Little Farmer Big Star

September 5th. www.biquge.info

Magic City, a residential area.

Du Feng stood by the window, looking out of the window with a dignified expression.

"Brother Du, are you worried about tonight's game?" Mo Bai said behind him.

Du Feng didn't look back, sighed lightly, and said: "If it was a few days ago, I would be absolutely confident. But now that Li Fan has produced such amazing works continuously, I really don't have the confidence to win him."

Speaking of which, he and Li Fan did not have any grievances. But why does he really want to beat Li Fan? Everything is for a "name". Li Fan has recently been in the limelight in the poetry world. If Du Feng can beat Li Fan, his reputation will undoubtedly skyrocket again.

It's just that as the game got closer, he felt that the hope of winning was getting slimmer and slimmer. He doesn't like this feeling.

"Brother Du, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and drink tea." Lu Ran said while adding some tea, "If Brother Lu still dismisses Li Fan as before, then the one who really didn't win Possibly. But now that brother Lu attaches so much importance to Li Fan, I don't think it's impossible to win against Li Fan."

Mo Bai also smiled and said: "Brother Lu is right, Brother Du should hurry up and drink tea. As long as Brother Du pays enough attention, the quality of your works should not be inferior to Li Fan's. Besides, the number of fans we have in the poetry world But it’s more than Li Fan. Let’s canvass for you on Weibo, and it’s still possible to beat Li Fan.”

Du Feng's eyes lit up now, and the method of soliciting votes through Weibo seemed indeed feasible. In the previous rounds of group matches, since they were all sure of winning, they never called on fans to come and support them on Weibo.

Now, for the first time, he can call on fans to come and support him on Weibo, and the effect will not be bad. Because fans want to support, they usually don’t just vote by themselves, but call their friends to vote together. In this case, even if his friends want to vote for others, they will usually give him face and vote for themselves.

If his friend is not interested in poetry, then he can vote for himself without any pressure.

Besides, Mo Bai, Wang Ling, and Lu Ran must also be canvassing for themselves on their respective Weibo. From the perspective of the outside world, the four young masters in their poems are often connected with each other, advancing and retreating together. In this case, under the appeal of the three of them, their respective fans are likely to vote for themselves.

If it's just like this, the number of votes for the three of them tonight will definitely decrease a lot. Because each person is limited to two votes per round, if they vote for themselves, it is naturally impossible to vote for them again. But even so, it should not be difficult to win the opponent.

Thinking about it this way,

Du Feng's mood suddenly improved a lot. He walked over and took a sip of tea, and said, "The two brothers are right. I just had a little inspiration. I can polish tonight's poem. I don't think it will be better than Li Fan's poem. Difference."

Mo Bai smiled and said: "Brother Du is right to think so. Don't forget, when it comes to the finals, he won't be like a fish in water."

Immediately, several people updated a Weibo message respectively. Call on fans to vote for Du Feng tonight.

...

Sansheng Village.

Du Feng had a lot of headaches for tonight's game, but Li Fan didn't take the game to heart at all.

The old house was completely demolished yesterday and the foundations began today. Li Fan helped on the construction site for a while, and went to school with the little girl.

Tomorrow, the little girl will start school, and she needs to go to school to sign up today. Li Fan naturally took this opportunity to give Su Qing a lot of fruits, but Su Qing was too busy signing up the students and didn't say a word, which made Li Fan feel very regretful.

The little girl started school, which meant that the summer vacation was over. The number of tourists who come to the village on weekdays should be reduced, but the number of tourists on weekends should not decrease, and there may be more tourists than now. Since everyone can’t come normally, we can only choose to come on weekends.

...

When Li Fan was busy in the village, the Internet was also quite busy.

Mo Bai, Du Feng, Wang Ling, and Lu Ran are known as the "Four Young Masters in Poetry", and naturally they have not a small number of fans. As soon as the Weibo of the four was updated, many fans saw it.

"Ah Feng will fight against Li Fan tonight, and Ah Feng called on us to help him on Weibo, everyone must be on time."

"It's natural. Even if Ah Feng doesn't post on Weibo, we will help out. Li Fan's poems are good, but our family's Ah Feng is not inferior to him."

"Haha! I have asked all the students in our class to vote for Ah Feng tonight."

"Yes, everyone, go and get your friends to vote. Let's get all 3 points tonight and lead the standings alone."

"Haha! Mo Bai's fans came to help out. The fans of the Four Young Masters in our poem are one family tonight, let Li Fan see our strength."

"Agreed! Fans of Wang Ling also came to report, let's go around to promote and canvass votes. Try to win Li Fan tonight."

"Since everyone is here, how can we miss our Lu Ran fans. Let's fight together tonight!"

"..."

The fan group of the Four Young Masters in the poem was shouting loudly here, so Fanlou's poetry group got the news immediately.

This made Wang Bin secretly anxious, the opponent was aggressive, and it seemed that he was bound to win tonight's game. As soon as he believed that Du Feng's works, no matter how good they were, they couldn't compare to Li Fan. But the difference is small but should be true.

In addition, the fans of the four young masters in the poem are now promoting and canvassing votes. If more people respond, it is really possible to draw tonight, or even lose the game. Unless my own side also publicizes and solicits votes.

Thinking of this, Wang Bin hurriedly contacted Lin Fei, the owner of Shangfan Building, and told Lin Fei about the situation. Lin Fei smiled lightly, telling him not to worry. He, Du Feng, has a fan group of the Four Young Masters in the poem, and we also have various groups in Fanlou. Let the brothers and sisters in other groups help to promote it.

Wang Bin slapped his head, secretly thinking that he was flustered and flustered, and only thought of his own poems, completely forgetting that Li Fan's fan club is not only poems. This is not a qualified team leader.

However, now he has no time to blame himself. And immediately asked the other three groups for support.

"Haha! Since your poetry group got the news, our fairy tale group naturally got the news too. Don't worry, we are already taking action. It's too early for Du Feng to fight us."

"I said Team Leader Wang, you're not moving fast enough. I thought your poetry group was going to do it alone."

"Don't worry, we are a family to the outside world, so Du Feng can't win."

After the three team leaders expressed their opinions respectively, the host Lin Fei also said at this time, "Everyone, don't underestimate your opponent. This Du Feng is different from Li Fan's other opponents. Du Feng is strong and has many fans. Don't underestimate him. .”

"Yes, please don't worry, the landlord!" The four team leaders said yes one after another.

After Lin Fei finished speaking, he called Li Fan again and told Li Fan about the situation. When Fanlou was established last time, Li Fan had already given him his personal phone number.

After receiving Lin Fei's call, Li Fan felt warm in his heart, "What a group of lovely fans."

Immediately afterwards, he also updated a Weibo: "Thank you everyone. Don't worry, everyone, the victory must belong to us!"

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(To be continued.)