I’m Really a Superstar

morning.

Beijing Radio Station.

The auditorium on the top floor was full of people. Many anchors and broadcasters of the broadcast frequency came. All the columns gave a green light to today's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry contest.

Zhang Wei’s stomach hurts. In the bathroom on the top floor, it may be that these days, the noodles are eaten more. When the noodles are also unbearable, the stomach is countered. He squatted on the Internet while holding a mobile phone. He found that the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry contest of the radio station had been advertised in full swing. Not only did his radio website have been in full swing, but also advertised on other large forums and portals. Today is a legal holiday. Most men, women and children are resting at home. They spend the holidays with their loved ones. At noon, it’s the time for everyone to have a dinner, and it’s idle. Listening to the poetry is not an option. The radio is selected at this time. It is good to hold a poetry meeting, and the time is very good.

There is a lot of comments on the Internet.

"Poetry? Great!"

"This must be heard!"

"The radio station in Tianjin was good last year, so many good poems."

"Hah, this year is even more powerful. I didn't think that the teachers have come. I estimate at least one classic Mid-Autumn Festival poetry."

There are also some people who heard about Weibo’s battle yesterday, or who knows Zhang Wei.

"Hey? Meng Dongguo? Little Red Mushroom, this fairy tale has also gone? There is also a big thunder on the list? The poet who despise Teacher Zhang Wei?"

"Haha! Have a look at it!"

"Yeah, I remember Zhang Wei is the Beijing Radio Station? Today, the frequency of literature and art is also broadcast? Do you have to go to the scene?"

"Yeah, this is right!"

"I met it yesterday after I finished it today. It’s not that my family doesn't get together!"

"Does Teacher Zhang also come to the stage to speak one? I am looking forward to it!"

"I don't know. I didn't see him on the list. They are all people who work together!"

There are supporters of Zhang Wei’s poetry. Of course, more are the fans of Meng Dongguo’s teachers, that is, those who do not agree with Zhang Wei’s literary literacy!

"You still don't accept it? What about Zhang Wei?"

"Don't care about the gang, just don't understand them, they will water!"

"There is no Zhang Wei on the list. Yesterday, the teachers said that it is very clear. This person is a sensationalist. Where can I write poetry and songs? Such a big occasion, such a big Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, or a live show. Is it not a joke to let Zhang Hao go to power? His poetry is a trick that doesn't know how to do it. People who really know how to do it are all laughing and not talking, and then let others laugh at the big teeth."

"Oh, let Zhang Wei go up and he is not afraid to go up!"

"Yes, don't take this porcelain job without this diamond!"

"I really hope that Zhang Wei will go up. I haven't seen him before. I still can't see his true face. This time, so many teachers are there, let everyone see what is the real poetry. The poem of Zhang Wei's three-legged cat is definitely The original form is presented, and the teachers are taught to teach the younger generation!"

"stand by!"

"What is Zhang Jian?"

"This kind of person is a flower shelf. I guess he will not dare to go on stage today. Have you seen the sentences of Zhang Dairen? Your sister, a literati, a poet, where is such a horrible person? At first glance, there is no literati. Some temperament, the teachers questioned, he will not write poetry!"

Basically, they all questioned Zhang Wei. He did not read it. He broke the net out of the bathroom.

The finale is all important people. Seeing that the poetry will begin, some leaders in the station and the invited guests of the association will gradually enter.

Zhang Hao just met them at the door.

Deputy Director Jia smiled and led them to go inside. "Mr. Meng, this is our auditorium. I remember you came over the past year?"

Meng Dongguo is a forty-five-year-old fat man. His hair is quite a lot. He didn’t thank him. He saw that he nodded. "It’s been once, it was a meeting, and I haven’t seen Jia Taichang for two years. The style of the brother is still the same, nothing has changed, I can't do it, you look at the wrinkles."

Deputy Director Jia seems to have a good relationship with him. "Haha, you got it, what my hair is like, you are still the style."

At this time, a group of little girls from the Taili saw them and all embraced them!

"Mr. Meng! Are you Teacher Meng?" A 20-year-old girl was very excited. She was debugging the outside line and she stopped working. "I am your fan. I especially like your poem. When my mother was a child, I often read your verses. I really listened to your work. I am so excited, too excited. Can you sign me a name?"

Deputy Director Jia waved his hand and "opened immediately."

Meng Dongguo said: "The old brother who is okay, signing a name does not take time, come, little girl."

The girl got her signature and went away with joy.

As soon as Meng Dongguo spoke so well, several girls and young people came up to sign.

Some people ran to the back, and regardless of whether the leaders were willing or not, they found their idols and their favorite teachers to sign.

"A little red mushroom aunt! You, me, I want a signature line? I grew up listening to your fairy tale, I like you!" A young man is only worthy.

The little red mushroom is also a bit fat, but it is very beautiful and young, looks and shouts: "Well, where do I sign for you?"

