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

Chapter 164 The reason for your Song Ci is that you have a lot of fans!
These short 28 characters fell in the entire studio, which was nothing short of thunder.

The vicissitudes of life and the mood of white clouds and dogs formed by these seemingly ordinary 28 characters make people feel sad all of a sudden.

An expression of surprise appeared on Gu Xingchen's face, and he once again heard a good classic work from Song Ci.

He couldn't help but waved his fist, and said to the people around him with emotion:

"Well written! The artistic conception is simply overwhelming! When I went back to my hometown last year, I really had such a feeling! It was the kind of inexplicable... strangeness to my hometown, this should be the so-called Don't be afraid of being close to the hometown!"

Jiang Quan, the president of the Ancient Chinese Association, couldn't help applauding and said:

"Song Ci must be the brightest star in this year's Poetry Conference! Even if he didn't win the final championship, each of the works he has presented so far can be engraved in our contemporary poetry. On top of the history! A hundred years later, thousands of years later, countless descendants will also recite his works forever!"

Qin Shiwen, the president of the Ancient Poetry Association, was already so excited that he stood up straight away, a blush blooming on his old face covered with grooves.

This is caused by the backlash of the blood vessels due to excitement.

He shouted excitedly: "Song Ci has added classic works to our line of ancient poetry!"

Fan Changshou, the president of the Ancient Ci Association, snorted coldly.

His eyes were filled with envy.

From the current point of view, the poems produced by Song Ci on this stage seem to be better than Ci.

Regardless of the quality or quantity, this made Fan Changshou feel uneasy.

A sickly blush appeared on Yuan Sizhi's face.

Half excited, half angry.

There was even a trace of fear.

Song Ci's strength is simply too terrifying.

His poem shouldn't have come up on the spur of the moment, right?
Yes, he must have been prepped ahead of time like my son!

Otherwise he has come up with a poem of this quality in such a short time!
Does that make it impossible for other people to live?

Yes, yes, it must be like this!

Sitting beside Yuan Sizhi, Bai Yishan turned his head and looked at Yuan Sizhi with a playful look in his eyes.

Yuan Sizhi's father and son's hostility towards Song Ci has almost become an open secret in the circle.

Seeing that Song Ci has written such a wonderful masterpiece at this moment, it can be said that the winning ticket is already in hand.

Bai Yishan couldn't help but smiled and said to Yuan Sizhi:

"Tell me about you, every day you regard Song Ci as a thorn in your side, but if you look at Song Ci, have you ever put your father and son in your eyes?
"If you go up to talk to people now, they don't necessarily remember who you are!
"And based on the quality and quantity of Song Ci works, do you think that in a thousand years or a hundred years, when future generations mention our generation and rank our generation, who do you think will be number one?"

Bai Yishan's words immediately made Yuan Sizhi's old eyes bloodshot.

He gave Bai Yishan a hard look, and then said:

"Isn't it too much for you to say that? I, Yuan Sizhi, have been immersed in poetry for so many years! I have written nearly 1000 works, how can he be famous in the history of his Song poetry!?"

Yuan Sizhi's anger was quickly drowned out by the roaring applause, excitement and discussion of nearly 5000 spectators behind him.

The audience who can come to the show to watch the poetry competition are all very educated.

So everyone immediately distinguished from Song Ci and Yuan Qing's works.

"Although it is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, when Song Ci's works come out, I think there is no suspense between him and Yuan Qing!"

"It's not that Yuan Qing's works are not good, but Song Ci's works are really good! What people fear most is comparison!"

"Think of Yuan Qing's eagerness to run up to the stage to read his own work just now, and now he looks like a clown! It's just asking for humiliation!"

"This kid must be full of confidence and feel that he has hit the mark, but how could he know that Song Ci is holding a king bomb in his hand!"

"Children meet and don't know each other, and ask customers where they come from with a smile! I really understand these two sentences. When I went home last month, I suddenly started to have a very strange feeling. The people in the village I don’t know whose family many children belong to, and I have to ask you one by one who is your father? Who is your mother? Who knows this feeling, family members!”

Yuan Qing, who was standing on the side of the stage, was speechless at this moment.

His mouth trembled slightly.

There was still a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

At this moment, his mind still firmly believes that his works are better than Song Ci.

But his body already wanted to crawl under Song Ci's feet.

Inside Xidu's house.

Today, my father burned a large table of delicious food.

