Little Farmer Big Star

The second round of the competition has just ended, the entire interface has changed, and the third round of the competition will start directly.

Not everyone's surprise, the focus of the sixth group conversation in the third round was the strong conversation between Li Fan and Liu Lin, two people who had the same score of 6 points.

"Haha, it's not what I expected. Both Li Fan and Liu Lin scored 6 points. Now they look good."

"Well, this Liu Lin is not bad. He should be a professional poet. It should be no problem to enter the finals."

"In this round, who do you vote for?"

"This round? Hehe! Let me observe first. If the votes of Li Fan's boy rise too fast, then I will vote for Liu Lin. I don't think it's too easy for Li Fan to win."

"Good idea. If Li Fan wins easily every time, then it is estimated that he will not write poetry with his heart. Only by creating a little trouble for him can he write better works."

"You think too much. Although Li Fan's two rounds of poetry are not as good as Minnong's, they are still pretty good."

"You don't think it's as good as Minnon. We just want him to come up with better poems than Minnon."

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Magic Capital, Youth Children's Publishing House.

Since the last time I was slapped in the face by Li Fan and Fun Kids in the "Children's Poetry" competition. Lin Hai has been relatively quiet all this time, and has not bothered to find Fun Kids and Li Fan. It seems that he has forgotten the last time he was slapped in the face.

However, the outside world didn't know that Lin Haike never forgot about being beaten in the face. He has been silently following Li Fan's developments, looking for opportunities to make Li Fan make a fool of himself.

Now, he seems to see a glimmer of opportunity.

"Lao Fang, Liu Lin's work in the third round is not much different than Li Fan's early summer. I think we can help Liu Lin a little bit." Lin Hai said. He and Fang Jing are still in the office, just waiting to watch the group match that is currently being held.

Fang Jing pondered: "You mean we help Liu Lin to buy votes? I'm afraid it won't work like this, although generally speaking, the results of netizens' votes are the final results of the game. But this is the group stage, if the first one is worse The author's work has won the opponent by swiping votes. The official Poetry Association has the right to revise the result. This kind of regulation is also to prevent the behavior of swiping votes."

Lin Hai shook his head and said, "This is only when the gap between the works of the two sides is relatively large. If the gap between the two sides is not large, it is normal for the side with the slightest difference to win. After all, everyone likes different standards. The official website of the association is not easy to judge. Because, brushing votes is also the real vote of different netizens.”

Fang Jing said: "But the gap between these two poems doesn't seem to be too small."

Lin Hai smiled and said: "Old Fang, you misunderstood. I didn't want Liu Lin to win. I just made a gesture to let Liu Lin's votes bite Li Fan tightly. Let the majority of netizens think that Li Fan is not every round. Everyone can win easily. In this way, if Li Fan loses next time, everyone will not be too surprised. Don't forget, Du Feng played against him in the seventh round. Even if Du Feng's works can't compare with Li Fan, But the gap is not too big. In addition, Du Feng has a lot of fans, and he already has the possibility to win against Li Fan. Then we will quietly help him, which can be said to be invisible."

Fang Jing nodded and said, "This method is feasible. It's just that losing a game has no effect on Li Fan.

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Lin Hai sneered and said: "Don't worry, there will be better opportunities in the future. You can also see that that kid is not restful, he has everything. The more he does, the more likely there will be loopholes. The bigger it is, the better our chances are.”

Fang Jing nodded thoughtfully and stopped talking.

Beijing, a residential area.

Yu Qiu, president of the Chinese Writers Association, was on the phone at this time.

"Old Han, there are a lot of excellent works in this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. Especially that kid Li Fan, the last children's poetry competition seems to be just a small test of his skills."

On the other end of the phone, Han Zhong laughed and said, "Li Fan has left four classics in your children's poetry competition. How can you be called a little test? Lao Yu, your requirements are too high. Yes."

Yu Qiu continued:

: "The four chapters are indeed classics, but they can't compare to the current Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. Who knows what kind of works he will write?"

Han Zhong said: "Lao Yu, I seem a little envious of your tone! Haha!"

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A few minutes later, Yu Qiu hung up the phone and said to himself, "I'm really envious. I thought I had to keep an eye on this kid. My Writers Association's competition is not only for children's poetry competitions."

After thinking about it, Yu Qiu continued to appreciate the poetry. Although his main occupation is a writer and a scholar, he also has a lot of research on poetry.

"The stone beam thatched hut has a curved roof, and the water splashes twice.

On a sunny day, the warm wind generates wheat gas, and the green shade and secluded grass are better than flowers.

Not bad, this early summer scene is unique and full of charm. What is even more rare is that it can also have a slight connection with the previous two poems. Wonderful, wonderful! "

This early summer is an event, a seven-character quatrain written by Wang Anshi in the previous life. Li Fan used it in the third round, and it was indeed to make a correspondence with the first two poems.

Stone bridges and thatched huts surround the curved bank, splashing water into the pond to the west.

The sunny weather and the warm breeze gave birth to the wheat, and the breath of the wheat came with the wind. The shade of green trees and the green grass are better than the blooming season of spring.

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association.

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan were also amazed.

Bai Yizan said: "The last poem just finished the work of farming, and now I can smell the ripe wheat. And after the work, people can sit leisurely beside the curved bank surrounded by stone bridges and thatched huts, listening to The splashing water flows into the pond on the west side. This kid is saying that although we are very busy, we are still in the mood to enjoy leisure after we are done. This shows that we love work and don't hate work. Busy and loose, compare the two, seriously Incredible!"

Liu Yuan also smiled and said, "It's really amazing. It's just that netizens don't seem to notice the connection between this poem and the previous two poems. Now the number of votes between Liu Lin and Li Fan is not much different."

Bai Yi pondered: "Now the number of votes between the two of them is not much different. In addition to this reason, Liu Lin's poem itself is not bad. Of course, it is also possible that netizens do not want Li Fan to win every time. Too easy, I deliberately voted for Liu Lin."

It has to be said that Bai Yi's guess is still very accurate. Many netizens did vote for Liu Lin deliberately.

"Haha! Li Fan's votes are only slightly higher than Liu Lin's. In the next round, he should come up with better works."

"Hey! I hope so."

"Oh, you people, it's really a pain in the ass."

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Of course, among these netizens who voted for Liu Lin deliberately, not all of them were for Li Fan to come up with better works, but also included a lot of "navy soldiers" hired by Lin Hai.

It's just that no one found out.

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To be continued.