I’m Really a Superstar

"Next?"

"It's the same again, right?"

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense to compare poetry."

"Otherwise, change the rules and compare others."

"Master Zhou, don't always use poetry. This is too beneficial to the other party. We are engaged in calligraphy. How can we compare to a literary poet in literary poetry?"

"Yes, change the question."

"As long as it is not more than poetry, everything else will do."

"Yes, it's not like poetry, anything is fine, he must be out of play."

Everyone has accepted the literary skills of the sunglasses youth, but this is a calligraphy competition, so everyone is really dissatisfied. Many calligraphers lose their face and have raised disputes.

Master Zhou smiled and said, "If you compare, then continue to draw lots. The topics in the box are not only about writing poems and lyrics, but also other topics."

"it is good."

"Come on then."

Everyone competed with the young man.

Master Zhou said: "In this way, take a two-minute break and then start."

Everyone doesn't have any opinions. Those who drink water drink water, and those who are hungry eat a snack.

Zhang Ye went to the toilet, walked into the quaint restaurant and turned around and entered the men's bathroom. A person behind him also followed up. This person seemed to be a disciple of Master Wei and also a member of Master Wei's team.

"Wait." Chen Mo stopped him.

Zhang Ye turned his head, "Friend, something?"

Chen Mo looked at him and said, "Have you passed today?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "What does this mean? How can I go about it?"

"Today is Master Wei's birthday. Is it interesting for you to be so tossing? You are also in the circle, don't you understand the principle of respecting the teacher?" Chen Mo's tone was not very polite.

Zhang Ye listened to joy, "Sorry, I am really not a member of your circle. I know how to respect the teacher and the Tao, but my teacher is not Master Wei, it is Principal Wu, and my Tao is not a calligraphy, so you Don’t put one set on me."

Are you hitting me?

Oh, how old are you

Chen Mo taught him: "Leave a third of everything so that we can see each other later."

Zhang Ye said, "You guys just bullied Principal Wu, a female classmate, why didn't you talk about leaving three points? I can't help it?"

Chen Mo said straightforwardly: "President Wu is not entirely in the calligraphy world after all. Everyone here has a good relationship with Master Wei. It is also an old man who has a longevity. When the team was naturally selected, I went to Master Wei's side. What about bullying? It's just a small competition, to add a little bit of fun, no one cares about it. I believe President Wu is not so small, but you, you made this competition a little bit different."

Zhang Ye was made fun of by his theory, and said: "You are really funny. A group of people bullied President Wu and wanted to win the prize. You don't have to take it seriously when you say this is an ordinary game. Don't talk about bullying too much, just say yes. It’s just fun, oh, now I’ve lost, and said that we have to respect the teacher and leave room, saying that we don’t know how to respect, why are you all right when co-authoring? The co-authoring must be won by you to be correct. It's reasonable, we can't do anything? Except for losing to you, we can't do anything right?"

Chen Mo's eyes were cold, "You are distorting what I mean"

"But that's what you mean in your bones." Zhang Ye said, "I'm sorry, the set of seniority ranking doesn't work for me. I was invited by President Wu. I came to wish President Wu birthday. What do others think? It doesn't matter what I think about me. I know how to do it, so don't bother you to set the route for me." After that, he went to the bathroom by himself and stopped paying attention to him.

Chen Mo was also angry, and turned his head away without knowing it.

In fact, in this competition, Zhang Ye didn't really value winning or losing. He only valued Wu Zeqing's attitude. Others bullied Lao Wu and made Lao Wu look ugly. Zhang Ye couldn't bear it, so he stepped up to help. It's simple. Now that he has already won the lottery and gave Principal Wu a facelift, Zhang Ye didn't care anymore. If he loses one round, he loses one round. His mind is not in the calligraphy world. Losing or losing has no effect on him. But now, someone came to him to come to him for a theory and threatened him with a beating? That Zhang Ye still used nonsense?

This guy is a famous bastard

It's okay if you don't say numbness, now, buddy, I have to win

I tell you, you don’t even want to take it down even if I am afraid of your threats?

backyard.

The next game begins.

When it was time to grab the lottery, Chen Mo took a step forward, "Teacher, let me grab it."

Master Wei smiled and nodded, and said kindly: "Okay, go, Xiao Mo."

Master Wei never made a shot from the beginning to the end. Maybe he didn't plan to play the competition in person from the beginning. As a master of calligraphy, he was not good at winning, he was bullying the junior, and he was not good at losing.

Zhang Ye asked, "Who is this person?"

Wu Zeqing looked at the thirty-year-old man who was holding the lottery, "Master Wei's disciple, I don't know what it is called, I don't know. What's the matter? Are you so interested in him?"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said: "In the bathroom just now, he came over and beat me a few words, let me respect the teacher, respect the old and love the young, that means I have done it."

Wu Zeqing said gently: "Are you ready to let this scene?"

