Divorce me for fame and fortune, why are you crying when I make you a famous queen?

The Kyoto Writers' Association, the temporary office of the organizer of the poetry contest.

Judges from all over the country are gathering to follow the online voting.

These judges will all be competing in the finals to be held on Kyoto Satellite TV in a week's time, so none of them chose to go back, and it was also fun to stay in Kyoto and watch the fierce competition in the online voting stage.

It's just that the imagined fierce competition did not appear.

"The Wanderer's Yin" received more than 500,000 votes in just one day, a full 200,000 votes ahead of the second place Guo Muzhi.

There is

no suspense at all.

"President Zhang, I didn't expect that even the first person in your poetry association could not compare.

At this time, the representative of the writers' association was saying to Zhang Yunkai with a smile.

The representative of the Huaxia Novel Network next to him also made up the knife: "Most of the first 100 miles of poetry associations and poetry websites, but I didn't expect to be suppressed by the amateur station, Miss Chen, your amateur station is really hidden!" Chen

Xin, a mature woman with glasses who represented the amateur station, said modestly:

"Where is it, it still depends on the enthusiasm of netizens, haha." Before

the start of the competition, people thought that the champion must come from the Poetry Association and the Poetry Network, and Zhang Yunkai, the judge representatives of the Poetry Association, were also arrogant and did not look at people seriously at all.

As a result, it has now been suppressed by a layman, and the representatives of the Concord Novel Network feel very relieved, so they deliberately ridicule Zhang Yunkai here.

Zhang Yunkai was very depressed, staring at the computer screen tightly, at this time, "The Wanderer's Yin" was almost 600,000 votes, and Guo Muzhi, who was in second place, had no possibility of catching up at all.

When he saw "The Wanderer's Yin" yesterday, he couldn't help but applaud, but he thought that Guo Muzhi, who was also a poetry association, still had the strength to fight.

I didn't expect the gap to be so big.

This time, our Poetry Association has fallen in front of laymen!

"What does this snow boat look like

?" Zhang Yunkai was very curious, and the others were also aroused, and the representative of the Writers Association asked

Chen Xin: "Miss Chen, the snow boat is where you amateurs stand, you should know him very well, right?"

Chen Xin was stunned by the question, and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't know what the snow boat looks like." "

Ahh

Chen Xin said helplessly: "This Xuezhou only recently started posting videos on our amateur station, and the videos he posted are all singing videos, or the kind that doesn't show his face, and we don't know who he is."

"Faceless?

The judges became more and more curious, and Zhang Yunkai snorted:

"I naturally saw it in the finals."

"That's right.

As everyone was talking, Jiang Tao, who had just gone out to answer the phone, pushed the door in, his face a little strange.

"Lao Jiang, what's wrong?"

the representative of the Writers' Association and Jiang Tao were old acquaintances, and when they saw that his expression was different, they asked.

Jiang Tao looked at everyone and smiled bitterly: "Xuezhou and my daughter know each other, and he just asked my daughter to tell the organizing committee that he can't be there during the finals, and he hopes to participate remotely, and he can't show his face." "

Participate remotely

?" "Still don't show your face?" The

judges were stunned, and Chen Xin couldn't help but ask

, "Why?"

Jiang Tao shrugged helplessly: "Xue Zhou said that he was very ugly, for fear of scaring the audience."

"Ugly?" Chen

Xin was speechless, she thought that the amateur station would finally come out of a circle-breaking character, and she planned to arrange an interview with Xuezhou, but the big guy didn't even want to show his face in the final.

"That's it

?" "How ugly can it be? I don't even want to participate in the finals?!" The

judges all felt incredible, and Zhang Yunkai asked unwillingly

: "President Jiang, your daughter knows Xuezhou, what does he look like, and how old is he?" Jiang

Tao shook his head: "My daughter hasn't seen him either, but she just contacted him in the amateur station." "

Everyone looked at each other and was a little embarrassed.

If it is an ordinary player who makes this kind of request, it will naturally be rejected directly, do you love it or not

! But Xuezhou is different, he is the big guy who wrote "The Wanderer's Yin"!

If there is no him in the final, then it can still be called the final?

After a moment of silence, Jiang Tao said tentatively: "Actually, remote online is not bad, maybe it can be used as a highlight."

"Ah, yes, yes, I think so, it's a characteristic. Chen Xin immediately agreed.

"I also think it's feasible, this is a poetry competition, as long as you can write poetry. The representative of the Writers' Association and Fiction Network agreed.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yunkai, but he was the only one who didn't say anything.

Zhang Yunkai was even more cheerful: "I'm just curious about Teacher Xuezhou's appearance, but geniuses inevitably have some quirks, and I don't have any opinions."

Jiang Tao breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he could finally complete his daughter's entrustment.

"But..."

Zhang Yunkai smiled, and continued: "Since it is the finals, it is still a little difficult, and I suggest changing the rules of the finals." "

The rules for the finals of the poetry contest have been formulated a long time ago, and a topic is given in advance, so that the contestants can use it to compose poems in the finals.

"How?"

the others asked.

Zhang Yunkai smiled, "The difficulty of writing poetry is too low, so we simply changed it to - seven

steps into poetry!" "Seven steps into poetry?"

Everyone was stunned, Jiang Tao asked:

"What does President Zhang mean... We don't ask them to write poems in advance, but let them write poems on the spot?"

Zhang Yunkai laughed more and more happily, his face flushed with red tides, obviously very satisfied with his idea.

"That sounds interesting, but how long do we have to make a poem?"

asked a representative from Novel.com.

"Didn't you say that just now?"

Zhang Yunkai put his hands behind his shoulders and said proudly:

"Within seven steps, it will become a poem."

"Seven steps, less than ten seconds!" The

judges were shocked, Chen Xin's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood that the people of the Poetry Association studied these things all day long, and there were many people who could write poems quickly.

Especially that Guo Muzhi, who once performed a poem within 30 seconds on a TV show.

Wow, Zhang Yunkai still wants to ensure that their Poetry Association wins the championship!

Chen Xin was about to open his mouth to object, but

the representative of the novel network had already said: "This idea is good, I support it!" and then the representative of the Writers' Association: "This is enough to see, I also support it!"

Not to mention the representative of the poetry network, he raised his hands in agreement.

Chen Xin was dumbfounded, and then he realized that these guys from Huaxia Novel Network and the Writers' Association knew that they had no hope of winning the championship on their side, and they didn't want to win the championship in the amateur station, so they wanted to mix up the water a little, they were good-looking and lively.

But

most of the judges had already passed, and there was no point in her objecting.

Zhang Yunkai saw that the overall situation had been decided, and said with a smile: "Then it's decided, seven steps into a poem, and the finals in a week will definitely be very exciting!"

The judges applauded, Zhang Yunkai smiled, thinking to himself, Lao Guo, I can only help you get here.

Jiang Tao shook his head helplessly, wanting to do Xuezhou a favor so that he could participate remotely.

I didn't expect it to end up like this.

Seven steps into a poem, can he do it?