How did I become a top star when I only wanted to play badly?

After listening to Mr. Wang reading this poem, Zheng Jingkang, who had been sitting silently, suddenly turned red like boiling water.

At this moment, he felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, as if it would burst out in the next second.

And the words that were originally prepared to greet Chen Ci's family were all stuck in his throat at this moment. Even a word made him blush and he couldn't speak.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got! The more angry he was! Then he fell straight on the desk in front of him...

The pens and papers on the table were scattered all over the floor, and Zheng Jingkang was so angry that he fainted.

Before his vision was completely blurred, Zheng Jingkang looked at Chen Ci unwillingly. If conditions allowed, he wanted to spit a mouthful of blood on Chen Ci's face!

At the moment Zheng Jingkang fainted, the scene was in chaos.

Fortunately, the program team had foresight and arranged a professional medical team to be on standby at any time. Several professionals hurried to the stage and carried Zheng Jingkang, who had completely fainted, out on a stretcher.

This sudden change stunned the two judges. They looked at each other and didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while. There was no way Zheng Jingkang's scene was too comedic.

Barrage:

"Chen Ci has done all kinds of bad things! Last time he made Hua Chenyu faint, this time he made President Zheng Jingkang faint! Hahaha!"

"Although I feel a bit bad, but when I saw Zheng Jingkang fall, I couldn't hold it back."

"Eighteen-year-old bride and sixty-year-old husband... Chen Ci is really mean! The power of cultural people's insults is a bit too strong!"

"A tree of pear blossoms overwhelms the crabapple? I admit that I was thinking wrong!"

"Previously, there was a song "Don't Bite Me" that made the mage faint, and now there is a song "To Zheng Jingkang" that made the president of the Association of Literature faint. Chen Ci is invincible! I hope there will be more victims in the future!!!"

"Although President Zheng Jingkang didn't bark, he fainted from anger!"

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Chen Ci stared blankly at Zheng Jingkang being carried on a stretcher by several medical staff. He didn't expect that Zheng Jingkang, who was so shameless, would faint directly!

"Well... well, I hope President Zheng Jingkang can recover soon."

"Puff~, well... I also hope President Zheng Jingkang can recover soon. Next, please give us your scores, two judges."

After hearing Chen Ci's blessing to Zheng Jingkang, Zhang Qian couldn't help it. She covered her mouth tightly with her palm but still laughed out loud.

"Ahem..."

Grandpa Wang cleared his throat with two light coughs, and at the same time buried the smile on his face.

"Brother Chen Ci, just based on your last sentence, a tree of pear blossoms overshadows a crabapple, I give you ten points!"

When the audience saw that Grandpa Wang gave a good score of ten, they screamed.

"Nine points!"

Female writer Huang Cheng also followed closely and gave Chen Ci a good score of nine points.

In the end, Chen Ci entered the highlight of today with the second place in the absence of Zheng Jingkang's score.

"Congratulations to both of you for entering the final part of our "Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference"! Reciting poems while looking at the moon!"

As the clear and pleasant voice of the host Zhang Qian fell, the ceiling above the venue of the "Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference" slowly opened, attracting everyone's attention.

At this moment, a round moon like a jade plate quietly appeared in the night sky. It exudes a cool and soft glow, and falls on every corner of the venue like silver yarn.

When the moonlight shines on people's faces, many viewers quickly take out their mobile phones and take pictures of this dreamy scene.

"Hello Chen Ci, my name is Wu Mengshi. Well... I am also your fan, I like the "Autumn Wind Lyrics" you wrote very much."

When Chen Ci looked at the bright moon hanging above his head, a girl full of bookish atmosphere stretched out her palm towards him.

"Hello."

Chen Ci was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to his senses. The two hands touched and separated, which was also a friendly greeting.

"I believe all friends have seen the bright moon above our heads! It must be said that the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival is always very round and very bright! Then please, please recite a poem for our beautiful moon."

After that, Chen Ci and Wu Mengshi once again returned to the pens and ink provided by the program team.

Chen Ci picked up the exquisite pen in his hand and quickly wrote four big characters "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" on the white paper... Of course, the handwriting is still as ugly as ever, like a three-year-old child who has just learned to write, wasting this white rice paper.

When the whole poem was finished, Chen Ci looked atLooking at his brush writing that looked like it had been chewed by a dog, he felt a little wronged by this famous poem.

After writing, Chen Ci looked at the audience eating mooncakes, which made him a little greedy. So he decisively handed in his moon-chanting poem and snatched a mooncake from the staff.

The innocent staff looked at the mooncake in Chen Ci's hand and wanted to cry but had no tears. "I haven't tasted it yet! Chen Ci, you are really born!"

"Oh! Contestant Chen Ci submitted his poem early, and he seems very confident!"

The host Zhang Qian's words attracted everyone's attention again. Even the snow-skin mooncake in his hand didn't seem so fragrant.

"When will the bright moon be there? Ask the blue sky with wine."

Just the first sentence at the beginning, Mr. Wang wanted to run up to the stage and kowtow to Chen Ci immediately, asking him if he would accept disciples!

Mr. Wang's eyes were fixed on this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", for fear of missing any details. He savored every word and sentence that followed as if it were a treasure.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, and this has been difficult to achieve since ancient times. May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart..."

When reading this, Mr. Wang even felt that he had difficulty breathing!

Unconsciously, Chen Ci almost carried away another person, but fortunately this time Mr. Wang held on.

After reciting the whole thing again, Mr. Wang looked at Chen Ci with a fiery look as if he was about to spit fire! Is it too late to become his disciple now?

Thinking about it, Mr. Wang rushed onto the stage without hesitation, and he held Chen Ci's hand tightly.

At this time, Chen Ci, whose cheeks were bulging because of the delicious mooncakes, was shocked by the old man's actions.

"Old man... what do you want with me?"

Chen Ci spoke a little unclearly because he hadn't swallowed the mooncake in his mouth yet.

As a result, when Chen Ci saw that Mr. Wang was about to kneel down to him on the spot, the mooncake in his mouth almost spit out!

"Mr. Wang! What are you going to do!"

Seeing that he was half a beat slower in reaction and failed to stop Mr. Wang from kneeling, Chen Ci simply knelt down with a plop.

Nothing else, just afraid of shortening his life!

At this time, a strange scene appeared at the scene of the "Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference" of Capital TV. An old man and a young man actually knelt together face to face in public.

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