First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 31 One million, can I give up the game?

  The stage turned the camera to the three instructors.

  Jiang Yong, with black hair and white hair, was full of apologies and guilt on his face:

"I, I am sorry for what I said just now, because I did not listen to this poem with confidence and seriousness just now. But when I saw this poem, and then looked at the picture on the big screen, I felt that this poem The wife fits the scene in the picture."

   "Mountain roads, people, white clouds, and red leaves constitute a harmonious and unified picture. And the whole poem feels relaxed and comfortable to read. I look at this poem as if I have been in it, and feel like I am sitting in that carriage."

   "This poem, I give a perfect score of 100 points!"

  "Although I gave full marks, I think this poem may have a higher score. It's just because I personally didn't appreciate it in such a short period of time."

   Jiang Yong said with an apologetic expression.

Then Luo Bin said: "Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, Frosty Leaf is red in February flowers. After reading the whole poem, I not only seemed to be on the scene, but also felt a joyful and bold mood. The prosaic poems and scenery express the emotional characteristics of the poet reciting this poem. It is wonderful, really wonderful. I give it a rating of one hundred and ten!"

  Speaking, Luo Bin’s face was filled with disbelief: “It’s really unbelievable. I have already given three more than one hundred points today. This poetry conference finals will definitely become an unforgettable day in my life.”

Then it was Su Yuqi’s turn. There was a flash of surprise in her eyes: “The picture is three-dimensional, because the clouds are in the distance, the carriage is under the foot, and the maple leaves are beside her ass, so I feel that this picture is actually very difficult to make. Poetic."

  "But after I saw this song "Mountain Walk", I was really amazed, because this poem completely wrote out the different levels of the whole picture."

"There is a master and a follower, some are in the center of the picture, and some are in a foil position. The first three sentences are the guests, the fourth sentence is the master, and the first three sentences describe the background and create the atmosphere for the fourth sentence. Contrast effect."

   "This poem is wonderful, and the technique used is very superb."

   "I, Su Yuqi, think I have read countless poems, but this poem gives me a refreshing feeling. It's really great, very good."

  "Don’t be afraid of No. 96, if you are proud of it. I’m the same as the previous poem. I give it a rating of 120 points!"

  Su Yuqi finished speaking, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers throughout the venue.

   There were still dozens of people who were scolding An Zhi Ruo Su, saying that An Zhi Ruo Su wrote a poem in three seconds is completely insulting.

  But at this moment, all the curses came to an abrupt end, replaced by surprisingly consistent cheers and exclamations.

  A person with relatively low quality directly shouted out: "It’s safe to say goodbye, awesome!"

  It doesn’t matter if you don’t shout, the whole stadium is boiling in an instant.

   "Safe and secure, awesome!"

  "Stopping peace, three seconds macho!"

  "It’s really strong to read pictures and write poems in three seconds, and make such a catchy poem."

  At the venue, Guo Sujin, who was sitting in the center, was in a state of stagnation.

  "Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, Shuangyehong on the February flower...This, this is a poem made by An Zhiruo Su? How could he make such a high-quality, such a level, such a catchy poem."

   "Is the gunman found by the program group so powerful? Why do I faintly feel that this may be another famous poem that can be passed down through the ages!"

  Guo Sujin muttered to himself.

  Ding Dong.

  The phone in Guo Sujin's hand rang. He looked down and found that a fan ate him on Weibo.

   Immediately afterwards, one after another fan Aite contacted him, and also posted comments on his Weibo.

   "Poet Guo, isn't this An Zhiruosu a dummy hired by the show crew? Why did he write two such good poems in a row."

  "Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, frosty leaves are red in February flowers. Poet Guo, can you make us such a catchy poem."

   "Poet Guo, we are waiting to see An Zhi Ruo Su's good show, why wait for such a classic "Mountain Walk"."

  Various comments appeared on his Weibo. Although every comment did not contain swear words, every comment was full of irony.

  Guo Sujin was completely blindfolded.

  An Zhiruosu shouldn’t be a dummy invited by the show crew?

  Why is this peaceful, so fierce! ?

  In the face of the ironic private messages and replies from one person after another, Guo Sujin pretended to be silly, and then silently deleted the Weibo that he had posted before, as if to prove that he had not done anything.

  The show is still going on.

  After the three tutors finished their grades, Qi Fang looked at An Zhi Ruo Su under the pale yellow beam of light in amazement. There was a little trembling color written on her beautiful face.

   "Just now, our three tutors have all finished scoring, namely one hundred, one hundred and one and one hundred and two. After the three averaged down, they scored one hundred and one."

   "Contestant No. 96 is in peace, I am particularly curious about how you did it."

   "The card has just been flipped for three seconds. I think most people haven't even had time to analyze this picture, but you have already made this poem."

"Moreover, he also made catchy but fresh poems such as'Sit in the park and love the maple night, Frost Leaf is red in February flowers'. Can you share with you how you did it? "

  Now Qi Fang has realized that the 96th player is a real super-strength player.

   Facing such a player, Qi Fang even spoke with respect.

  It’s just, but how respectful and friendly she showed, the black mask and the pair of pale eyes on the black mask were still facing her.

  An Zhiruosu still did not answer her.

  After a stalemate for three or four seconds, Qi Fang smiled awkwardly and joked with hundreds of thousands of spectators: "Our No. 96 player is safe, everything is good, but it's too cold."

   "You see a big beau like me who asks him questions and ignores me again and again."

  After alleviating the embarrassment, Qi Fang began to announce the results of the second round of competition.

  "But the high cold returns to the high cold, but here I still want to congratulate the 96th player who is calm and successful for successfully winning the game with an excellent score of 110 points in the second round of PK!"

   "There are three rounds of competition in the finals. In the first round, Le Dongsheng won by four points; in the second round, An Zhiruo won by 20 points!"

   "Next will usher in the third round of the finals."

   "Is it a win in a happy life, or a win in peace?"

   "I'll be back soon after the ad, let's wait and see!"

  The stage lights are temporarily turned off, and everyone enters a rest state.

  TV also entered a short-term advertising state.

  On the stage, Professor Van der Li's wrinkled face flushed.

"It's too strong, too strong. This is just three seconds after seeing the picture, and he made "Mountain Walk", and also wrote "Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the frosty leaves are red in the February flowers", which is so popular. Poetry."

   "A poetry conference, a happy life is already shocking enough, and now there is another peace of mind..."

   There is no shame in Van der Lie.

  Although there is no first and no second in literature, and there are often capable literati who devalue each other.

   But the literati are lighter, that is when two people are of the same level!

  Now Van der Li magically discovered that he and An Zhi Ruo Su are not at the same level at all, let alone a literati rhetoric.

  Standing beside Van der Li, also wearing a black coat and a black mask, there is a lot of tension in his eyes, and a kind of unwillingness that is about to succeed but is about to fail.

   Taking advantage of the rest of the show, Le Dongsheng walked to An Zhi Ruo Su. He said in an immature and trembling voice: "One million, is it okay to give up the game?"

  (End of this chapter)