I Just Want To Be a Little Fresh Meat

At seven o'clock in the evening, the poem conference officially began.

The Poetry Conference is roughly divided into these processes, including opening speeches, setting up theme creation, scoring, appraisal, and finally awarding.

The process is not complicated, simple and easy to understand.

"Mr. Fang Bei, I like your song "Shui Tiao Song Tou" very much, it is very good!"

When Mr. Liu, the vice president of the Poetry Association, gave the opening speech, Ling Fei chatted with Fang Bei in a low voice.

After all, most people don't like this set.

No matter what the event is, the opening speech is always the most boring.

"Ahem, thank you thank you."

Fang Bei didn't expect that he would still meet a little fan here.

"Especially the last few sentences, I hope people will stay together for thousands of miles, the writing is great!"

Ling Fei's compliment was not over yet, she was still excited as she spoke.

Especially when she said the last sentence, it seemed as if her eyes were full of stars.

As for Fang Bei, he could only say thank you blindly.

Nonsense, what else can he say besides this.

During the chat, Mr. Liu's opening speech will also end.

"In the past, we always held poetry conventions during the Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. But this time, the time is randomly selected, so the theme is also different. There is no specific theme.

So, this time everyone can give play to your thinking and write casually.

However, I still hope that you can write excellent poetry works, rather than writing them casually.

Okay, I won't say much, let's get started. "

After Liu Lao finished speaking, bursts of applause erupted at the scene.

"The theme this time is actually no theme, it's a bit difficult!"

Ling Fei, who was sitting next to Fang Bei, frowned slightly after listening to Liu Lao's speech, and shook her head with a headache.

"Isn't that good?"

Fang Bei is a little puzzled. Isn't it good to write casually?

"You don't know, past poem conferences often have themes. For example, on Lantern Festival, you describe the scene of Lantern Festival; on Mid-Autumn Festival, you can write about reunion, describe the moon, or describe homesickness.

In this way, everyone wrote almost the same. Even if it's bad, it's not much worse.

However, if this casual writing is not good, it will be a thousand miles away. "

Seeing that Fang Bei hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, Ling Fei patiently explained it again.

However, Fang Bei felt that it was not difficult after listening.

Without a theme, it's not better, which one you want to move.

In short, no matter how scary Ling Fei said, in Fang Bei's eyes, it was nothing.

"There is no theme this time, how do you write it?"

"Yeah, I have no way to start."

"Me too, completely clueless."

"By the way, you said, has anyone taken out what was written before?"

"Who knows, I feel that it is not good to have no theme this time."

"Yeah, I think so too."

......

The other people who participated in the poem conference, after learning that the theme this time had no theme, behaved like Ling Fei.

Nervous, disturbed, and worried.

Fang Bei glanced at the nearby tables, with anxious expressions on his face.

He curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.

On stage, the judges seat.

Lao Liu sat with a few other elders, quietly waiting for everyone's creation to be completed.

"Chairman Liu, the topic this time is not easy!"

At this time, the vice president of the Poetry Association whispered an old man next to Liu Jianye.

"Before we delineated the scope, which limited everyone's thinking. So this time, we deliberately made a new attempt to see if there are any good poems."

"Well, indeed, although there are excellent works in the past, there are too few poems."

"Yes, let's see if there are any surprises this time."

......

The judges on the stage were also whispering about the new rules over there.

However, they are not worried at all, and they still have some expectations.

Ling Fei started to think hard after having a brief exchange with Fang Bei.

She held her forehead lightly and fell into deep thought.

And Fang Bei looked relaxed.

He actually didn't want to come to participate in the poem conference this time.

However, President Liu said that his tune song head could be recommended to his friends for inclusion in the textbook.

All of a sudden, Fang Bei was stunned, and only then did he agree to a lot of confusion.

No way, people, sometimes it's a little bit vanity.

Although Fang Bei felt that it was fine now, he would not agree to this condition again.

However, the matter has come to this point, and he has promised to respond to the party.

Anyway, he didn't even want to write poetry.

After all, these people combined are not his opponents.

This is the confidence of the traverser!

"Oh, look at what that person is doing, it seems to be very relaxed."

"Huh? Let me take a look. Isn't this Fang Bei, did he finish it?"

"You mean Fang Bei, the hot star recently?"

