Divorce me for fame and fortune, why are you crying when I make you a famous queen?

Su Qingmei was really happy to participate in the event.

Zhou Yun and Zhang Hong went with them, while Lin Zhou sat in the lounge prepared by the organizer for Su Qingmei.

This sat down and looked at his phone, only to find that the fishman singer in the amateur station had sent him several more messages.

"Lao Zhou, have you seen my latest video?"

"Haha, these guys are crazy, they actually want the two of us to group CP, hahaha!"

"Hey, why don't you reply to the message? Do you want to give up from the beginning?!"

Lin Zhou pondered for a while before he figured out what was going on.

It turned out that when he gave Su Qingmei a "press-type song practice" last night, the fishman singer sent a new video.

However, instead of dancing as usual, she excitedly talked about how she followed her father to watch the primary selection of the "Chinese Poetry Competition".

Speaking of the judges of the Poetry Network and the Poetry Association looking at people from the crack in the door and looking down on the scene of amateurs standing, it is called a gritted teeth.

The barrage followed with all kinds of indignation:

", a stinky poet actually dares to look down on our little broken station?"

"There is a kind of comparison with the number of people online with us, we have a little finger to explode

him!" "Brother Ji is not angry, we have so many video hosts participating in the amateur station, and the top three are rounded up for him!"

But the content behind the video quickly made everyone unable to stand up.

Because the video owners who participated in the amateur station were basically eliminated, in the final top 100, the amateur station only accounted for two seats.

"Won't it?Doesn't it mean that the poetry bigwigs

in the ancient wind area poured out of the nest this time?" "There are only two amateurs standing in the top 100

?" "This is too miserable, isn't it

?" "Who are these two big guys?"

The video continued to play, Jiang Yu'er, who was wearing home clothes and tied with a ball head, stretched out two white fingers and smiled:

"One of them is Xiaochan in the ancient wind area, as for the other... Hehe, it's

Xuezhou!" The barrage here surged suddenly:

"Sure enough, it's Xiaochan, I know

!" "My Chan'er

is so powerful!" "Xuezhou is really in the top 100?!" "

Is it so strong at writing songs, and so strong at writing poems?"

"Brother Ji, let's talk about the poems of the two of them!".

This Xiaochan in the ancient style area is good, her temperament is very classical, and she often posts some videos of wearing ancient costumes and playing the piano and composing poems, which is very popular, and is one of the most popular video owners in the ancient style area.

It is not surprising that she can make it to the top 100.

But for Xue Zhou to be promoted, netizens expressed surprise.

After all, Xuezhou writes songs, which is still very different from writing poems.

But soon someone said: "Have you forgotten 'Hui Xue Wu has a light waist, and the king leans the country into his own hands'?"

"Yes, yes, Xue Zhouda's confession poems to Brother Ji are written so slippery, it is not surprising that he can be selected into the top 100." "

Most of the big guys in Xuezhou used this poem to submit the manuscript, right?"

Some people began to speculate, after all, this poem is also very in line with the theme of "love".

But soon the fishman singer said in the video: "Xiaochan's poem is written about the first love of a childhood sweetheart, very moving, as for Xuezhou, he, he didn't write about love, but..."

After speaking, the fish-man singer folded her hands:

"Everyone, this time our amateur station is two against one hundred, the situation is critical, everyone must do our best in the online voting two days later!

Lin Zhou replied to the fishman singer: "I watched the video, it's good." It

is estimated that he was holding his mobile phone to play, and replied directly in seconds: "Big brother, you are finally willing to return to me! What is good, if it weren't for the fact that you wrote me a poem, I wouldn't have bothered to canvass for you!"

Lin Zhou explained helplessly: "Didn't you say it? That poem was written by Su Qingmei." "

Cut, who are you bluffing! I went to check, Su Qingmei has never danced at all!"

Lin Zhou didn't bother to explain anymore, and typed: "Thank you for your hard work, rest early, and talk another day." "

Hey, you're too much! I've worked hard to make a video to canvass for you, and you'll throw it away when you're done, right

?" "I told you that you made my dad cry again today, and you made my dad cry three times, be careful I told my mom to go!"

"Are you sure that your song "The Wanderer's Song" will enter the top 50

?" Over there quickly bombed several of them, like cannons, Lin Zhou replied

: "What do you think?" Fishman

Singer: "I think I can at least get into the top ten!"

Lin Zhou smiled, his participation in the "Poetry Contest" was just an attempt, not that he had to get any results.

"Don't care, let me tell you, this time it's not your business alone, but the face of the entire amateur stand

!" Probably guessing Lin Zhou's thoughts, the fishman singer roared urgently:

"I just asked my dad, there are 33 poetry networks in the top 100, 35 poetry associations, 20 writers' associations, and 10 Huaxia novel networks, but there are only two of our Xiaopo stations, and they are all about to be laughed to death!"

You can't drop the chain, hurry up and find your relatives, friends and classmates, and let them all vote for you!"

Hearing what the fishman singer said, Lin Zhou roughly knew the situation.

Obviously, as an amateur website that mainly makes videos and animations, it is naturally not optimistic to participate in this kind of poetry competition.

I don't know if the video hosts' works really pull their hips, or the judges wear colored glasses, in short, there are only two amateurs in the top 100.

He and that Xiaochan.

That's a pitifully low percentage.

At first glance, it belongs to the kind of accompaniment.

It's no wonder that the fish-man singer is so popular.

Lin Zhou comforted: "Don't worry, no matter how bad my poem is, it's not much worse." "

Really, you can't pull your crotch, or I'll send you a blade!" Lin

Zhou said so badly, he finally sent this stupid singer away, look at the time, it's almost ten o'clock.

Just as he was about to go out to have a look, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and Su Qingmei walked in.

She didn't pay attention to the room, and as she walked, she bent down and looked down at her lap, there was a small hole in the stockings on her right leg, probably broken, and the snow-white skin peeked out of the hole, which contrasted sharply with the black silk.

Lin Zhou didn't think much about it, so he asked, "Are the stockings broken?"

Su Qingmei's body stiffened, and she slowly raised her head, and then she saw Lin Zhou.

The next moment, her slightly pale face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.