I’m Really a Superstar

Mountain top.

The atmosphere among the teachers suddenly became lively.

"That's interesting!"

"Yeah, comparing poems?"

"This is Zhang Ye's strength."

"Teacher Liao is also good. Teacher Liao Qi is not only an associate professor at Tsinghua University, but also holds a position in the Poetry Association. His poetry level is very high."

"That's not as good as Zhang Ye. Who doesn't know what level Zhang Ye is?"

"Haha, this is not necessarily true. Teacher Liao is not weak either. It's just that Teacher Liao's poems are more artistic. They are not as popular as Teacher Zhang's poems, are not as widespread, and are not as well-known. But they cannot It is said that Teacher Liao’s level is not as good as Zhang Ye’s.”

"Well, I think the two of them are quite comparable."

"Teacher Liao has been prepared for this."

"Yes, if you dare to compete with Zhang Ye in the field of poetry, you must be well prepared. You can look forward to it!"

"Compare!"

"Teacher Zhang, come on!"

"Come on, Teacher Liao!"

Many people cheered and shouted, looking forward to it.

Su Na blinked her eyes and winked at Zhang Ye. She was also a member of the Chinese language proposition group, so she naturally knew that the few Chinese teachers from Tsinghua University and Renmin University of China, headed by Liao Qi, did not think highly of Zhang Ye. They are not used to it, and they are very dissatisfied with the fact that Zhang Ye, who they regard as a "cancer" in the literary and educational circles, can thrive so well. Now that these people have created such a battle, they must not have An was kind-hearted or had some agenda. She gave Zhang Ye a wink to remind him to be careful. As for her level of poetry, Su Na was not worried at all. She knew what Zhang Ye was capable of.

Behind Zhang Ye, two other female teachers from Peking University also quietly touched Zhang Ye, also with the intention of reminding him. You can see it here. Although everyone seems to be nice and friendly on the surface, and everyone should talk and laugh just now, the imitation of expressions and lyrics before were all games and entertainment. This time the question is When I came out, it was different from before. I was already a bit serious and wanted to confront Zhang Ye. Naturally, most of the teachers at Peking University were on Zhang Ye’s side without asking. Peking University and Tsinghua University have long been a pair of old enemies. Well, when faced with this kind of provocation and competition, everyone’s position is never ambiguous.

Referee Li Rui said: "Have you decided on the male teacher group?"

Liao Qi hummed.

"Where's the female teacher group?" Li Rui looked to the other side.

A female teacher from Tsinghua University laughed and said, "We must have sent Teacher Zhang Ye to the stage. I don't need to say anything about Teacher Zhang's poetry skills."

On the opposite side, another male teacher from Tsinghua University also teased Jia Yangzi and said, "Yes, I have heard that Teacher Zhang wrote poems, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. Come on, Teacher Zhang."

Several teachers from Tsinghua University began to sing and harmonize, and some seemed to want to praise them first and then kill them.

But who would have expected that Zhang Ye waved his hands as soon as he heard this, "I'm not coming. I already agreed before. I'm here just to drink for the lesbians. I'm not a grown man who is a female teacher."

Li Rui smiled and said: "The female teacher group has already asked you to pass, and you are now a member of the female teacher group. Since everyone recommends you, will you come to this final round?"

Zhang Ye was eating barbecue by himself in front of an oven, "Come on, I'll eat my meat, my poetry level is only that much." This guy was not interested at all in this poetry competition game. "By the way, Teacher Su Na is very good. Teacher Su, please come on."

Su Na: "..." What am I going to do?

Zhang Ye pushed him back and forth and didn't pick up on what was said.

If it were someone else who was so evasive and cover-up, everyone would definitely think that this person had no confidence in his heart, was afraid of losing, and was afraid of showing his cowardice, so he did not dare to face this round of the game. However, the person who said this was Zhang Ye, and everyone did not I think so, because Zhang Ye's ability to write poems and lyrics is already well-known to everyone. His works such as "The Farthest Distance in the World", "Dead Water" and "Looking at the Mountain" are all there. There is no doubt that the results are impressive. Zhang Ye cannot be confident or afraid of losing. There is only one explanation for him not to challenge - that is, Zhang Ye is not interested, or he is not in the mood at all.

The crowd booed.

"Zhang Ye, go."

"If you don't go, there will be no one in the female teacher group."

"Yes, you are the only female teacher who is good at writing poems and lyrics."

"This is the last round, but it determines who wins and who loses in the two groups. Everyone is having so much fun. Teacher Zhang Ye, why are you so disrespectful?"

"Yes, let's compare."

Chichi spent a long time ink-writing.

Liao Qi from the male teacher group took a look and immediately said: "Since the female teacher group can't decide on the candidate, then I will show my shame first. The theme is husband and wife, right?"

Referee Li Rui said: "That's right."

Liao Qi asked: "Do you have any pen and ink?"