Dozens of relatives in the family all streamed in front of the TV.

While eating delicious food, everyone watched Song Ci's competition.

Sitting in the middle is a white-haired old man who is currently the oldest member of the old Song family.

Song Ci's father called him the third grandpa.

The third grandfather was sitting upright, leaning on a cane.

He participated in the Patriotic War.

Always proud to be a soldier.

So at this moment, even though he is getting older, he still sits upright with his head up and his chest up.

"I see the audience's reaction, is Song Ci winning or losing now?" Third Grandpa asked seriously.

The relatives were also watching the TV screen nervously at this time, not daring to breathe.

Although Song Ci had finished reading his own work, there were also cheers at the scene.

But whether Song Ci can be promoted, it is really hard for everyone to say.

At this time, Song Ci's father took out his mobile phone and quickly yelled:
"Okay, okay, the voting channel has been opened, everyone hurry up and vote for Song Ci!"

This sentence suddenly seemed to throw a stone in the calm river, causing ripples circle after circle, making all the relatives excited.

Everyone took out their mobile phones and started voting for Song Ci.

Somewhere in Youzhou.

Li Siyu had just finished a performance with his teammates, and everyone returned to the nanny car together.

Her assistant ran up and whispered something in her ear.

She immediately greeted her teammates excitedly and said:
"Hurry up, everyone, take out your mobile phones and vote for Teacher Song Ci! I'll find out whoever doesn't vote later, break up the relationship! Humph!"

Several of her teammates looked at me and I looked at you, with a look of helplessness in their eyes.

But everyone still carefully turned out their mobile phones, clicked on the competition page of the poetry conference, and voted for Song Ci.

And the next moment, something even more outrageous happened.

Li Siyu's assistant carried a box over.

After opening the box, everyone found that there were dozens of mobile phones inside.

Li Siyu hurriedly greeted everyone: "Come on, come on and help us out, everyone will go over with three mobile phones, and continue to vote for Song Ci! Hurry up, you girl, don't eat, eat after you vote! The voting time is only 2 minutes, if you miss it, you will lose your chance!"

This was not enough, Li Siyu also quickly posted a Weibo, calling on her fans to vote for Song Ci.

Tang Shi is sitting on the sofa. Today is her time to rest.

She was also watching the live broadcast of Song Ci's competition with a little doll in her arms.

"This poem is so well written!" She sighed and took out her mobile phone to vote for Song Ci.

Song Hongdou was also in the capital at this time.

It is less than 10 kilometers away from the headquarters of CCTV.

At this time, she was recording a song in a recording studio. After she finished singing, she walked out of the soundproof room, and quickly waved to her assistant and said, "How is it? Have the results of the Song Ci competition come out?"

"Not yet, sister! Teacher Song Ci has just read out his work. It is a very touching work about missing my hometown!"

Song Hongdou's eyes lit up when she heard it, and quickly took the phone to take a look.

While drinking cold drinks, she called everyone in the studio to vote for Song Ci.

In the live broadcast, a few minutes later.

The host held a tablet and announced to the audience, the audience in front of the TV, and the audience in the live broadcast room that Song Ci had won the PK with Yuan Qing with more than 3000 million votes.

Song Ci calmly stood in the center of the stage and bowed 90 degrees to the audience.

Then he held up the microphone and said a few words to thank everyone for their support.

This boy Yuan Qing's eyes suddenly turned black.

For a moment, he couldn't accept the fact that he was eliminated by Song Ci.

With a kick of both legs, he almost fainted on the stage.

It was Song Ci who had sharp eyes and hands and quickly supported him.

Yuan Qing's legs were already weak at this moment, and the staff who were rushed over hurriedly helped him down.

Seeing Song Ci win the competition at home, there was also a burst of excited cheers.

The third grandfather was so excited that he burst into tears, shouting "My old Song family is going to produce a Wenqu star".

Li Siyu and her six teammates were all sitting in the nanny car, and everyone had a rather strange expression on their faces.It is still acceptable for Song Ci to win this game.

But Li Siyu had one hand on her hip, and she looked like Song Ci had put in a lot of effort to win the game:

"You guys, don't look at me with such expressions. It's not like you don't know Song Ci's ability to write songs. Let's vote for him now. If we ask him to write songs for us in the future, wouldn't it be Is it better!"

Li Siyu's words caught the eyes of several teammates.

