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

The next day.

Six o'clock in the evening.

Kyoto Satellite TV, Studio 1.

The staff were busy coming and going, and Su Qingmei, as the judge of the finals, also came to the studio early to prepare.

There are a total of five judges in the finals of the poetry competition, in addition to Su Qingmei, there are Zhang Zheng, president of the Poetry Association, Zhang Yunkai, vice president, Xu Fan, head of the poetry network, and Jiang Tao, president of the Kyoto Writers Association.

There are three people in the poetry circle and one person in the writers' association, while there are no judges on Huaxia Novel Network and Amateur Station.

The list of judges for the final has come out a few days ago, and it has also caused a lot of controversy.

The people on the novel network and the amateur station are particularly unconvinced, why can't we even arrange a judge on our side?

Some people are worried that people from the poetry circle in the judges occupy three seats, and it is inevitable that they will be partial when scoring.

However, some people in the poetry circle immediately came back:

"If there is really a shady scene, Xue Zhou will not be able to get the first place in the online primary

!" "This is a live broadcast, if the contestants of the novel network and the amateur station are really powerful, no one dares to give them a low score in front of the national audience!" "

People who say that there is a shady curtain actually have no confidence, right?"

It's hard to say, but there's no way, who made the combined contestants of Novel.com and Amateur Station less than one-fifth?

Everyone can only pin their hopes on these finalists.

For example, Amateur Station, Xuezhou and Xiaochan are the hope of the whole village.

"Xiaochan, don't be nervous, come on!" At

the back door of the studio hall, the contestants who came one after another were walking to the backstage lounge under the guidance of the staff.

Fang Xiaochan wore a full-breasted skirt today, with an ancient bun on her head, dressed as a beautiful girl in ancient costume.

The roommates also grabbed audience tickets and came with her to cheer her on at the scene.

Even Lin Xiaoshuang, who usually has no interest in this kind of thing, came.

But she kept looking around, as if she was looking for someone.

"Well, I'm in!" Fang

Xiaochan shook her fist at her roommates, turned around and walked backstage.

She was a little nervous and excited, not only because she could stand on such a grand live broadcast stage, but also because she could finally see Xue Zhou himself.

Fang Xiaochan is full of curiosity about this genius poet.

Walking into the players' lounge, there were already a lot of people inside, and then the staff came over and took the list one by one.

Soon after the roll call, the staff nodded: "Everyone has arrived."

"Excuse me.

Fang Xiaochan stood up and asked

, "That, it seems that there is still one person missing, right?"

She counted several times just now, and there were only forty-nine players in the lounge, and she didn't hear Xue Zhou's name when she called the names.

"May I ask if Xuezhou hasn't arrived yet?"

There was also a person standing up on the other side, this person was known to most of the contestants, Guo Muzhi, the vice president of the Poetry Association and a famous poet who had published several poetry collections.

It is also the biggest favorite to win the poetry competition.

Although Guo Muzhi ranked second after Xuezhou in the online primary, the final was an impromptu performance and a poem in seven steps, which is Guo Muzhi's strength.

Xue Zhou may not be his opponent.

Many people predict that the final is estimated to be a civil war between the Poetry Association and the Poetry Network.

"Due to special circumstances, the snow boat runners applied for online participation, and we agreed. The

staff explained.

"What?!Online participation? Why!"

That is, we are all on the spot, and he is participating online alone, so isn't it possible to look up information on the Internet casually? This is cheating!"

The staff smiled: "Please rest assured, the organizer will definitely ensure the fairness and justice of the competition, although the snow boat runner is participating online, but like you, he must compose poems within seven steps, and he has no way to consult the information in such a short time."

There are also non-poetry contestants who sneer at those who question it: "If you can write "The Wanderer's Yin", the organizer can agree to any of your requests, but can you write it?"

These questioners stopped talking.

Fang Xiaochan sat down again, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

I thought I would be able to see the snow boat himself today, but I didn't expect it...

"Brother, where are you?"

At this time, Lin Xiaoshuang, who was already sitting in the audience, suddenly made a call to Lin Zhou.

"Huhu, I, I have something, Xiaoshuang, I'll get back to you later.

Lin Zhou, who was on the other side of the phone, was a little panting and seemed to be running.

Lin Xiaoshuang hung up the phone and looked at the stage where the staff was finally preparing.

Whether my brother is a snow boat or not, it will soon be determined.

......

At this time, in the hotel not far from Kyoto Satellite TV, Lin Zhou ran back to the room where he and Su Qingmei were staying out of breath.

After he sent Su Qingmei into the studio hall just now, he told Zhang Hong and Zhou Yun that he had something to do to go out temporarily, so he hurried back.

changed her clothes first, so as not to be recognized by Su Qingmei.

Then he stood in front of the wall to ensure that nothing else appeared in the background screen, and then according to the username and password sent by the organizer, he connected to the live broadcast room prepared for him.

