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Chapter 70 Wang Fanzhi

[What the hell? 】

【What is she talking about? 】

[She doesn't think that five characters and five characters are connected together to form a poem, right? 】

[Really Shuan Q, after the inventor of history, there is also the inventor of Tang poetry]

[I'm watching a funny show? 】

[Look, I was so scared by other program groups that I forgot the countdown]

In the live broadcast room, barrages flew by.

The scene was silent at first, and then some people began to discuss in low voices.

Xiao Zhiyu was obviously also stunned.

The think tank didn't speak, so she could only look at Ren Bo next to her.

Ren Bo was embarrassed by the staring eyes, scratched his head: "Um, I don't know."

Xiao Zhiyu's scalp was numb: "Aren't you a doctor?"

"Oh, I'm a PhD in geological engineering."

"Didn't it mean that the research object was very ancient and buried underground?"

"Yes, isn't it ancient? Hundreds of millions of years."

Xiao Zhiyu: ...

I don't know anything else, ten seconds must have passed.

On the other side of the earphones, only the voices of "think tanks" arguing and shirking each other—

"You search slowly!"

"Fart, you're bothering me."

"What kind of crap is this, I can't even think of the input method, how can it be faster?"

"Which idiot made the rules, ten seconds can make wool?"

Xiao Zhiyu: ...

My mother...why doesn't she speak?

Xiao Zhiyu's face became more and more ugly.

no?What miser, poor and dead?

She asked in a strange way: "Is this poetry?"

Xiao Zhiyu looked at Feng He, expecting to see even a trace of escape from her eyes.

But the girl looked so indifferent, as if she was not a person in this world.

On the other hand, Qiao Zhenzhen next to her, if she wasn't under the camera, she would hardly be able to hold back the smile on her face.

Isn't this sentence really nonsense?
The director's voice came from the host's earphone again: "What are you doing?"

It is difficult for the host not to be at a loss.

What is this little girl talking nonsense about?
What procedure should be performed now?

He could only bite the bullet and ask Fenghe: "Uh, Xiaohe, where is the source of this poem?"

Please, admit that it was edited on the spot.

"Wang Fanzhi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a preface to his ten poems." Feng He said lightly.

"Wang, Wang Fanzhi?"

Why haven't you heard of it?
The host expected to hear something from him, but unfortunately there was none.

He could only save the scene with his own efforts: "Then Xiaohe, can you introduce us to Wang Fanzhi?"

Feng He nodded and said:

"Wang Fanzhi, a vernacular poet monk, was born in Liyang, Weizhou. He was born in the late Sui Dynasty and died in the Tang Gaozong period. His creative activities were mainly carried out in the early Tang Dynasty."

Seeing that the host was still in a daze, she added: "Xinhai Ancient Books Publishing House has a book called "Annotations to Wang Fanzhi's Poems."

[I wipe, family members, I checked, it is true]

[Sister is awesome, I really thought she was talking nonsense just now]

[Brothers, let's crowdfund a Du Niang for the host]

[I have wronged my sister, I want to invite her to a meal to express my apology, and I can bring more Qiao Zhenzhen too]

Xiao Minyuan had just finished admiring her shoes, and when she looked up, she saw exactly this scene on the screen.

She heard something was wrong in the channel, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, this, it's no wonder why the question is too biased."

"Yeah, what you told us before is the most in the whole Tang poetry..."

"And this Wang Fanzhi's poem is too vulgar, who studies this now?"

How come the more I hear it, the more something is wrong.

What does it mean, you lost at the beginning?

She went to ask the assistant again: "What's the situation?"

The little girl was so anxious that she was about to cry: "I was helping you shine your shoes just now, I don't know."

Xiao Minyuan didn't really want to admit the status quo, so she went back to the car and grabbed the microphone.

"Zhiyu? Zhiyu?"

Xiao Zhiyu didn't want to talk at all.

Why let the other party ask first, isn't this a direct loss...

Really embarrassing.

After listening to Fenghe's stern introduction, the host smiled all over his face and continued to make jokes: "Oh, this vernacular poet monk is quite interesting."

He was waiting for the director to call the shots—

The voice on the other side was furious: "It's almost eight o'clock, hurry up and announce the result!"

Thank goodness!It seems that the director's team has finally gone to the mother-in-law.

