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Chapter 382 Invalid grades?

"Hello, everyone at the scene and the audience in front of the TV. Welcome to the New Year's Eve Poetry Conference held by Beijing Satellite TV. First of all, let us welcome today's judges with the warmest applause-the famous writer Mr. Bao Zhiguo, Deng Jiumei and Deng Teacher, Teacher Mu Junhao, Teacher Wen Yue!"

The first row of the auditorium below immediately stood up, and many staff led the audience to applaud to create an atmosphere. Of course, it was impossible for the camera to capture them.

This is the first time Fatty sees Bao Zhiguo, and Xiang Youxinsheng's words are absolutely right. This guy is definitely the most ugly one that Fatty has ever seen since his rebirth, with a murderous look. The pig guy had to pretend to be a man of culture, as awkward as he could be, and the other two were not much better.

As for the Deng Jiumei next to her, she looks much more comfortable. She is a grandma with silver hair, but she has a kind face and a bookish air all over her body, which makes people feel like a character from a scholarly family. Son.

"I will repeat the rules of today's competition here. In the first session, our fifty contestants showed their poems, and the four judges and three hundred audience voted to select the winner. One point for each win;
The top ten contestants with the highest scores in the first round will advance to the second round. The two judges will randomly select questions. Each topic will be limited to 5 minutes. Vote for the best work, and the contestant with the highest votes wins the qualification to learn from our on-site judges! "

This is the first time that Fat Brother has heard the rules of this Laoshizi competition, but it is all trivial to him. In the 5000 years of China, so many literati and poets have left golden sentences and calligraphy. Isn’t it enough for him to be alone? .

"The first round begins!"

At the order of the supporter, the other contestants started to write quickly, only the fat brother was still thinking about which song he would write.

Fat Brother’s number plate is number, so his seat is in the last row, which is the highest row. Originally, the cameraman couldn’t take care of that remote location, but he is really eye-catching. Other players are afraid that their family and friends will not know. I was on TV by myself, but he was the only one who covered himself tightly, and when others were writing wildly, he was alone in a daze.

The camera quickly focused on the fat man, and the stunned fat man immediately appeared on the big screen on the stage, attracting all kinds of discussions, ridicule and ridicule from the crowd.

"Why doesn't that thing move?"

"Why are you still in a daze at this juncture, maybe you didn't write it!"

"Look at his dumbfounded look. If you expect him to write something good, it's probably just a couple of doggerel lines."

"But why do I look at him, I feel a bit like a fat brother?"

"Crazy, isn't it? Otherwise, what is Zhou's identity, he will come to this kind of program? Even if he is invited to be a judge, he may not come."

"He can be a judge at that time, don't make fun of him."

"Don't be ashamed if you don't know, I tell you, Zhou is not worse than those judges on the stage!"

"What a quarrel, that man has started writing."

Sure enough, the weird man in the mask and hat also began to bury his head in his book. Fat Brother didn't know that he had miraculously become the focus of the audience when he was in a daze just now. Even the two judges on the stage looked at him Deng Jiumei thought nothing of it and looked relieved, but Bao Zhiguo frowned in dissatisfaction, as if he felt that this disrespectful player was an eyesore.

"Okay, time is up, please show your works!"

The host took the time to announce.

Everyone stopped to check. This was a work they had written a long time ago, but this was their first time on stage. Some people were worried about typos, while others wanted to make their words look as good as possible.

The next step is to comment on their poems one by one. The speed of the judges is quite fast. At first glance, you can basically have a general idea of ​​whether a poem is good or bad. This is the case, and it took about 40 minutes for the audience to vote. , Of course, after editing in the later stage, only the best written... and the worst will be left.

As time passed by, Bao Zhiguo looked a little impatient, and he didn't even open his mouth to comment. Mu Junhao kept a straight face from the beginning to the end, and Wen Yue looked like a monkey, always thinking that he wanted to Do something earth-shattering, but Deng Jiumei is still unhurried, making every player feel like a spring breeze.

"I feel that these entries are not very good!"

"Yeah, the amateur group is too amateur."

"Let's see how the remaining two are. If they are all at this level, we'll leave early. It's meaningless."

Not only Bao Zhiguo on the stage, but many audience members in the audience watched the doggerel for nearly an hour, and they were ready to move. Although many of them couldn't write it, they still had the ability to appreciate it. These are some shit poems.

"The following is the work "Chun Xing" by contestant No. 49: the fragrance of the imperial city is full of spring, the fast horses and light cars are everywhere, the palace trees cleverly hide the warblers, the garden cloud protects the moon, and the worries come to plan to break the things in the cup. When I am sick, I still hang the stones on the rocks, and it is like a jade hall, and it is easy to enjoy it when I am young."

The expressions of the several judges on the stage finally changed a bit, and finally there was one who could see a little bit, and the audience below were also talking about it.

"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, why is spring still here? It took me several years to write this poem."

"You don't care if someone has been writing for a few years. If you can write it, it's fine. You can do it!"

"I estimate that No. 49 should be the one with the highest score in the first round."

"I think so too!"

"The audience voting will start now! We can see that the number of votes is rising rapidly, oh, it has broken through 50! It has broken through 100! Contestant 49's "Chunxing" has 117 votes in the first round, and it is currently ranked first!"

The host announced loudly that the score of No.2 was only 87 votes. Fat Brother couldn't help but glanced at No. 49 beside him in surprise. Well.

When the No. 49 contestant heard the host announce that she was number one, she tried very hard to look calm, but the uncontrollable smile at the corner of her mouth still revealed her complacency.

"Next, is the last contestant's work "Qinyuanchun·Snow"."

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but wildness. Up and down the river, it suddenly loses its torrential flow. The mountain dances with silver snakes, and the original galloping wax figure. I want to compare myself with the gods. I must see the red clothes on a sunny day. Wrapped in plain, extraordinarily enchanting.

The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to bow down.Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, slightly lost literary talent.Tang Zong and Song Zu are a little less coquettish.Genghis Khan, the proud son of heaven, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles.It's all over, count the romantic figures, and look at the present. "

The host read halfway through, and began to recite involuntarily, with a surge of majesty, the audience all sat up straight and pricked up their ears for fear of missing something. Judge Deng Jiumei was moved when he heard the second sentence Finally, it's not that breezy appearance, but looking at this work on the big screen in shock.

The rest of the people also nodded involuntarily. They are a little wretched, but they still have basic literary accomplishments. After all, they are here to eat.

As soon as the host finished reading, there was thunderous applause from the audience!
"The audience voting starts now! Let's guess... oh my god, the number of votes broke through 200 in an instant! 260! 296! 297! 300! All votes! Audience friends, you have seen a miracle, the first one in the poetry conference to receive unanimous support s work!"

The host shouted excitedly.

Deng Jiumei can't wait to comment on this work and communicate with this mysterious No. 50 contestant!

In order to save time, the program group will not comment on all the works in the early stage. Only after confirming which 10 people will be selected for the second round will they make up the previous comment session.

Just when the atmosphere of the scene was warm, the No. 49 contestant next to Fat Brother suddenly raised his hand, and the staff handed over the microphone after getting the host's consent.

"I protest! His grades should be invalidated. The poem that was agreed for the first round of competition is a word!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar!

(End of this chapter)