"Of course it's impossible," Zhang Ye said, "I'm not a March 8 red flag bearer. The more he says so, the more I have to win. Since I won, we will win to the end."

Chen Mo got it right.

The problem caught caused an uproar

Master Zhou also stunned and announced: "There is no need to catch the second lottery. The title of the next game is the couplet. According to the previous rules, the two sides will negotiate. The second league, the opponent loses. If you can't answer the second league, the opponent wins, of course, it is not absolute. Even if you answer it, it depends on your calligraphy skills. How to judge the victory or defeat, I will make a judgment. Extend it to ten minutes, all right, now you both see who is out and who is in couplet."

couplet?

Turned out to be a couplet

Couplets and calligraphy are inseparable, but there are relatively few such topics, and few people have won them in previous years.

"Haha, there's a good show now"

"It can be regarded as a new topic drawn."

"As long as it is not a poem, the youth has no hope"

"Xiao Mo is lucky, this game is finally won"

"Teacher Su, this is your field. No one is more suitable to play than you. Your attainments in couplets may rank among the top ten in China. Few people can match you."

"Teacher Su, it's up to you."

"You can't always let Xiao Wu win over there, our old guy's face is gone."

Chen Mo also smiled, and glanced at Zhang Ye over there, saying that you still talk nonsense with me? This time is not better than poetry, I see how you can win

Su Na's father came out, "Okay, I'll come"

Master Zhou also shook his head, knowing that there was no suspense, and Lao Su took the shot. Few people in the couplet field can beat him, unless there are a few abnormalities.

But what made everyone a little strange was that Zhang Ye, who was opposite, didn't even react at all. He still sat so calmly and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Master Wei laughed and said, "Xiao Wu, are you playing the battle?"

Wu Zeqing smiled after seeing the topic, "I don't need me anymore."

Zhang Ye has stood up, "Uncle Su, who is going to write the question?"

Father Su was very angry and waved his hand, "Young man, let's ask a question, haha."

"Okay, then I'm not welcome." Zhang Ye walked to the front of the counter.

The most exciting expression is Su Na. When she saw that the title of the draw was the couplet, Su Na almost fainted. After seeing the posture and expression of the team of Master Wei, Su Na even more. Is it dumbfounding, do you really think you have won? You know what a shit

This is Zhang Ye

Poems, Songs, Couplets, Articles, Novels and Speeches

Especially the accomplishments on the couplets. Teacher Zhang Ye is a metamorphosis-level.

Su Na can't help but think of the scene of the Beijing couplet competition. Every time there is a championship in the local couplet competition, but the championship is different from the championship, and the gold content is different. The other championships are all competing with other players. He broke his blood and barely won the championship with a slight advantage, but what about Zhang Ye? In that final, Su Na had watched the video on the Internet. Zhang Ye singled out dozens of people. It was an overwhelming victory. The other players didn't even get a point, and Zhang Ye was beaten by Zhang Ye. force

What causes it?

Is the reason for the big gap in strength

Su Na knows that her father is good at couplets and is also a master of this skill, but even so, she also understands that her father may win 10,000 out of 10,000 people, but he definitely can't beat Zhang Ye's.

"Dad" Su Na said hurriedly.

Father Su looked not far away, "Huh?"

Su Na hurriedly winked and waved her hand, meaning she would not let him go.

Su's father didn't understand, he smiled and nodded, thinking that his daughter would cheer him on.

Chen Mo and the calligraphers also had a relaxed look, and they looked at Zhang Ye with a smile and waited for him to give the couplet. They believed that no matter what the young man with sunglasses gave the couplet, Teacher Su would definitely be right. Come up, and it will be seamless.

Immediately, Zhang Ye wrote a Shanghai Lian.

There are few words, and he writes very casually. It seems that he dropped the pen without even thinking about it. It felt as if he had conceded, and it seemed that he didn't take it seriously.

——Lonely, cold window and empty widow.

Zhang Ye looked up and smiled, "I've finished writing."

"Okay, I'll be right." Father Su walked up with confidence amidst the cheering of a group of people, and looked down at the upper couplet.

then.

Then Dad Su almost spit out a mouthful of old blood

I'm swearing at you as a nine-year-old grandma. What is your mother's Shanghai League? Do you want to be so cruel

Zhang Ye is wicked enough, because this sentence of Shanghai Lian is an ancient absolute of his earth, even if it is the smoke-locked pond willow written in the Beijing couplet competition, there are people who are very close in history. Shao Xia Lian, although those Xia Lian have various problems and it is not neat, but this "lonely and cold window is empty and widow", in his world for hundreds of years, it is even decent and almost even Yu Mian. The reluctant Xianlian has never appeared, let alone the artistic conception to be neat.

Death couplet

It's impossible for someone to come up right on this upload

Even if someone can do it in the future, it will be hundreds of thousands of years later.