From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 163

After Song Hongdou finished recording the program for the day, she sat in the nanny's car, drinking lemonade while leisurely flipping through her phone.

Soon, she noticed topics related to Song Ci on Weibo's hot searches.

[Song Ci, how dare you? 】

The assistant on the side also noticed it, and quickly said with a smile: "It seems that Teacher Song Ci's new book has been released, and everyone is discussing the plot!"

Song Hongdou nodded.

During the last round of recording of Tian Xia Er, Song Ci gave her the new book Tian Long Ba Bu.

But she still has no time to watch.

I just have three days of rest starting tomorrow, so let’s take advantage of these three days to finish reading this book.

Song Hongdou thought so, and at the same time clicked on the hot search entry.

As a result, after clicking in and reading the complete content of this entry, Song Hongdou burst out laughing, because this entry is completely a title file.

[Song Ci, how dare you write martial arts novels so beautifully? 】

This is the full version of this topic.

Readers are frantically discussing the plot in the topic.

"How many chapters have you read? I saw Qiao Feng took A'Zhu to find his enemy."

"Song Ci is really good at writing! I love this book so much. Everyone's character is vividly written. This is called a martial arts novel!"

"I really have a question now, that is, is the Song Dynasty in Tianlong Babu and the Song Dynasty in Two Songs Fengyun the same Song Dynasty? Or... the current Duan Yu and Qiao Feng, their martial arts are so high, Wouldn’t it be enough to help the court fight directly?”

"Did you watch it so fast? I just saw that Duan Yu recognized Qiao Feng!"

"Don't talk about anything else! Kung fu such as Lingbo Weibu and Liumai Shenjian are really cool! What did Song Ci think in his head? It's great. I really want to watch the TV series of Tianlong Babu now!"

The corner of Song Hongdou's mouth curled up into a calm smile.

Now she especially likes to watch netizens praise Song Ci.

But looking at it, something is wrong, because the content of netizens' praise of Song Ci has suddenly changed.

Because more and more people have read one of the most abusive places in Tianlong Babu.

This is the scene where Ah Zhu was beaten to death by Qiao Feng.

Thirteen Knives, a well-known writer of martial arts novels in Huaguo, sent a long article saying with emotion:
"I just happened to read the chapter [Stuffed Cattle and Sheep Empty Promise] today. I was blocked all of a sudden. It's not that Song Ci is not well written, it's that this one is really written Very good!
"This chapter is full of emotions. From the previous foreshadowing to this chapter, the release of the entire emotion is simply the favorite thing for an author! That is to give readers a knife! Hahahaha, I Love Song Ci!"

From an author's point of view, 13 Knives really like the overall layout of Tianlongbabu.

He thinks this novel is like a grass snake with a thousand miles of clues.

It can be said to be a pinnacle of martial arts novels.

He continued to praise:
"I heard that Song Ci's Two Songs Fengyun series has reached the fifth volume, but I didn't continue to read the first volume before. Looking at it now, Song Ci's structure of such a huge historical novel gave him a lot With a lot of experience, he has been handy since he wrote Tianlong Babu!"

Not only 13 knives, but also many domestic best-selling novel writers, and some online writers have also posted articles and began to praise the well-written Song Ci Tianlong Babu.

But many readers who were abused by Song Ci's plot were dissatisfied, and shouted in the comment area that they must send Song Ci a blade.

At this moment, Song Ci's latest Weibo is to promote Tianlongbabu.

It has been topped by readers with more than 100 million comments.

"It's really hateful. Looking at the front, I thought it was a cool article. I didn't expect to be caught off guard. It's too much!"

"I see that many authors are praising the story of Song Ci [Stuffed cattle and sheep empty promise] is well written, but as a reader, I think this paragraph is written to reduce intelligence. Azhu and his so-called Dad, I didn’t even know him before, so somehow he pretended to be him to help him block Qiao Feng’s palm, I feel that this plot design is really stupid!"

"It took me two days to finish reading this book without sleeping or eating. I would rate it 100 out of 98. I like the character Qiao Feng the most. I feel that this is the image of a hero in my mind. "

"Anyone want to send a blade to Song Ci? Let's form a team together?"

"Stop writing your martial arts novel, hurry up and update Fengyun of the Song Dynasty, this martial arts novel is nothing interesting, it's just fighting and killing!"

But after all, Tianlong Babu has only been on the market for three days now, so not many readers have really read this book.

With the passage of time, this book will be discussed more and more enthusiastically among the readers of Huaguo, and its influence will become greater and greater.

Song Hongdou put down her phone, and gave some praises to some comments that praised Song Ci's "well-written pen".

After thinking about it, she took another picture of the cover of Tianlong Babu and posted it on Weibo to promote Song Ci.

At the same time, he took a screenshot of this Weibo that he posted, and sent it to Song Ci to ask for credit: "How can I thank you, sister? My Weibo can contribute 1 sales to you!"

