I Just Want To Be a Little Fresh Meat

time up.

Fang Bei also successfully handed in the paper at the last moment.

Um?

No, it doesn't seem to be a hand in paper or an exam.

Regardless, Fang Bei managed to write it silently at the last minute anyway.

That's right, it's dictation.

The two ancient poems he chose are all he likes.

Especially the few poems in it, he really liked it.

Here, after everyone handed in their own poems, they began to discuss what they had just written.

"How about, how did you write?"

"I don't know, it doesn't feel good."

"Tang Yang, you will definitely get the first place this time."

"No no, the result hasn't come out yet."

"You were the number one in the last poetry conference, and your score was one point higher than the second. This time, you will definitely be the first."

"Luck last time, maybe this time."

......

On stage.

"Now that everyone has handed in, let's start."

"good."

At the judge seat, after seeing everyone handing in their poems, Chairman Liu glanced left and right, and then he was ready to start the evaluation.

"Well, this is a poem about Mid-Autumn Festival. It has a good idea and neat lines, but the artistic conception is a little bit worse. I will give it 7.3 points."

"Oh, let me take a look. Indeed, this poem is quite satisfactory. I give it 7.2 points."

"I feel that Xiao Song's poem is better than last year. I'll give it 7.5 points."

......

The first poem directly scored more than 7 points here.

Although the score is not very high, but the score is not low.

Moreover, the first poem is so powerful, and President Liu is full of expectations for the following poems.

However, the expectation is beautiful, and the reality is cruel.

"What is written in this poem, there is no artistic conception, and the sentence is blunt. I can only give it 5 points."

"Yes, there is no basic metric, I give 5.2 points."

"I also give 5 points, no more."

"This song is okay. I barely pass it. I give it 6.5 points."

"I give 6 points."

......

The judges continued, but, starting from the second poem, it seemed that the quality had dropped drastically.

Not only President Liu, but also the other two old men, all have a headache.

What are you writing about?

"Look, they don't seem to be very happy."

"I guess it's not very good."

"I don't know who owns it, it won't be mine, right?"

"Who knows."

Everyone in the audience naturally saw the expressions of the judges.

When they saw the judges' expressions change from expectation to uncomfortable, they knew that these poems did not satisfy them.

Involuntarily, everyone was a little worried.

At the moment, they are like students who have to release their scores after the exam.

Nervous, restless, and imaginative.

At this moment, the expression on Ling Fei's face was also very nervous.

She kept staring at the judges on the stage, her eyes never leaving.

Fang Bei is still very relaxed.

Nonsense, these are poems on the textbook, how could he be worried.

However, Fang Bei did have a little worry.

That is, will someone grab his second place.

After all, no one can be sure that the poems written by modern people must be inferior to the ancients.

Thinking of this, Fang Bei was also worried.

Ling Fei happened to turn her head and glanced at Fang Bei. When she saw that Fang Bei's expression was also a little worried, she did not speak.

She has this feeling now.

However, if she knew that Fang Bei's concern was not whether the poem was good, but whether she could secure the second place.

I don't know how Ling Fei will feel.

On stage.

"Well, Ling Fei's poem is not bad, whether it's artistic conception or other, it's not bad, I give it 8.2 points."

"Indeed, Ling Fei is making rapid progress, I give 8.1 points."

"I also give 8.2 points."

"Wait, this poem seems to be good, whether it is the artistic conception or the metric of the whole poem, it is very good. Well, that kid Tang Yang wrote it, no wonder. I give this poem 9 points."

"Well, let me take a look. Well, it's really good. It's worthy of being the first place in the previous year. It's very good. I give it 9.1 points."

"I give 9 points."

9 points, no matter which poem conference is in, it is an absolute high score.

Moreover, if there is no accident, Tang Yang's first place is stable.

However, there was an accident in this poem conference.

"Dongfeng Ye puts flowers and trees.

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain. "

When President Liu saw this poem, he didn't feel amazing at first.

However, the beginning of this article is also very good.

However, when he continued to read down, he was stunned.

Especially when he read the last sentence, he was even more straight on the spot.

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dimly lit place. This, this..."

The general score is passed directly to the next person after Chairman Liu has read the score.

Time pauses, generally no more than one minute.

However, the judge next to Chairman Liu did not wait for Chairman Liu to pass it to him after waiting for another three minutes.

Uncontrollably, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Chairman Liu.

However, what he saw was President Liu staring blankly at the paper in front of him, without any other actions.

Involuntarily, he felt a little strange.

"President Liu, what's the matter?"

"Lao Cai, look at this poem."

Chairman Liu reacted after Mr. Cai spoke.

"Oh, let me see. This, this word..."

After receiving the words from Chairman Liu, Mr. Cai also looked at it.

After reading the whole poem, Mr. Cai also reacted with Chairman Liu, and he was also stunned.

"Chairman Liu, this word."

"What's wrong, what happened?"

At this time, the last judge also noticed something was wrong.

"Old Xu, see for yourself."

Cai Lao didn't explain much, and directly passed the paper in his hand to Xu Lao.

The same as their reaction before, after reading it, Mr. Xu was also speechless in shock.

"This word, Shangque writing scenery, I seem to have seen the scene of the Lantern Festival in ancient times. Writing people in Lower Que makes me feel the joy of the festival directly. Especially the last sentence, the peak is turning around. Good words, good words!"

Unlike the previous two, Mr. Xu also gave a simple appreciation.

However, the movement he made was also the biggest.

The people in the audience naturally discovered this unusual reaction.

"What's wrong with Mr. Xu?"

"I don't know, I should have seen some good poems."

"Nonsense, it must be. Didn't you hear the good words he just said?"

"Well, did Tang Yang write it?"

"It shouldn't be me. I wrote poems, not lyrics."

When everyone in the audience was discussing who Xu Lao was lamenting, everyone guessed that it was Tang Yang.

However, Tang Yang denied this statement.

Because he knows himself, Xu Lao is definitely not talking about himself.

If it is a good poem, it may still be him.

However, a good word must not be him

So, who is this person?

"It's definitely not easy to make Old Xu a good word. Fang Bei, do you know who wrote it?"

Here, Ling Fei became a little curious after seeing the abnormal reaction of the judges in the audience.

"I don't know~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Bei shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

But in fact, he can roughly guess that it should be the sapphire case he wrote.

It's just that he can't be 100% sure.

There is self-confidence, but it is uncertain.

After all, who knows if there are any monsters here.

"By the way, what are you writing?"

"One poem, one word."

"Do you think it was the word you wrote?"

Because Fang Bei wrote the tune of water, Ling Fei felt that this poem should have been written by Fang Bei.

"Probably."

This time, Fang Bei did not deny it.