"Yes."

"The head of the song he wrote before is really good. Could it be that he has written it now?"

"Maybe, this guy is amazing!"

......

People in other places are thinking hard at this moment.

When they accidentally saw Fang Bei's relaxed and cozy look, they suddenly muttered in a low voice.

This guy is too amazing!

Time passed a little bit, and twenty minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

However, no one at the scene raised his hand and said that he had finished his creation.

"Well, Mr. Fang Bei, why don't you write?"

After Ling Fei scribbled on the paper, she suddenly found that Fang Bei hadn't moved a word, so she couldn't help but asked with some curiosity.

"Ah, I won't."

Fang Bei actually didn't want to write, so he answered with an excuse.

"Can't write?"

Ling Fei frowned again, she didn't seem to believe Fang Bei.

"Um."

Fang Bei nodded earnestly.

"how could be?"

"Really, how can I write poems."

"But didn't you write the head of the song?"

"Oh, that..."

Fang Bei originally wanted to deal with Ling Fei, but he didn't expect the other party to ask him.

For a while, the scene was a bit awkward.

"Quickly write. If you write well this time, you have the opportunity to be recommended to the editing office of the textbooks for elementary and middle schools. There is even a chance to be included in the textbooks."

"Oh, yes."

For Ling Fei's "tempting" conditions, Fang Bei said he didn't care very much.

After all, his Shui Tune singer already has this opportunity.

"It's still thirty minutes, everyone, pay attention to the time."

This creation is certainly not endless, it certainly has a time limit.

One hour is the last time limit.

You can finish ahead of time, but if you overtime, you will be eliminated directly, and you will not even be eligible for the competition.

"It's only thirty minutes. Write it quickly."

After Ling Fei urged Fang Bei again, she continued to think hard.

And Fang Bei still didn’t move.

On stage, the judges seat.

"Chairman Liu, who is that young man?"

In the judges seat, when an old man surnamed Cai glanced at the people in the audience, he found something wrong.

To be precise, it was a wrong person.

The man, looking around, had a pleasant expression, as if he was here to play.

"That's Fang Bei, the person who wrote the head of the song."

Chairman Liu glanced at Fang Bei, then said with a smile.

"He's the one who wrote the head of the song."

The old man surnamed Cai glanced at Fang Bei again and nodded slightly.

At the same time, there is a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Yes, looking at him, it should be finished."

After seeing Fang Bei's relaxed look, Chairman Liu concluded that the other party had finished writing.

"Oh, I don't know what he wrote this time."

"I asked someone to take it over and take a look."

"good."

President Liu called in his assistant, and after giving a few words softly, he saw the assistant walking towards Fang Bei.

After about three minutes, the assistant came back.

"Xiao Fan, why did you come back empty-handed?"

President Liu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw his assistant Xiao Fan came back empty-handed.

"Lao Liu, that person didn't write it well, that's right, he didn't write it at all."

Assistant Xiaofan explained after listening to Chairman Liu's question.

"Not written?"

"Yes."

"How is it possible? Haven't thought about how to write, or what?"

"He said he can't write."

"Can't write?"

Hearing this, President Liu frowned deeply.

What the **** is this Xiaofang doing?

He can't write, how is it possible?

How could a person who can write the head of a tune song can't write poetry.

No, I'm going to have a look.

As a result, Chairman Liu did not continue to speak, but just got up and walked towards Fang Bei.

"Xiao Fang, have you finished writing?"

Walking to Fang Bei, Chairman Liu asked softly.

At this moment, Fang Bei was looking at the frowning expressions of those behind him, and did not notice anyone coming.

When President Liu's voice suddenly sounded, Fang Bei was taken aback.

"Ah, what? President Liu you."

"Xiao Fang, how are the poems written?"

"Ah, this, I haven't figured out how to write it yet."

"Oh yeah, then you think about it slowly."

After speaking, President Liu did not immediately become powerful, but stood quietly beside Fang Bei.

Fang Bei originally thought that the other party would leave after speaking.

However, after waiting for a minute, the other party has not left yet.

Fang Bei felt depressed, why didn't President Liu leave?

Also, what do you mean by staring at me.

Is there something on my face?

Thinking about it, Fang Bei touched his face, but he didn't touch anything.