"Da Lei teacher!" Someone else got together. "Your poems have always been my mobile phone desktop. Can I take a photo with you? One will do it!"

Dalei is the kind of tall and strong Northeastern Han, and his accent is also thick in the northeast. I remember that he said that he is a Beijinger, perhaps he grew up in the Northeast.

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U7684, "There is still a problem! Come!"

Signature, photo.

The teachers of the association have been highly sought after and onlookers. It is not difficult to say that everyone is very famous in the capital. The radio station is also a broadcast in the Beijing area. Sometimes they will broadcast their works, so the staff They are no strangers to these teachers, and some are also very admired.

Big thunder? Meng Dongguo? Little red mushroom?

In the back of the dozens of people, listening to the fans' shouts, there seems to be the author of the romance Zheng Anbang?

Isn't this the group of people who yelled at yesterday, oh, well, one is not bad, all come today?

Zhang Hao deeply forgot their eyes and remembered the faces of several people. Suddenly, someone called him behind.

"Mr. Zhang Wei, oh, you can find you, the seat is reserved for you, our literary frequency is in the middle and back row, I will take you in the past." A young woman who just joined the art broadcast.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Wei followed the auditorium.

Zhang Wei?

He is Zhang Wei?

At first glance, Meng Dongguo and Dalei Xiaohong Mushroom and others all looked at it.

Dalei still didn't understand the situation. He didn't have any impression on the name. When he saw Meng Dongguo's expression, Lei Lei remembered the name and asked: "Which Zhang Yi? The one who wrote the so-called modern poetry?"

Xiaohong Mushroom said: "Yes."

Deputy Director Jia confirmed: "It is him, what happened?"

Big Thunder: "He works on the radio station? I just got it."

Zheng Anbang said to Jia’s deputy director: “Nothing to be acquainted by Jia Tai, that was to say that he was still online with him yesterday. He would not write poetry at all, nor write literature. President Meng said a few words as a predecessor. He is quite convinced, not humble at all, but also wrote a poem rebuttal. What do you mean by this? President Meng and us as a person who kindly taught him a few words, he still does not appreciate, kindly as a liver and lung!"

Deputy Director Jia, stunned, said: "Zhang Wei is a newcomer. It is a good idea to write a ghost story, but write poetry... How can you compare with you, huh, huh."

Meng Dongguo shook his hand. "Don't say that he is a brother, let's go in?"

"Let's go, it's about to start." Deputy Director Jia and several small leaders in Taichung called them into the auditorium and sat in the first row.

People around you, see me, I see you.

"Have you seen Zhang Wei meager yesterday?"

"Look, I didn't expect them to come together today!"

"I think this is going to happen. I don't know what temper Zhang Yi teacher is. He doesn't know where he is in the place? Don't fight again."

"No, it won't be played."

"The literati are light, and the people who write the association do not say that Zhang Wei does not understand literature. According to the character of Xiao Zhang, he can bear it. Who is Xiao Zhang? That is the master who dares to confront his colleagues. I dare not give the leader of Taiwan’s leadership face, look at it, I think it’s absolutely impossible to live today.”

At other frequencies on the radio, Zhang Wei is also very famous today. Everyone knows it, so after understanding this situation, they always have the feeling that the mountains and rains are coming to the wind.

......

In the back row of the auditorium.

Zhang Wei sat in his seat, Wang Xiaomei on the left and Wu Datao on the right. He had a contradiction with Wu Datao. Naturally, there is nothing to say. Wang Xiaomei is notoriously not talking, and there is not much with Zhang Wei. Communication, so Zhang Hao had to look down on his mobile phone.

Yes, the cell phone signal is not good.

The auditorium may be soundproof and the signal is also isolated.

Zhang Wei got it several times before even surfing the Internet. After reading the selection interface of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Association on the radio official website, it has already begun. Now many listeners and people from all walks of life have sent their own works and wrote ancient poems. There are written poems, modern poems, and original songs about the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are no prizes in this contest, but there are honors. If you can get the top three, it will definitely be famous in the circle, so There are also many people involved.

However, the content is not flattering.

"Month, my month, you are so beautiful..."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, everyone eats moon cakes, eats one, and eats one more."

Zhang Wei saw that the tears almost fell, and the voting session has been opened. Even if the poems ranked first in the voting are very general, the quality is not high.

Boom.

The door of the auditorium was closed.

The last signal of the mobile phone was also blocked, and there was no way to access the Internet. Zhang Hao had to put away the mobile phone and think about how to give himself a name!

Is my poem not good?

Is my poem not literary?

This is not only a denial of Zhang Huan, but also a denial of the masters of his world's literati and literati. Zhang Yizhen is ridiculous for them. This is in this world. If Zhang Chang is changed, Meng Dongguo dare to question these words? That must be killed!