"Yes." A teacher over there said with a smile: "I specially prepared it for the regular competition. I knew that there would be similar links. I had already prepared it. Well, it's all here." He and several teachers put it together Everything is laid out, and the desk has been set up a long time ago. Of course, it is impossible to be so meticulous and particular on the top of the mountain. They are all simple desks and pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Everyone's appetite was whetted.

"here we go!"

"Teacher Liao is very confident."

"Who do you think can win?"

"If Zhang Ye gets in, Zhang Ye will definitely have a better chance of winning, but if Zhang Ye doesn't get in, there is really no one in the female teacher group who can match Teacher Liao."

"I see it that way too."

"Poems about husband and wife are not easy to write."

Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers, Liao Qi from the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University walked slowly to the desk and stood still. He pondered for a while, as if he was thinking, and then his eyes brightened. He raised his hand and picked up the hand firmly. The writing brush seems to have already had an idea, so I started writing it!

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Regular script fonts appear vividly on the paper:

The knot is a couple.

There is no doubt about love.

…

There is no pause, a poem is completed in one breath!

When Liao Qi raised his hand to write, the people watching couldn't help but cheer!

"good!"

"This poem is so beautiful!"

“It’s very artistic!”

"The love between husband and wife is so vividly written! It's also so great!"

"This poem is really good! It rhymes, has a clear theme, and a rich artistic conception. It's impeccable!"

"This poem is a sure win. Teacher Liao is so talented!"

"Well, even if Zhang Ye gets involved, he may not be able to win!"

"Really, even if it was written by Zhang Ye, it's nothing more than that, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Zhang Ye's poems have more power in them. I think they are much better than this one."

"The benevolent is in the eye of the beholder. Art is inherently indistinguishable. Anyway, I think Teacher Liao's poems are perfect!"

Ma Qi from the Chinese language group applauded, "Professor Liao, what a poem!"

Referee Li Rui also clapped his hands and nodded, "How wonderful!"

Liao Qi smiled slightly and said, "Thank you everyone. I just got interested, so I just played around with it."

At this time, another young man among the three referees looked at the square of female teachers and said with a smile: "Who is coming here? The question is limited to ten minutes. If no one answers, you should be fined with alcohol?"

Liao Qixiao looked at Zhang Ye.

Most of the other people's eyes were also focused on Zhang Ye.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye didn't look at them at all. He was still eating with his back on his back, throwing scallops and oysters into his mouth one after another, like a rice bucket, and couldn't eat enough. It’s not that he’s pretending to be cool, or that he’s deliberately keeping a low profile. He really can’t muster up the energy to compete with them in poetry. Isn’t that interesting?

An elder sister who was the leader of the female teacher group walked over and said, "Xiao Zhang."

"Hey." Zhang Ye said vaguely while eating: "Um...what do you want to say?"

The eldest sister couldn't laugh or cry, "Stop eating, we are all going to lose. It is a custom every year that after the group competition, the losing side will not only be fined with alcohol, but there will also be a group punishment at the end, such as group dancing, group running circles, etc. It’s embarrassing.”

Zhang Ye said oh and continued eating.

Su Na also came, "Teacher Zhang, come on!"

Zhang Ye said happily: "You are also very good. Just write and I will encourage you."

Su Na smiled helplessly and said: "My poetry skills are not up to par, and I think Teacher Liao's poetry is at least five levels higher than my semi-verbal poetry skills. I don't want to embarrass myself. Look. It’s yours, Teacher Zhang, we have to win this round for our female teacher group!”

"Yes, Zhang Ye."

"Teacher Zhang, hurry up!"

"It's all up to you!"

"Stop eating, come on!"

There were a lot of female teachers chirping. Some young female teachers took winning and losing seriously, and maybe they didn’t want to be punished, so they were so anxious that they all wanted to win.

Suddenly, a young male teacher from Tsinghua University in the crowd spoke up and said, "If Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't dare to come, then someone else can do it."

Liao Qi smiled.

Li Rui and a few people from the Chinese language group were also having fun.

Don't dare?

Don't dare to go?

When Zhang Ye heard it, he looked for the sound and laughed, "I heard it. This is a method to stimulate generals. Do you think this method of stimulating generals can be useful to me?" Then, Zhang Ye put it down. The food in his hand went up, "Yes, it's very useful!"

Suna: "Pfft!"

Liao Qi: "..."

Li Rui: "..."

The female teachers were all amused!

After wiping his hands clean, Zhang Ye also walked to the front of the desk and asked the three referees, "The one who writes about couples, right? There is no limit on poetry?"

Li Rui replied: "Yes."

Zhang Ye nodded and picked up the pen.

At this time, everyone had cheered and gathered around Zhang Ye, standing in three circles inside and three outside. Everyone stretched their necks to look at the rice paper.

Liao Qi and others were also inside.

However, despite being watched by so many people, Zhang Ye still looked listless and obviously not very excited. He seemed to just pick up the brush so casually, as if he didn't even use his brain to move it. I wrote hastily on the rice paper.

It’s regular script:

With dry eyes, I look at the distant mountains and across the water,

How many times have we met and known each other?

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