"I declare that we, Qiao Zhenzhen, will win this poetry conference!"

The applause was sparse.

Mainly, the audience is at a loss.

[This ended...so abruptly]

[No way, the illiterate sister actually won]

[What about the [-]-round battle between Empress Liu and Concubine Li Chen as promised? 】

[Upstairs, are you sure it's something you can watch without paying? 】

Netizens are at a loss.

The host was also at a loss.

He glanced at his watch, and there were still five minutes until the agreed end time.

Under the stage, the leaders who participated in the opening ceremony all entered the arena one after another.

So in the end, should we continue to dig up Qiao Zhenzhen's black material as we agreed before?

Just, very urgent.

It feels like I have met the Waterloo of hosting career.

He was in a daze when a man dressed in the hall walked onto the stage and took the microphone from him.

Savior!slip away!

Xiao Zhiyu also lifted her skirt and hurried down the stage.

The moment she passed by Fenghe, she felt a black shadow passing by her ears, and then the little girl told her softly that her hair had fallen out.

Or the little girl who was ordered by himself...

There is really no shame, only more shame.

Xiao Zhiyu took the flower from the head and thanked her, before leaving the stage in despair.

Qiao Zhenzhen also pulled Feng He to leave, but was signaled by Director Hou to stay.

"Leaders and guests, good evening everyone. I am the person in charge of the Organizing Committee of the Great Tang Culture Week, Hou Yu."

"The female guest who won today's poetry competition will be given a special mission, that is, to become the image ambassador of this prosperous Tang Dynasty culture week!"

"Congratulations to Ms. Qiao Zhenzhen with applause. Our guests will present the letter of appointment to Ms. Qiao on behalf of the organizing committee later."

Then there is the fixed item of Silly Baji.

Shaking hands, posing for photos, and delivering two victory speeches that were completely unprepared, he was finally let go.

Feng He waited for her under the stage with her back on her back.

Qiao Zhenzhen walked behind her, her expression became more and more strange, she pulled her to the far side of the parking lot, finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "You, you, why are you wearing this dress, I mean, a coat?"

Feng He took off his clothes and looked him back and forth.

Blue, white stripes, with words.

That's right, it's in line with what she concluded, modern Chinese people must dress for formal occasions.

She was a little dazed: "Is there something wrong with this coat? Is it not good-looking?"

Qiao Zhenzhen: ...

She squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "It's true, no, it's not good-looking."

This is the clothes she wore when she was shooting the commercial for the first time, so it was kept as a treasure.

At that time, I was still a newcomer, and the girls in the company felt that it was a bit low to advertise for the Auto Repair Academy. They pushed and pushed, and of course they pushed it to the person with the lowest qualifications.

The clothes themselves are designed by a famous sports brand, and they are not ugly. There is only a logo printed on the front. It looks like a simple sportswear, with words on the back.

So much so that she hadn't noticed it just now.

It is estimated that her family is going to be on fire...

"Well, I think it looks pretty too."

"No... Didn't you read the following words?"

"Words? You say this?"

Feng He pointed to the words "Dong'an Auto Repair College", nodded and said:

"Steam ventilation, Zhuangzi has a cloud, the life of a person is the gathering of qi. There is also Confucianism, self-cultivation and family harmony. I think this college is very good."

Qiao Zhenzhen: ...

Enterprise-level understanding!

The chairman of Dong'an Education is afraid that he will kowtow to you.

She actually forgot that her thigh is a goblin who is obsessed with "study".

But the explanation still needs to be explained: "No, this auto repair means car repair."

Qiao Zhenzhen decided that in the future, she still had to give her family Xiaohe some abbreviated vocabulary.

"Car maintenance?" Feng He pointed to the parking lot, "Do you mean repairing such a car?"

"correct."

"Wow! It's amazing!"

Qiao Zhenzhen: ...

All right, no rush.

There will be plenty of time to teach slowly in the future.

"Let's go, I have to show off a chicken leg before Aunt Hua finds out. Speaking of which, how did you think of asking vernacular poetry?"

"I was at..."

Just as Feng He opened his mouth, he was suddenly stunned.

There seems to be someone walking over the parking lot?
　Oh my god, I didn’t eat any food when I came back from the nucleic acid test. It’s half an earthquake. Let’s go first...

　　Worried about being buried and unable to post (Hey!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)