes widened, and he seemed to be in shock.

"What's the matter? What's the problem? Could it be that the handwriting is so bad?" At this time, Mr. Xu also felt strange, and came over, "This...this...how is it possible...this is written by him?"

"Even if this young man's handwriting is poor, it's not like this, right? Let me see, um, although it's very poor, but he can still recognize, at least he can recognize the characters, right? Plum blossoms? Well, next...what!" Chen Lao He also came over and shook his head.

After reading it, Mr. Chen was also stunned.

This……

This……

This Nima...

This……

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a moment.

It's true that the word is hot, but this poem, this poem...

Was it written by this young man?

in too...

It's shocking!

(End of this chapter)