"Chairman Liu, what are you?"

Seeing that the other party was still not leaving, Fang Bei finally couldn't stand it, so he asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, I want to see how you write it."

How did I write it?

I write woolen yarn.

What he thinks now is just to end it sooner and finish the agreement sooner.

Then, never talk to each other.

"You stare at me like this, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's okay, then I'll look at other places."

As he said, the other party looked at Ling Fei again.

Fang Bei was speechless when he saw this.

Is there any difference between you and staring at me?

Ling Fei is sitting next to me, look at her, can't you still see me?

At this moment, Fang Bei felt like a student who wanted to cheat on an exam, and was then deliberately stared at by the invigilator.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

After looking at Chairman Liu, Fang Bei lowered his head.

Good guy, he feels depressed and uncomfortable all over now.

This person is so strange!

"Chairman Liu, in fact, I can't write poetry anymore."

Finally, Fang Bei couldn't stand the opponent anymore, so he decided to confess.

"No creative talent?"

After listening to Fang Bei's words, President Liu didn't believe him at all, instead he joked.

"..."

And Fang Bei felt embarrassed at the moment, because he didn't know that the other party actually knew this stalk.

"Well, I won't stare at you anymore, you write carefully. This time the first prize is awarded, but there is a chance to be included in the textbook for elementary and middle school students."

President Liu seemed to feel Fang Bei's unnaturalness, so he took the initiative to leave.

After Chairman Liu left, Fang Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he finally left.

After Chairman Liu left, Fang Bei's side became relaxed and happy again.

"I must get the opportunity to be included in the textbook."

"I have to write well this time. The reward for the first place is really tempting."

"Yes, it would be a great honor if it could be included in the textbook."

"Yes, this time I must take the first place."

"Envy you, I have the courage to take the first place. I'll leave it alone, I will fight for second this time. Although there is only one hundred thousand yuan in prize money, it is better than nothing."

......

Immediately after President Liu left, the people nearby started discussing in a low voice.

What they discussed was the reward for the first place this time.

However, Fang Bei was somewhat indifferent to this first prize.

honor?

What's the use, it's not as good as the actual money.

Just when Fang Bei thought so, he suddenly heard someone say the reward for second place.

Suddenly, Fang Bei's eyes widened.

What, the reward for the second place is 100,000?

At this moment, he felt that he had discovered the joy of this poem conference.

One hundred thousand in second place?

If he won the second place, it would be 100,000 yuan.

Good guy, unexpected joy!

At this moment, Fang Bei was excited.

However, there is a problem now, that is, if he writes, he is likely to win the first place.

Then, the second place has no chance with him.

One hundred thousand yuan is not his.

Thinking of this, Fang Bei suddenly got a headache.

He was confident in winning the first place, but he was not sure when he was in second place.

After all, even if the poems are transported casually, there should be a risk of winning the championship.

No, think carefully about this issue.

Ling Fei had almost finished her creation at this time. When she looked up and saw Fang Bei frowning deeply, she thought in her heart that he was finally serious now.

There are still five minutes before the end of the creation, and more and more people have finished their creation.

Fang Bei felt even more anxious after listening to the people around him saying what he had done.

Because, he hasn't thought about what to write to get the second place.

All he knew were famous poems.

After all, these are all in the textbook.

"Mr. Fang Bei, it's okay, there are five minutes left."

Seeing Fang Bei's expression getting more and more anxious, Ling Fei began to comfort him.

She believes that Fang Bei must be anxious for not being able to write at this moment.

Where did she know that Fang Bei was actually anxious about how to get second place.

"Miss Ling Fei, I would like to ask, are there any restrictions on the poem conference, we can only create one?"

"Ah, what, oh, it seems not."

"Does that mean that a person can only get one prize?"

"It doesn't seem to be ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I know, thank you."

After speaking, Fang Bei began to write on the paper with great difficulty.

Ling Fei looked at Fang Bei blankly.

What do you mean by that?

Could it be that you want...

That's right, after 20 minutes of hard thinking, Fang Bei still didn't expect any poems to secure the second place.

So, with five minutes left in the final, he thought of a new way.

Since there is no guarantee of second place, then I will get it all.

That's right, Fang Bei is ready to win first and second together.

This is also the reason why he just asked Ling Fei those words.