As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 177

The old man was drunk, but he suddenly started talking nonsense.

Zhang Hanming snorted coldly and said to Jiang Chen: "Young man, you should be humble!"

"If you can't write, then you can't write. There's nothing shameful in admitting it directly."

"Why don't you worship a teacher and learn from him? Maybe you can write better poems and better lyrics."

Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Hanming strangely after hearing this.

Is this old man...drunk?

Why did he suddenly start talking nonsense?

Han Xueer rolled her eyes.

Old Zhang, old Zhang, you are calculating so much that the beads are about to fall on my face.

You just want to take Jiang Chen as your apprentice, why don't you just say no? Why do you have to go around in such a long way?

Seeing the old man staring at him.

Jiang Chen waved his hand: "Forget it, there is no one in the world who can give me advice on this poem."

His tone was calm.

Because he was telling the truth.

In his world, "Jiang Xue" is known as the first lonely poem in the history.

Although the poem is short, with only four short sentences, but each sentence is related to loneliness.

The lonely mood created is even more unique in the history.

To say that there is someone in the world who can give advice on this poem is absolutely nonsense.

However.

His words fell into Zhang Hanming's ears.

But it made the literary professor very angry.

If it were another young man, he would have been excited by this time and served tea to worship him.

This Jiang Chen actually thought that no one in the world could give him advice. He was really arrogant!

He took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

No more words.

Jiang Chen was more frivolous than he imagined.

He didn't want to accept this guy as his apprentice!

It didn't take a moment.

Everyone came back one after another.

And the podium had received fifty or sixty poems.

Old professors from various universities read and commented on these poems one by one.

There were five professors on the podium.

In order to save time.

The staff divided all the poems into five parts.

Each professor read them separately and selected the outstanding poems.

Finally, they were evaluated and scored one by one.

In short, only the top three were selected in the end.

In this separate review mode.

It was quite fast to read more than fifty poems.

It only took seven or eight minutes.

Five professors selected the outstanding works they thought.

After all.

In such a short time, many authors did not have time to conceive a perfect poem.

It was good if more than half of these fifty or sixty poems were qualified.

Most of the poems, at first glance, were not worthy of being read in a high-class setting.

There was no need to read them carefully.

Next.

Several professors took turns to exchange and read the selected ten or so poems.

In less than ten minutes.

The final result was out.

Gu Yuanwen picked up the microphone and showed the top three poems to the camera with a smile.

"The third place is this work called "Alone in an Empty Room", which is very well written."

"The night is still long with a solitary lamp and shadow, and the loneliness is hard to measure."

"The wind knocks on the window lattice, and the moon shines on the empty room for a longer shadow."

"The troubles of the world are all passers-by, only loneliness is by my side."

"I wish to spend the long night with a confidant, and don't let the lonely soul hurt itself."

"Haha, this is written by a female author named Bubble."

"It writes about a woman's yearning and desire for love."

"It is indeed a torture and loneliness to stay alone in an empty room every day. This Bubble's understanding is very profound."

Professor Gu's voice fell with a little humor and ridicule.

Everyone looked at Bubble.

This Bubble is a female author who writes funny articles. It is said that she has very good grades and looks cute.

During the second round of talent shows, she also went on stage to do a talk show, which made everyone laugh.

But Bubble was a little dumbfounded at this time.

Obviously, she didn't expect that this poem she wrote casually could get the third place.

And it was announced on the spot.

She blushed immediately.

She originally just wanted to make fun of her single life.

Unexpectedly, now she seemed to be very lonely and hungry.

Seeing that everyone looked at her strangely.

She coughed awkwardly: "I wrote about the characters in my book, not me."

Hearing this.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

No need

Explain.

We all understand!

Seeing this, Bubble rolled his eyes.

What does your weird smile mean? ? !

I've already said that I'm writing about characters in a book! ! !

There was a little noise and laughter from the audience.

However.

Professor Gu was not affected.

He looked at everyone with a smile.

When the hall gradually quieted down.

He began to announce the second-place poem:

"Second place, this poem is also very well written."

"A lone figure stands in the setting sun on a distant mountain, and fallen leaves are scattered all over the ground."

"As autumn deepens, people grow old easily, and time is ruthless and dreams are hard to last."

"Sitting alone with a solitary lamp, listening to the wind and rain, I can't sleep in the cold night and miss my hometown."

"I want to send my love thousands of miles away, but the road to the end of the world is endless."

Professor Gu held the microphone and read slowly.

"In this poem, the first two lines use objects to express the mood, depicting an autumn scene to create a lonely atmosphere."

"In the second two lines, it starts to describe people, expressing the feeling of loneliness and homesickness."

"Not bad, not bad, a very complete poem."

"Let me see, it's the work of... Jiang Fangshu."

Professor Gu said "not bad" twice in a row.

Everyone looked at Jiang Fangshu with some envy.

He was able to win the second place in the first round and get praise from Professor Gu Yuanwen.

This guy's literary talent is really good.

Jiang Fangshu also looked excited, obviously he didn't expect to win the second place.

"Next, let's announce the third poem."

Professor Gu continued with a smile:

"It was also written by a female author. Let me read it to you."

"Under the moon, a lonely shadow reflects on the cold pond, and the wind blows away the remaining clouds in the night."

"Sitting alone in front of the pavilion, thinking about the past, my lonely thoughts are left to the flowing time."

"The stars are sparse and people can't sleep, and the candlelight shakes two lines of red tears."

"I want to speak but I have nowhere to tell, so I can only send my thoughts to the vastness."

"Haha, it's very well written."

"When I read this poem, a woman who misses her husband under the moon appeared in my mind."

"The emotion of this poem is very appropriate, and it fully writes out the loneliness and loneliness of a woman after losing her husband."

"This kind of loneliness is obviously a little deeper than being alone in an empty room."

Hearing this.

Laughter rang out in the hall.

Afterwards, everyone looked at Zhuo Shutong.

Professor Gu said that this poem was written by a female author, and she was the first.

The most likely one is Zhuo Shutong, the talented woman in Kyoto.

As expected.

Professor Gu turned to the back of the poem and directly announced the author of the poem:

"Zhuo Shutong."

In the hall.

Applause broke out.

While applauding, many people looked at Zhuo Shutong with "strange" eyes.

Because Zhuo Shutong's poem was still about "lovesickness".

Could it be that this most talented woman in Kyoto has also started to miss her husband?

Zhuo Shutong's pretty face was slightly red, and she argued: "I also wrote about... the characters in the book."

Everyone laughed.

However.

When he looked at Zhuo Shutong again, he was a little impressed and shocked.

He was able to write such a complete poem in such a short time.

The title of the most talented woman in Kyoto is indeed well-deserved.

Even Jiang Chen looked at Zhuo Shutong with a little surprise.

This talented woman from Kyoto is really good.

Zhuo Shutong felt Jiang Chen's gaze.

She snorted proudly.

She had not forgotten Jiang Chen's arrogance and contempt.

In the hall.

Suddenly a female author asked, "Why haven't I seen Jiang Chen's poems? Doesn't he always say that he is a writer?"

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