Among other things, the songs that Li Siyu and Song Ci collaborated before are still Li Siyu's very popular works.

It even exceeded the popularity of more than 90% of the works of the Rainbow Girls Group.

So the other teammates are also very jealous.

But everyone suffers from having little contact with Song Ci.

So for a while, I was envious and jealous.

Hearing what Li Siyu said at this moment, a teammate immediately came up and said to her with a smile:

"Xiao Yu, it seems that we haven't released an album for almost two years, right? You have such a good relationship with Mr. Song Ci now. Do you want to talk to him when you have time and ask him to help us make an album?" Make an album!"

Some teammates also came up and complained: "Mr. Song Ci's song is good, this is recognized! But he may not be suitable for our girl group style, what we need is dance music, do you understand it?"

Li Siyu patted his chest confidently and assured everyone: "Don't worry, if I have a chance, I will definitely talk to Teacher Song Ci and see if he can help us make an album, hehe!"

Today is the first day of the 32 to 16 competition in the Poetry Conference.

The eight winners headed by Song Ci were determined.

The names of these 8 people naturally made headlines on the front pages of major media, causing netizens to stir up another storm of discussion.

Among them, this song from the Song Dynasty has made some netizens over 30 years old unconsciously emo.

Everyone fell into the melancholy and resentment that they couldn't go back to their hometown when they grew up, and couldn't go back to their childhood.

After the competition, Song Ci and Liao Jie left the CCTV building together.

It was already almost 11:00 in the evening.

Song Ci is deliberately waiting.

Earlier, there were simply too many media outlets.

And even now, when he walked out of the gate of CCTV, nearly 30 media members surrounded him in an instant.

Countless long guns and short cannons were handed to Song Ci.

Song Ci bowed to the media, showing an expression that asked everyone to let him go:
"Everyone, don't you rest? You're still squatting on me at this late hour!"

The reporters suddenly burst out laughing.

Immediately there was a female reporter who was the first to ask:
"Teacher Song Ci, Yuan Qing, your elimination opponent tonight, has actually said in public more than once that he is the champion of this poetry competition.

"So do you have anything to say about the matter of defeating him this time? After all, he was at the scene today, and he really seemed impatient!"

Song Ci glanced at the reporter lightly, and then said:

"You reporter...you are picking things. We are participating in the competition, who doesn't want to go further? So just show your best works.

"As for the outcome, I will leave it to the audience to decide. Today I was lucky enough to win everyone's likes. Here I also thank every friend who voted for me, thank you everyone."

Then Song Ci answered the questions of several reporter friends.

Just as he was about to leave, an old man wearing a gray gown with a high bun and a long beard standing not far away, suddenly let out a loud roar with a full face said angrily:
"You stinky media will only praise the stinky feet of such actors in the entertainment industry! Such actors should not be allowed to participate in this kind of national voting competition! He asked his idiot fans to vote for us. Are you drowned? Do you really think the result of today’s competition is fair? It’s like letting these groupies ride on the brains of our poetry circle and shit! Sad! It’s simply sad!”

The man spat out a long string of words and was extremely angry.

The meaning behind the words is that Song Ci was able to win the competition because of his huge fan base in the entertainment industry.

After all, this is a game where audiences across the country can vote through their mobile phone numbers.

Song Ci had no expression on his face when he heard this, Gu Jing Wubo glanced at the man, and then asked the reporter beside him: "Who is he? Why is he so angry?"

When the reporters first started, they were taken aback by the man's anger.

But their keen intuition as journalists immediately excited them, and they shot at that person.

Then at this moment they heard Song Ci's question again, and they quickly answered:
"This is Shi Chenglei, a master of poetry in Qingzhou. He also advanced to the competition today."

Song Ci frowned slightly.

In fact, he knew very little about people in the so-called poetry circles in Huaguo.

So he doesn't know who this Shi Chenglei is.

Seeing Song Ci's confused face, several reporters were extremely excited.

As for the scene where Song Ci seemed to be quite disdainful towards Cheng Lei just now, they could write a small composition of 3000 words when they returned home, describing Song Ci's psychological activities.

So a few reporters quickly added more words:
"Teacher Song Ci, this master Shi is really powerful! Five of his works are included in the textbooks of primary and secondary schools.

"And he himself is an absolute representative of the Qingzhou Graceful School! He is a master who cannot surpass the history of our contemporary poetry!
"This teacher is quite critical of you now. I think you should explain it to him in the past. After all, everyone is messing around in the rivers and lakes. Enemies are easy to resolve but not easy to tie!"

