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Chapter 192 The Romantic Tagore
"Where is Qin Feng? Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?"

Teacher Gao returned to the table and found that Qin Feng was not there, so he immediately asked several people at the same table.

"There, I've helped you grow your face again!"

Chu Yun raised his hand and pointed towards the direction of the stage, and said enviously.

Following the direction of her finger, Teacher Gao and Teacher Yu looked over.

I saw Qin Feng standing under the stage, eagerly staring at the host on the stage. Obviously, he was going to participate in a poetry competition.

The two teachers looked at each other helplessly and smiled wryly, yes!I can't sit still for a second.

"Old Yu, you student is really capable of tossing around! Just now you stunned everyone with couplets, and you plan to do it again with poetry!"

A friend of the teacher at the same table said with a smile.

"No way! We also have headaches. This is a guy who will die of pain if he doesn't struggle! But he is really good at writing poems. Just wait and see, there must be surprises."

"Hahaha"

Several people at the same table laughed lightly.

The two teachers laughed as well, and then they sat down relaxed and began to watch the show.

The game starts now.

All eyes in the banquet hall were now on the stage, staring at the young people, and of course the academic authorities sitting at the first table who acted as referees.

Who will stand out today?Who will be a blockbuster?
……

on the stage.

The male host held a microphone and said to the excited contestants:

"The first thing is the modern poetry competition. According to the rules just introduced, all contestants please present your works and submit them to several judges for evaluation.

If there is no preparation in advance, there is a pen and paper next to the stage, you can write on the spot, sign it and hand it to me, and I will pass it to the judges.Everyone, please submit your work"

After speaking, he stepped off the stage and began to shuttle among the young scholars to collect entries.

Almost all the contestants came prepared, their works had already been sealed, and they could just take them out and hand them in. Few of them wrote on the spot.

Soon the host collected more than a dozen envelopes, turned around and walked back to the stage, and then watched the last contestant write quickly on the side of the stage with everyone.

This person is naturally none other than Qin Feng. He is not prepared at all, and now he can only write and write alone.

Seeing this situation, the rest of the contestants breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Feng put a lot of pressure on everyone. His few modern poems are very exciting, and each of them can be called a classic.If it is used for competition, others will have no chance at all.

Moreover, some of his songs are also very good poems, and their lethality should not be underestimated.

But seeing how he was frowning and thinking, it was obvious that he was composing on the spot, so the quality of the work might not be so high, how could it compare with the poems that everyone had carefully prepared for a year?

Thinking of this, the rest of the contestants suddenly felt that their hopes of winning were greatly increased.

Professor Lu, who served as the judges, also thought that Qin Feng was creating on the spot, so they didn't have too much expectation for his works.

Seeing this situation, Teacher Gao, Teacher Yu, and Principal Li, who were a little further away, also felt that he was out of action today. Other people who followed Qin Feng basically thought the same.

But they didn't know that the reason why Qin Feng had such an expression and appearance was because he was fighting a difficult ideological struggle in his mind.

"Should I choose the romantic Tagore? Or the sensual Tagore described by Feng Tang?"

In the end he chose the romantic Tagore!This is the Tagore everyone loves!

A few minutes later, under the gaze of everyone, he signed his name at the end of the work, sealed the envelope, and handed it to the impatient host.

As his work was handed in, the young scholars participating in the competition suddenly became nervous.

It's time to decide the outcome!
The host took the collected works to the judges' seat, and everyone's eyes shifted to the judges.

At this time, Qin Feng walked to Gong Xiaofeng with a relaxed smile, as if he didn't take the competition seriously. His appearance made many contestants around feel a little uncomfortable.

"Looking at your appearance just now, it can't be created on the spot, right?"

Gong Xiaofeng asked a little curiously.

Hearing this question, several competitors turned their heads to look at Qin Feng, they also had the same question
"Brother Gong, your eyes are like torches! My brother really created it on the spot. I didn't know there was such a competition before! I didn't prepare at all, so I can only write a song on the spot."

Qin Feng responded with a smile.

This is the answer every contestant wants to hear.have to!This one can already be excluded from the top five!

