The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

"Hello, ye Zhi. My name is Ziqing." This is a woman judge with relaxed dress, medium and long hair and gentle tone.

But ye Zhi saw her, but felt a trance.

Maybe now Ziqing is not famous, and she is just an ordinary university teacher. But ye Zhi knows that with the broadcast of Chinese ancient poetry competition after competition, her erudition and Neixiu will be known by more people.

She is not only a well quoted and witty judge, but also an associate professor of Kyoto University.

"Hello, Mr. Ziqing." Ye Zhi soon regained her mind and nodded to each other.

"I didn't expect that the first contestant in the Chinese ancient poetry competition gave us these judges a big surprise. What you just said is not wrong. But now I don't know much about you, so I won't comment more. "

Ziqing's distinctive personal style is always just right, just because she participated in the program for the first time, so she didn't show too abrupt, but answered more carefully.

"Thank you for your comments." Zhongyi took over the right to speak again. Indeed, it's just a sentence, which can't represent the whole level of the players. So she didn't say anything more, but focused on the recording of the program.

"Ye Zhi, are you ready? The first stage of the Chinese ancient poetry competition is called "mist". The rule of the competition is that an 8-by-8 square will appear on the big screen later, and the words inside will be confused by a number of idioms. The contestants are required to speak out the idioms one by one as quickly as possible. Of course, you can say each idiom correctly, The corresponding number of words will disappear from the screen. "

Ye Zhi's understanding ability is fairly good. Listen to Zhong Yi's explanation, isn't this the puzzle game of later generations, "idiom Lianliankan"?

Generally speaking, the preliminaries are not too difficult, and the topics are random. Ye Zhi doesn't worry about her existing knowledge base at all. She picks up the microphone and says to Chao Zhongyi, "I'm ready."

"Well, ye Zhi, please look at the big screen." On the stage hit light, Zhongyi has stepped back in advance, out of the dazzling aperture, ye Zhi turned, the screen appeared familiar Tian Zi Ge.

It's almost the content on the screen. At the moment of lighting up, ye Zhi said a bunch of Idioms from her mouth: "make a big splash, sleep on the fuel and taste the gall, and talk about it in the same breath, connecting the preceding and the following..."

She spoke at an amazing speed. Before the font on the screen could be eliminated, she said all the idioms on the screen.

Zhongyi has closed the microphone and can't help but take a breath of air-conditioning. Is she careless? What kind of monster did the organizing committee find? She doesn't seem to need to think.

The host has basic stage skills, because the scene is too wonderful, the camera has been recording rapidly, but Li Bin behind the camera is so surprised that he even dropped his chopsticks.

At this time, he felt that it was totally wrong for his parents to give him the name "bin", which means both literature and martial arts. He did not have a good literary level, and he did not practice tai chi in general. But his younger martial sister, who frightened all the people present.

All of a sudden, the studio was silent. Only the words on the screen were slowly disappearing. Knowing that the big screen was blank, Zhong Yi picked up the microphone and continued: "congratulations on the smooth pass. At the same time, ye Zhi, you can exert a lot of pressure on the competitors behind. Your time is 28 seconds."