Song Ci silently listened to what this group of reporters had to say, and probably knew that these people just wanted to have more sparks with Shi Chenglei in the past.

But he really didn't like what the old boy said, so he walked towards him.

Shi Chenglei stood on the spot, clasped his hands in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and stared at Song Ci with contempt.

"Old gentleman, I disagree with what you said just now. If you think there is a problem with the competition system, then why did you participate in the first place?" Song Ci said lightly.

Shi Chenglei snorted coldly:
“Everyone on this stage uses their works to speak for themselves, but ask yourself, are the people who vote for you because of your works or because of your popularity?

"I believe that there are many more people who like your songs than your poems, right?

"I don't deny your achievements in our so-called entertainment industry, but you have to know that our stage is about poetry, not other things!

"If you really want to, I suggest you quit the game, don't make it a joke in the end, you know?"

Hearing what the old boy said, Song Ci shook his head, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, there was nothing to say.

But Shi Chenglei took another step forward, and said seriously to the media who had already surrounded the two of them for three floors:
"If you don't retire, Song Ci...do you have the guts to join me in the next round, and we two will directly PK?"

After Shi Chenglei's words fell, the media at the scene suddenly opened their mouths into an o shape.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and the fire of gossip is burning in the eyes.

Song Ci's body, which had already turned to leave, stopped immediately at this moment.

He turned around slightly, glanced at the old boy, and said very seriously:
"I agree to your invitation, but I don't know if the organizing committee of the event will agree to our request.

"But I can also put my words here. If the organizing committee agrees, then I have no problem. And, I will write a graceful style that you are best at!"

……

The episode between Song Ci and Shi Chenglei after the match was posted by many media on the Internet half an hour later, and it caused a lot of waves for a while.

Netizens all over the country started gossiping.

"I'll go! Let's fight, let's watch the next round!"

"Song Ci, this guy, isn't he talking too arrogantly? The No. 1 contemporary graceful school in Huaguo is Mr. Shi. Song Ci actually wants to defeat him in the style that others are best at? I think this is a bit too much, and never If you look at Song Ci's previous works, he hasn't written in a graceful style, has he?"

"I think Shi Chenglei is right! Song Ci really took advantage of his large fan base!"

"I'm going! What do you think of our fan circle? Do you really think that our group of fans can support half the sky of the poetry conference? It's really funny!"

The matter suddenly became very popular.

Yuan Si's home.

Yuan Qing, who had already been defeated by Song Ci, sat blankly on the sofa and hadn't recovered yet.

Yuan Sizhi looked at his son with absent-minded eyes. At this moment, he also saw the interview between Shi Chenglei and Song Ci.

A look of anger appeared on his face, and he said viciously:
"Song Ci's words are really too arrogant! How dare he speak like that to a senior in the literary world who is several rounds older than him? In the next round, I hope that Lao Shi will teach Song Ci severely! Let this boy be eliminated directly, Help you take a deep breath!"

Yuan Qing also heard the news his father told him.

At this time, his eyes slowly came back to reality, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Song Ci is too pretentious. Does he think that if I win, he can do whatever he wants? No one can beat Uncle Lei in terms of graceful style! "

On the morning of the second day, the official event organizing committee of the Poetry Conference released a message.

The tournament organizing committee agreed to Song Ci and Shi Chenglei's invitation to fight in the next round of PK.

And directly designated the two people's competition style as graceful style.

This news can be said to have shocked everyone's jaws.

The melon-eaters last night woke up early in the morning. When they saw the news, they all wiped their eyes, suspecting that they were hallucinating.

"What happened...is this really the first time we have competed in so many poetry conferences?"

"There is something, there is something! But this matter is simply unfair! This is simply bullying Song Ci. Shi Chenglei has long established his own style in the school of gracefulness, and he is a style of everyone! How dare he compete with Song Ci? "

"If I were Shi Chenglei, I would not use the graceful style that I am good at. I would like to challenge the style of Song Ci!"

"But what is the style of Song Ci?"

Just when netizens were quite critical of Song Ci and Shi Chenglei's use of graceful styles.

Shi Chenglei once again communicated with the official organizing committee of the event.

In the end, it was decided that the Song Ci competition will use a graceful style, while Shi Chenglei will use a heroic style!

(End of this chapter)