"I'm going! Really! You're fast enough, you can write a modern poem in such a short time! How's your level? Are you sure you'll get into the second round?"

Although he had expected it, Gong Xiaofeng was still taken aback by the answer, and hurriedly continued to ask.

"Don't worry, buddy's shot must be a high-quality product, absolutely not bad, advancing to the second round is an easy thing, with the work of buddy, it is unreasonable not to give a first place"

Qin Feng patted his chest and blew foam at the mouth, his expression and movements were too twitchy.

Seeing Qin Feng bursting with confidence, Gong Xiaofeng couldn't help rolling his eyes, who is this?Do you know how to write the word modest?

"Aren't you that awesome? Brother, I'm waiting to appreciate your masterpiece, don't let me down!"

"Just do it! It will definitely shock everyone."

"Haha, just blow it!"

The two talked and laughed happily while waiting for the answer.

But some people were very unhappy, especially the few young scholars who participated in the competition, their faces were full of disdain.

At first everyone could bear it, but when Qin Feng said again that he must win the first place, some people finally couldn't help it.

"Arrogant and arrogant! I have written a few broken poems and really consider myself a poet! I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

A bit of acrimonious words came to everyone's ears clearly.

Speaking of this, this was one of the two young scholars that Qin Feng met at the entrance of the hotel, and the other was standing beside him with a disdainful expression on his face.

This man's voice was not low, and many people around heard it, and everyone turned to look at him in surprise.

"Brother, even if you think so, don't say it outright, I don't know that this kid is aggressive! Just watch, the counterattack will come immediately!"

And Qin Feng's quick response also confirmed everyone's thoughts.

"Brother Gong, who is this? I've never seen it before! How did you expose him?"

Qin Feng glanced at the speaker, and then asked Gong Xiaofeng with disdain.

"Pfft!"

Hearing this, many people almost laughed.

Gong Xiaofeng didn't hold back either, and laughed a couple of times, then immediately lowered his head, suppressing the laughter, but his shoulders were still shaking, obviously enduring it very hard.

As for the person in question, his face was already purple with anger, and he stared fiercely at Qin Feng, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Gong Xiaofeng took a few deep breaths, forced his smile down, and began to introduce the person in front of Qin Feng.

"This is the famous young poet Tao Zhen. He is famous for his modern poetry and has won many awards in poetry competitions. His famous work "Tomorrow's Me" is even more well-known."

Hearing this introduction, a smug smile appeared on Tao Zhen's face immediately.

Obviously, he is very satisfied with his grades and works.

But in the next second, his smile froze completely, and his complexion became extremely ugly.

"I don't know! What a broken poem! I haven't heard of it"

Qin Feng shook his head blankly and said, with a disdainful expression on his face.

"Hahaha"

A burst of low laughter immediately erupted around.

"You kid, shut up quickly! Don't cause trouble and feel uncomfortable, right? The game is the most important thing now, don't make troubles out of the way"

Gong Xiaofeng smiled and thumped Qin Feng's shoulder.

Then he bowed his hands to Tao Zhen again, resolving the dispute that was about to erupt.

"Brother Tao, this kid is used to being outspoken, so don't be serious with him."

Seeing Gong Xiaofeng's voice, Qin Feng ignored Tao Zhen and turned his attention to the judges.

Tao Zhen gave Qin Feng a hard look and diverted his attention.

Indeed, the most important thing at this time is the game, and everything else is insignificant.

The same goes for the rest of the audience. After a few laughs, everyone's focus shifted to the judges.

……

Several judges had already opened the envelope and began to evaluate the works of the first competition.

When the contestants in front of the stage saw this scene, their nerves tensed up instantly.

The judges obviously understood the contestants' feelings. Before the judging began, several judges smiled and nodded to the contestants, and then looked down at the works in their hands.

As the judges began to evaluate the poems, the scene immediately became very quiet.

Every contestant looked nervously at the jury, expecting their work to stand out.

Only Qin Feng was an exception. He looked at these young scholars one by one with a relaxed expression, thinking about who would be his opponent in the next round.