At this time, the finals had not yet started, Lin Zhou tried it and confirmed that he could only see his body on the screen, and would not show his face.

After more than ten minutes, at seven o'clock, the finals began.

The opening scene is a group of dancers dressed in ancient costumes performing a Chinese classical dance, these are the dancers of the Chinese Song and Dance Troupe, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a classical dance national team, obviously this time the organizers also made a bloody investment.

A wonderful classical dance performance quickly heated up the atmosphere of the scene.

In the warm applause, the two hosts walked on the stage, also wearing ancient costumes, the men's white robes, and the women's skirts fluttering, which was very in line with the atmosphere of the poetry competition.

The two hosts briefly exchanged a few words and then began to introduce the rules of the competition.

In the three rounds of the competition, the judges randomly selected the questions, and the contestants made complete poems within seven steps according to the questions, and those who failed to complete the poems were directly eliminated.

In each round of the competition, the judges will score the works of the contestants, and the score is 50 points.

The winner with the highest cumulative total score in the three rounds will be the champion.

The rules are not complicated, the key is still in the "random selection of questions" and "seven steps into a poem", which is the biggest attraction.

Of course, in addition to the exciting competition system, there is also a super popular judge on the judges' bench.

"Let's welcome, little diva in the music world

, Su Qingmei!" When the host introduced Su Qingmei, the scene resounded with the warmest cheers and applause.

Su Qingmei stood up and bowed slightly to the audience, today she was also wearing a long skirt in ancient costumes, dressed in pure white, with flowing belts, like a fairy.

"Su Qingmei's temperament is really a classical beauty

!" "A Chinese woman has to look good like Su

Qingmei!" "It's so in line with the atmosphere of the poetry contest! Absolutely amazing!"

Su Qingmei's appearance not only made the scene boil, but also made the audience who also watched the live broadcast in front of the TV extremely excited.

After all, she has too many fans.

Many people who don't pay much attention to ancient poetry, in order to watch Su Qingmei, are also staying in front of the TV at the moment.

Forty-nine contestants then took to the stage, and when each contestant walked onto the stage, his pseudonym or name was displayed on the big screen, as well as where he came from.

Guo Muzhi, Poetry Association. "

Xue Wei, Poetry Network. "

Fang Le, Poetry Association"

The information of several promising contestants appeared on the screen one after another, all of whom were people in the poetry circle.

Soon all the players were on the field, and people suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"What about Xuezhou?"

The genius poet who wrote "The Wanderer's Song" is also the favorite to win the championship, so naturally it is impossible to ignore it.

The host said: "The snow boat runner can't come to the scene for personal reasons, he will compete online, then, we have invited the snow boat runner to enter!"

At this time, a man wearing a T-shirt and jeans appeared on the screen, but he could only see his body, not his face, and he could not tell his age.

"This is Xuezhou?"

"Hey, the host reminds me, the camera angle is wrong, you can't see your face!"

However, the host didn't pay attention to it at all, and directly announced the start of the first round of the competition.

The audience was even more confused.

What do you mean? Why don't you show your face to other people?

Some amateurs reacted:

"! Xue Zhou's big videos never show

his face!" "Yes, I thought I finally had to see what he looked like today, but I didn't expect him to show his face in the finals."

At this time, the staff came to the stage with a cardboard box, which contained dozens of pieces of paper with the title prepared by the organizer in advance.

"Judge Su Qingmei is invited to draw questions. Naturally

, the most popular Su Qingmei came, she reached into the cardboard box and pulled out a piece of paper.

The male host said: "Then, please ask Teacher Su Qingmei to come to the stage, and after showing the topic, immediately take seven steps, and when Teacher Su Qingmei stops, the contestants will show their poems."

The audience cheered, who doesn't want to watch the cold goddess in ancient costumes come up and walk up?

But at this time, Su Qingmei was looking at the screen, a little stunned.

She always felt that the wall behind Teacher Xuezhou was a little familiar, much like the hotel room she stayed in last night.

Could it be that Teacher Xuezhou is also in Kyoto, and she is still staying in the same hotel as her?

Then why didn't he come to the scene?"

"Teacher Su Qingmei, please!" The

host's words interrupted Su Qingmei's thoughts, and she got up, walked onto the stage, and stood in the center.

Then he showed the note in his hand to the camera:

"Brother. "

Wow!

"Is this about brotherhood?"

"This question doesn't seem to be difficult.

"It's not difficult to write normally, but it's difficult to write it within seven steps!" The

contestants all began to think, and the host didn't give time, and immediately said:

"Teacher Su Qingmei, please."

Under the host's instructions, Su Qingmei stepped forward.

One, two, three...... The audience became quiet, and the audience silently counted Su Qingmei's steps.

The contestants pondered, and many of them frowned and put on masks of pain.

Seven steps into a poem, I didn't feel much when I listened to it, but I really faced it, and I had a deep experience.

Four, five, six, seven

! "It's time!".