Chapter 42 I Am a Very Humble Person!

"The article travels overseas, wants to compose poems and drink wine, and stays in the West Lake again? It seems that this Lu Yuan is indeed a bit of a real talent."

"Hehe, Grandpa's vision is unmistakable. I said he has the talent to learn!"

"Grandpa, a pair of couplets can't explain anything. It can only show that he is not an ignorant person. He is qualified to enter the poetry club. There are so many people present, which one is not talented?"

"Hehe, I know you have a very high vision. By the way, have you heard the song "To Alice"? It was composed by him."

"I've been thinking about ancient poems for the past few days, but I haven't listened to them yet."

"Go and listen to it when you have time. This song has been compiled into the textbook. After listening to it, you will know why grandpa values ​​this young man so much."

"If someone is really talented, he will shine in this poetry meeting! If he can enter the top three in the poetry meeting, I will consider him."

"You are too demanding. There are very few men in this world who are proficient in everything. Unless he is a genius, I think he is good enough and very humble. He doesn't have the arrogance of these literati."

"No! My request will not change, even if I never meet it in my life, I will not change! It's good to be alone forever!"

"Hey, you are really...hey...how can I say hello..."

On the high platform on the second floor, Mr. Chen shook his head and sighed inwardly when he looked at his granddaughter who had a pretty face and was holding a book.

This granddaughter is good at everything else, and she is also highly talented...

Just out of my mind.

Where in this world is there a man who is so talented?

Isn't this bullshit?

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This poem will be divided into two factions.

Classical and modern poetry.

Since ancient times, literati have always been relatives.

The supporters of modern poetry feel that the supporters of classical poetry are pedantic, and there is nothing new about them. .

The supporters of classical poetry feel that the supporters of modern poetry have no background, the poems are not written with much depth, and they are not as talented as modern poets, so the content is really tight.

Every year, the two factions compete in poetry at the Poetry Conference. Everyone hopes that the faction they support can suppress the other faction, but every year they are evenly divided. Except for a slight difference, it is basically a tie. draw...

After all, no matter whether it is classical poetry or modern poetry, there is no distinction in history, and the real distinction is only the difference in the level of poets.

But the people who can really enter the Poetry Club are all the top ones in the Chinese coefficient of famous universities, and they are naturally outstanding in literature. The score line of almost 9 points fluctuates, and there are very few low scores and very few high scores. Every year, the winner is only a few tenths higher on the same score line, and it is impossible to have an absolute crushing situation.

So in this case, one more person and one less person in the two factions are a must for them.

In the eyes of this group of people, Lu Yuan made couplets that no one had made for a long time, and he was also a rare talent!

Talent, of course, has to be contested.

If Lu Yuan hadn't been tricked by Li Dongqiang, he would probably be sitting at the Classical Poetry Club eating fruit and wasting his time, occasionally watching this group of literati pretending to be aggressive, applauding at the hearty place, pretending to wait for the end ,but now……

The situation is not good.

"Lu Yuan, tell me, you now have two passes and two seats, where do you choose!"

"Yeah, which one do you choose, classical poetry or our modern poetry!"

"..."

The light was very bright, illuminating Lu Yuan's slightly bitter but forced smile.

In the empty space in the aisle not far away, several staff members with cameras quickly pointed the lens at Lu Yuan to shoot the video,

The reporter next to him who was recording the actual live broadcast also quickly wrote the transcript with an excited expression on his face...

At this moment, whether it was jealousy or disdain, or the members of the poetry club watching the excitement, all stared at Lu Yuan, waiting for Lu Yuan's choice, and the atmosphere became a little bit awkward for a while.

"Can I choose to stand and watch? I think standing is also good." After seeing so many people staring at him with so many eyes, accompanied by the sound of taking pictures, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

He felt that no matter what he chose, something would go wrong.

"no!"

"No! Must choose!"

Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out almost at the same time.