He didn't worry at all about whether he could enter the semi-finals, he couldn't help but be damned!

You know, what he presented was one of Tagore's masterpieces, if he couldn't make it to the semi-finals, what a mess the match would be!
At the judges' seat, several teachers quickly reviewed the manuscripts in their hands.

Everyone has basically read two or three copies. Some nodded in praise of the works in their hands, some shook their heads and sighed, and some put them aside expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a voice came from the judges' seat, which was the voice that the poet Li Fangyuan disliked.

"Whose manuscript is this? The handwriting is too ugly! Elementary school students are better than this!"

"Hahaha"

There was a burst of laughter at the scene.

After the laughter, everyone immediately began to look left and right, guessing whose handwriting was so angry that the judges couldn't help complaining openly!
In the end, everyone looked at Qin Feng unanimously, it must be him, and he didn't run away!

The rest of the contestants knew each other a little bit, and none of them wrote too badly, only Qin Feng's handwriting, which no one had seen before.

It seems that it can only be him, and his slightly flushed face also shows that everyone's guess is correct.

"Hahaha"

There was another burst of light laughter.

There was a lot of contempt and even contempt in the laughter. At this time, many contestants had completely excluded Qin Feng from the competition.

"Uncle Li, save some face for my buddies! This is not a calligraphy competition. If it is a calligraphy competition, no buddies will participate even if you beat them to death. This is a poetry competition! Just read the content and don't be obsessed with these appearances!"

Qin Feng could only mutter in a low voice with a red face, who made his handwriting really hard to see.

As if there was a telepathy, when he was talking like this, Mr. Li Fangyuan, a dear poet on the judging panel, had already started to read the content of the poem with a disgusted expression.

After only a few seconds, the embarrassing expression on Qin Feng's face disappeared, replaced by a stunned expression of shock.

When he continued to read, his eyes immediately began to show ecstasy, and his mouth even more admirable.

"Good poetry, good poetry! It's simply a masterpiece!"

This huge change in his mood instantly made Qin Feng feel elated.

That's right!Content is king!Why care about those external appearances!

The rest of the contestants were surprised to see Li Fangyuan's emotional changes.

"It's bad, Qin Feng's poem must be very good, don't just another "Answer"! If it is of that level, then this kid will definitely enter the semi-finals, and the champion will have no problem!"

Several contestants who had despised and despised Qin Feng because of his stinky words before were almost choked by Li Fangyuan's drastic emotional changes.

After calming down a little, each of them looked at Qin Feng again, their eyes were already very serious.

Qin Feng could not feel the emotional changes of the people so clearly. At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was transparent and extremely comfortable.

Li Fangyuan's violent emotional fluctuations at the judges' table had already attracted the attention of the rest of the judges, and everyone looked at him and the manuscript he was reluctant to put down in his hand with a little puzzlement.

Could there be a modern poem that shocked even him?
Li Fangyuan is a leading figure in the domestic poetry circle, what level should his works shock him to the point of losing his composure?It should never appear here!

Thinking of this, the rest of the judges felt itchy and began to ask questions one after another.

"Old Li, what's going on? Could it be that what you hold is really a so-called masterpiece?"

"Show me, let me see what poetry can make you lose your nerve"

"Come on and pass it on to everyone, don't be alone"

"Old Li, whose work is it?"

Hearing their inquiries, Li Fangyuan waved his hand outwards and said:
"Don't make noise, let me taste it carefully first, I haven't seen such a masterpiece for many years!"

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of pushing and pulling a stool immediately.

Hearing what Li Fangyuan said, the rest of the judges stood up abruptly, pushed away the stools and walked towards Li Fangyuan quickly, everyone's expressions were very eager.

If Li Fangyuan can make such an evaluation, it must be a masterpiece.

Seeing the actions of several judges and teachers, everyone on the scene was horrified. What happened?How dare these people lose their composure!
Those contestants in the first round looked at Qin Feng in horror, did he really write a masterpiece?
But Qin Feng stood there calmly, with a natural expression.

"Everyone, please appreciate the classics from another world!"

(End of this chapter)