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Ye Shengxue was a little confused by Chen Yefeng's "your man" just now. After realizing it, she began to concentrate on thinking about her poem.
And Li Zheng looked at the black and white writing on the paper in his hand, and then secretly glanced at the writing written by Tao Lu next to him
Under such a comparison, he only felt that his self-confidence was hit hard!
This is a look at it, there is a model, what is this?
Where is the dung beetle pushing the dung ball?
??If this thing is handed over
Wouldn¡¯t it be embarrassing to be thrown into grandma¡¯s house and be laughed at by this guy next to you?
no!
He must not be embarrassed in front of his girlfriend. Chen Yefeng shook his head, crumpled up the paper on which he had written the poem and threw it on the ground. Then he buried his head and secretly imitated Tao Lu, writing slowly, stroke by stroke. .
However, when he got serious and started writing slowly, he found that it had taken him ten minutes to finish what he had written just a few minutes ago.
Just when Chen Yefeng was halfway through writing, people were already turning in their papers one after another.
After looking at the person who handed in the paper, Chen Yefeng looked at what he had written again and finally sighed.
after all¡¡
How is it possible that good calligraphy can be acquired by oneself overnight?
It¡¯s a bit ugly, but at any rate
?Compared to just now, can you at least see clearly what the words are now?
The competition should only be about poems, so you shouldn¡¯t waste your time comparing the beauty and ugliness of words, right?
Butwhat if we compete?
Forget it, if someone else writes one, I will write two!
Quality is not enough, quantity is the key! ! !
Anyway, these two poems do not exist in this world now, and no one knows they were written.
Um¡¡
That¡¯s it! ! !
After making up his mind, Chen Yefeng kept working hard and wrote another poem in the remaining blank space of the white paper.
Tao Lu next to her frowned in surprise when she saw Chen Yefeng starting to write again.
this person¡¡
There seems to be something?
Or is he just trying to show off?
If you really just want to show off, then you have to have real materials.
after all.
In this place, ordinary people may not be able to compete in literary competitions.
As someone handed in the paper, the judges and teachers also began to make comments together.
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¡°Hmm¡ Nie Xinxin¡¯s handwriting is still pleasing to the eye. Although she is a girl, the words she writes are full of masculine beauty. This song ¡°Plum Blossom¡± is also very good, okay, okay
I think this poem can be rated 8.8 points. "
"I think, although this word is very well written and rhymes when read, it somewhat violates the original meaning of this proposition and makes people unable to understand the artistic conception. I will give it 8 points."
"Well, I feel the same way. No matter what, this poem is still a little bit worse than the proposition this time. I will give it 8 points."
"Tao Lu is excellent as always. This song "Winter Snow" is full of positive and uplifting style, which can make people feel the artistic conception!
¡°Hmm¡I think it can be scored as 8.8 points. "
"Why not rate it 9 points?" Tao Lu is Tao Xizhi's granddaughter. In his heart, although his granddaughter's poem is not perfect, it can still get a high score of 9 points for him.
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"Haha, this is your Lao Tao's granddaughter. Of course you will give it a high score, but if you want to get the approval of all of us, your granddaughter's song is indeed not qualified."
"Indeed, although the artistic conception is not bad, it is still full of flaws. Overall, it still feels a little bit worse. If I gave it a score, it would be 8.8 at most."
"Huh? This poem is good, okay. Who wrote this? Was it written by Li Muge?"
"Li Muge!? Is that the student who is known as the talented scholar in Kyoto?"
"Yes, this classmate is very talented. I think it's good. The artistic conception and meaning of this song "Flying in the Sky" are also quite good. I can give it 9 points."
"Nine points seems a bit too high" Tao Xizhi said.
"It's not high. I really deserve this score here."
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It also scores 9 points here. This poem is a rare masterpiece at their age. Lao Tao, as a judge, you should not have too many personal emotions. "
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When the last contestant handed in his answer sheet, everyone turned their attention to the judges' table in front of them.
Watching the teachers on the judging panel staring at the delivered answer sheets, they were whispering to each other, thinking, feeling, or admiring.
A group of people were extremely anxious.
?For them, it is a very honor and honor to be recognized.
Study hard for what?
Isn¡¯t it just to get recognition and prove your efforts?
Each of these old professors is a mainstay in the Chinese literary world and a prestigious presence.
"Are you very nervous now?" Chen Yefeng looked at Ye Shengxue and asked softly.
"Of course I'm nervous, what if I get eliminated!" Ye Shengxue rolled her eyes at Chen Yefeng.
"Actually, I'm also nervous."
"What are you nervous about? People may not be able to understand your handwriting."
Chen Yefeng: ""
This girl must be given a good education someday! ! !
The waiting was long and boring. Chen Yefeng naturally put his hand into his pocket, but when he touched the empty cigarette box, he sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong?" Tao Lu looked at Chen Yefeng strangely, who sighed for no reason.
"It's nothing" Chen Yefeng took a deep breath. He couldn't tell her that he suddenly wanted to light a cigarette to pass the time.
This long and boring wait, without a cigarette, would be really lonely for a long-time smoker like Chen Yefeng.
after all.
The long wait is lonely after all.
When Chen Yefeng looked in the direction of the judges' bench and saw an old man with gray hair smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he suddenly felt inexplicable envy in his heart.
Why is it that competition regulations prohibit smoking, but these judges can smoke? Isn¡¯t this a privilege?
He even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to smoke a cigarette.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Shengxue held Chen Yefeng's arm and looked at him curiously.
"I'm looking at the old man smoking."
"What are you looking at him for?"
"I want to smoke with him, otherwise it would be too boring to wait."
Ye Shengxue: "???"
¡¡
Looking at Chen Yefeng with a serious look on his face, Ye Shengxue stretched out her white and tender hands and gently placed them on his forehead, and muttered: "It's strange, you don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"
"What are you doing!" Chen Yefeng, with a dark face, grabbed Ye Shengxue's little hand tightly in his palm, "I'm telling the truth!!!"
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