Song Ci was currently communicating with Wei Weijiang about the filming of The Silent Truth, when he saw the news from Song Hongdou, he simply sent a few emojis.

Song Hongdou was very dissatisfied with Song Ci's perfunctory expressions, her small mouth pouted, but she continued to ask: "Tomorrow night is the top 32 match, so please work hard!"

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Song Ci sent her a message and said: "I will definitely work hard. The soldiers will block you, and the water will cover you. After all, the theme will be known tomorrow. If you meet a very good opponent, who will win?" Negative, I really don’t know!”

Song Hongdou put down his phone, then picked up Tianlongbabu beside him, and looked at it slowly.

……

The top 32 of the Poetry Conference have all been released.

When Song Ci opened his eyes in the morning, news of congratulations from all parties came over.

At the same time, the names and photos of 32 people were published on the front pages of major portal websites across the country.

It can be seen that this game has become more intense in the top 32 stage, and it has become more and more important in the eyes of the audience.

In the evening, the 32-to-16 game is about to begin.

Song Ci and other top 32 contestants all sat in the audience.

Everyone had some nervousness on their faces, and the camera swept over everyone one by one.

I saw some older gentlemen who seemed to be used to seeing the turmoil in the rivers and lakes. At this moment, their faces were expressionless, and they seemed very nervous.

But when the camera cut to Song Ci, everyone found that this kid actually took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and was eating melon seeds.

This immediately made the audience in the live broadcast room unable to stretch themselves.

"I'll go! Seeing Song Ci's calm and composed look, I really want to give him a break, it's too pretentious!"

"Is this kid so confident? He doesn't even know the topic now, so don't stumble and overturn later!"

"Facts have proved that if you are hot, you will die! I think Song Ci looks like this, this kid will lose easily later!"

Song Ci didn't think so much.

He distributed some of his melon seeds to Yuan Qing who was sitting beside him.

Yuan Qing was taken aback when he saw the melon seeds handed over by Song Ci, and immediately waved his hands and said expressionlessly:
"Song Ci, in such a formal occasion, your laid-back look makes you feel relaxed and not nervous at best, but at worst, you are disrespecting this competition!"

Yuan Qing was educating Song Ci as if he had come here.

Song Ci saw that the kid was unwilling to eat melon seeds, so he ignored him and turned to the other side.

On the other side of him is a lady in her 30s, wearing plain clothes and light makeup, she looks very quiet.

Seeing the melon seeds that Song Ci handed over, she waved her hand lightly and politely refused.

So Song Ci raised Erlang's legs helplessly.

At this time, Yuan Qing's father, Yuan Sizhi, came over, patted Yuan Qing on the shoulder, and then his eyes fell on Song Ci:
"Song Ci, this is the 40th chapter of Tianlong Babu. It's a wonderful story. I hope your poems tonight will be as wonderful as your novels!"

That's what he said, but his voice sounded cold.

Song Ci nodded at Yuan Sizhi and expressed his gratitude to him.

Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association, also came over and chatted with Song Ci.

The main thing is to praise the good writing of Tianlongbabu.

Some well-known and respected audience members in the rivers and lakes also gathered together to exchange warm greetings with Song Ci.

Yuan Qing, who was sitting next to Song Ci, saw it.

His eyes were full of coldness.

The contrast is too great.

Many of these bigwigs in the arena are acquainted with him.

But no one came up to greet him now.

All of them came to Song Ci's ears, talking and laughing.

What are these? ? ?
This is simply bullying.

Yuan Qing couldn't help scratching his pants.

It wasn't until the host had officially appeared on the stage that everyone's pleasantries were over.

Starting from today's game, the format of the program is different.

The PK objects of the 32 contestants on the scene will be directly drawn out together, and corresponding themes will also be given at the same time.

Then there is half an hour for everyone to create freely.

At the same time, during this half hour, as long as a certain contestant has created a work, then he can directly go on stage to list his work.

Then when he finished reading his own work, the object of his PK must also go up to the stage to show his work.

This means that each person only has half an hour to create.

And at least, it depends on how fast your opponent is.

At this time, the audience was quiet, and the seats for 5000 people were full.

The male and female hosts on the stage are also CCTV's elder brother and elder sister. While talking and laughing, the two looked inside the transparent glass ball and pulled out the contestants one by one.

Not long after, Song Ci's PK opponent also came out.

It was none other than Yuan Qing sitting beside him.

The camera immediately showed two people.

Song Ci and Yuan Qing also looked at each other in unison.

The corner of Yuan Qing's mouth curled up into a smile, and he stretched out his right hand.

Song Ci gently held his right hand.

At this moment, this scene fell into the camera, as if the two people were greeting each other very politely.

But there seemed to be countless lightning flashes between the two of them.

"Isn't this just a coincidence, Song Ci and Yuan Qing are the youngest among the top 32?"

"That's right, both of them seem to be the only players under the age of 35!"