"Ah, no, my stomach hurts, it's so painful, where is the bathroom? I'll go and make it easier..." Lu Yuan looked at so many people, and suddenly had a quick wit, and turned around while everyone was dumbfounded, clutching his stomach Run to the bathroom on both sides.

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy!

"Wait until he comes back to choose!"

"OK, alright!"

Dao Yuting and Shen Rong wiped out a little smell of gunpowder, then turned and returned to their seats.

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Lu Yuan ran to the toilet and subconsciously took out his pocket again.

Disappointment is always spreading.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet, and then come out after the poetry meeting was almost over, so he escaped today.

But I don't know which buddy has diarrhea, the toilet is rumbling like firecrackers, and it's nothing more than the sound, and the smell is so bad that people almost vomit.

How can Lu Yuan, who doesn't smoke, resist this kind of bombing? Finally, he cursed MMP in his heart, and ran out of the toilet speechlessly.

Standing under the light and looking at the two passes in his hand...

Forget it, let's go to the old man.

Ultimately, one has to choose.

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards the direction arranged by the old man and sat down under Shen Rong's sigh and Dao Yuting's excited eyes.

The gifted scholars and beauties of the classical school of poetry saw this scene, and their faces showed a bit of complacency. As for the people of the modern school of poetry, they all stared at Lu Yuan, jealous, speechless, angry, and finding fault...

In short, there are all kinds of expressions.

If eyes could kill, Lu Yuan would have already been killed.

"Brother, not bad! You have vision! My name is Xu Xiaonian, and I have admired you for a long time!"

"Uh, my name is Lu Yuan, I have admired you for a long time..."

As soon as Lu Yuan sat down, a young man dressed in Hanfu approached Lu Yuan and clasped his fists in a polite manner.

Lu Yuan also imitated his appearance and posed, but the more he played with Lu Yuan, the weirder he felt.

The thief couldn't get used to it.

"That's great, brother, it really makes our classical poetry club flourish if you come to our place!"

"Ah? Actually, I don't know much about poetry. I'm just a layman. I came here to learn..."

"Brother, you are humble. If you are a layman who writes articles overseas, wants to compose poems and drink wine, stay in the West Lake, etc., then I am not as good as a farmer? Brother, don't be humble. Now, your modesty is showing off..."

"I'm lucky, lucky... I really don't have many real talents, but I'm really vulgar." Lu Yuan was really ashamed to see Xu Xiaonian's admiration.

At the same time extremely embarrassing.

"You're too modest. By the way, I got inside information. This year's exam question is peasants. I use peasants to compose a poem. Do you have any opinions on this?"

"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head, "No, I'm not very good at writing poetry, I think you can just write!"

"Everyone has to write ... that's the rule of the game."

"Huh? Competition rules?"

"Yes. "

"Is there a reward?"

"The winner of each round will be rewarded with a certificate of honor..."

"I'm not asking about certificates, I'm asking about bonuses?"

"There are, probably around 50,000 per round."

"fifty thousand!"

Lu Yuan, who was originally silent and just wanted to hang out like a salted fish, suddenly had an excited light in his eyes.

farmer?

and many more……

I……

Thank you elementary school Chinese teacher!

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little high.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"nothing……"

The two were discussing below. On the stage above, there was a burst of music sounding like the opening ceremony. Afterwards, a few old people sat on the judges' seats, and the farthest seat was sitting on Mr. Chen...

"Respected talents and beauties, good evening everyone, today, our Poetry Association is very honored to invite..."

After the host came to the stage for a while to introduce, the whole lights dimmed, and then, the noisy place below suddenly became silent.

A poetry test question was slowly announced on the big screen behind the stage...

The title of the exam is "farmers"!

"Farmer, hehe, as expected, fortunately I was prepared, brother... brother? Huh?" When Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan, he saw Lu Yuan excitedly pick up a brush and dip it in ink, brush Scribbled on the rice paper on the table...

Xu Xiaonian originally wanted to take a look, but then found that Lu Yuan's handwriting was in a mess.

Um……

He didn't even see what Lu Yuan was writing...

This calligraphy is really...

special?