"Haha, among other things, I think Song Ci has won just because of his looks!"

10 seconds later, the topic of the two people officially came out.

There are only two simple words, hometown.

As soon as these two words came out, the scene immediately became noisy.

Everyone chatted and chatted.

After all, when one thinks of the word hometown, it must be inseparable from the theme of missing hometown.

Gu Xingchen and the people around him said: "The previous sentence in Song Ci's 'A glass of turbid wine is home for thousands of miles, but Yan Ran is not reined in, and there is no way to return', it fits the theme of hometown, I don't know what kind of works he will come up with today! "

But at this moment, when the word "hometown" fell into Yuan Qing's eyes, a strong excitement appeared on his face.

Hit it!Hit it!
Another question won!
Among the works Yuan Qing prepared, there happened to be a work about missing my hometown!
And the quality is extremely high, even his father Yuan Sizhi is full of praise!

At this time, Yuan Sizhi who was not far away couldn't help showing a faint smile.

But in the next second, he swept Yuan Qing's side with sharp eyes.

Yuan Qing immediately understood.

Now that I already have a work, don't give Song Ci time to think!
At this moment, the lottery is still going on on the stage,
Yuan Qing couldn't help breathing fast.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the lottery is over, he will immediately go on stage and tell his own work, leaving Song Ci with no time to conceive!

Sitting beside Yuan Qing, Song Ci seemed relatively calm.

There are several excellent works of thought in his mind for a while.

So he is also full of confidence.

But when he saw Yuan Qing beside him staring fixedly at the stage, with fine sweat dripping from his head, and his lips were a little pale, he couldn't help asking him in a low voice:
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Yuan Qing's eyes froze immediately, and he gave Song Ci a hard look.

Song Ci could see the bloodshot eyes from his eye sockets.

If you look at this kid a few more times at this moment, he really looks like a murderer.

Song Ci can't help but feel smart all over.

The match between the top 32 and the top 16 is divided into two days.

In other words, only 16 players were drawn today.

The selected contestants had a total of 8 themes, and everyone started to conceive after seeing their own themes.

Those who have works are naturally confident.

And the other 16 contestants who were not drawn today couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment the host on the stage announced the end of the lottery, Yuan Qing bounced up with a bang, and ran to the side to beat the gongs and drums.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"I'll go, who is that? So fast?"

"That's Yuan Qing, did this kid write it so quickly? Don't you want to polish it yourself?"

"Look at this kid's excited look, I think he must be the theme of today, just hit the works he wrote before, right?"

"It's over, it's over, Song Ci, is it dangerous today?"

Seeing Yuan Qing's impatience, Song Ci shook his head and smiled.

It turned out that the kid looked sick just now because he wanted to go up as fast as he could and catch himself off guard.

The audience in the live broadcast room also applauded one after another, thinking that Yuan Qing did a good job.

Of course, there are also fans of Song Ci who are not worthy of Song Ci, and feel that Yuan Qing is simply despicable.

At this time, Yuan Qing was already standing on the stage, and seriously and solemnly read out a piece of his homesickness.

This immediately aroused cheers from the scene.

"It's well written, it's so well written! The image is so vivid that it reminds me, a 50-year-old man, of my childhood!"

"Who is Yuan Qing's opponent? I'll go! It's Song Ci, Song Ci is in danger now!"

"Yuan Qing's poem should have been prepared before! But I have to say that this poem is so well written, I can give it 95 points!"

Many eyes were cast on Song Ci.

There was a hint of worry in many people's eyes.

Could it be that Song Ci is really going to answer the phrase "everything is hot and you will die"?

No, no, no?
But the quality of Yuan Qing's work is really too high!

The time for Song Ci to be conceived is so short now, if the works that come out are not good, it is really likely to be eliminated by Yuan Qing!

Yuan Sizhi's eyes kept falling on Song Ci.

He didn't expect his son to get together with Song Ci by such a coincidence.

Ten minutes ago, his heart trembled slightly.

Because he knew how strong Song Ci was.

But now there is only joy in his heart.

I was really lucky, I just got a piece of work that Yuan Qing had prepared for!
This is simply God, allowing Yuan Qing to win the championship of this year's poetry competition!

Song Ci has come to the stage under the attention of everyone.

Yuan Qing silently stepped aside.

But there was already a raging flame of excitement burning in his eyes.

In such a short period of time, Song Ci must not be able to write any good works!
Unless this kid is also prepared in advance like himself.

wrong!

Looking at his expression, are you really prepared? !

Yuan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly.

He couldn't see a trace of tension on Song Ci's face.

He screamed in his heart that it was not good.

The next moment, he heard Song Ci speak slowly on the stage.

The youngest left home and the boss returned,
The local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on the temples has faded,
Children meet and don't know each other,
Laughing asked where the guest came from.

Song Ci finished the poem in his extremely standard Mandarin.

Everyone at the scene was stunned, looking at the stage in dead silence.

(End of this chapter)