The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Sammihu looked frustrated.

The bad water in my stomach hadn't come yet, so I swallowed it back alive.

Damn it, is this the benefit of being good-looking?

It’s simply unimaginable!

Maybe...it's not a lack of imagination, but a lack of good looks?

Woohoo, a world full of naughty dogs is really disappointing.

...

Ansanji stood alone in the corridor and smiled: "Dongguan University Art has poached a beautiful boy."

But he has never been interested in such handsome boys. On the contrary, he is more attracted to the talented boys in Waseda.

Ansanji shrugged and continued walking.

No, take another look.

Then he looked back again.

Well, it does look good.

Then continue without stopping.

Take another look, right?

Forget it, it's a bit outrageous.

This man is having a conversation with his heart.

...

On the super stage, Yu Xian did not take out his speech.

This behavior caused Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa's expression to change instantly, and his tone dropped: "Didn't I prepare a speech for him?"

Sawano Heshu spread his hands: "I'm ready, but it seems like he doesn't want to use it."

Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa's face became gloomy, but Kazuki Sawano smiled and patted his shoulder: "There's no need to panic. Think about it carefully. Has this child ever let us down so far?"

Is there any?

It seems that there really isn't.

Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervousness slowly eased.

He suddenly remembered that artistic performance,

The same was true for Yu Xian at that time. He didn't care about ridicule or other people's suspicions. He just took out the bottle from his schoolbag and amazed everyone.

This moment is just like that moment!

The old man couldn't help but become emotional, and raised his clenched fist: "Yu Bao, charge me!"

...

Yu Xian stood still and stared at the auditorium where lights and signs gathered in front of him. It was dark and full of people. As close as ten meters away, there were some of Tokyo's top stars.

Of course, there are countless viewers watching tonight's opening ceremony. Some of these viewers are alone, and some are enjoying the whole family, and Xuezi should be among them.

Thinking of Yukiko, his smile became brighter.

The heartstrings of countless viewers who saw this smile twitched slightly.

It’s been a long time since I stood on such a giant stage.

Under the searchlight, Yu Xian closed his eyes, and then slowly stretched out his hands.

Thousands of thoughts are spinning in my mind.

The memory turns over page after page, page after page of youthful absurdity.

The chest, eyes, and blood vessels are filled with hot blood. A drop of it can burn the entire plain. The fire on the plain can gather into a river and burn a dark world.

Facing the entire Tokyo audience, he stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to lift Tokyo up under the heavy rain.

Poems, songs and rhymes, a marriage between China and the West, have been passed down for thousands of years from ancient times to the present.

As if I heard the echo of the wheel of history, the heavy rain in Tokyo suddenly stopped.

His hands moved slightly upward again.

The joy of all nations, the glorious reputation, and the aura that spans the ages cannot be washed away.

Tokyo was like a trembling beast, silent in the stagnant rain.

Is this enough?

No.

And the stars shining in the human world fell into his eyes one by one.

Tokyo is like an old piece of paper that has been punctured. The torrential rain from the sky is going upstream to overturn this world.

How else can I lose?

Yu Xian opened his eyes and smiled at the crowd under the night.

As soon as the embroidered mouth comes out, half of the city is prosperous and prosperous.

"Thousands of bright moons, the sky is like water, it is a festival in the world. The cherry blossoms are blooming with spring smiles, and every house is lined with flowers and candles. There are beautiful flowers coming and going, and the sound of Khotan flutes and drums, there is no rest at dawn."

This is a compliment to the Starlight Awards.

then.

"When a young man is here, the scenery is really unique."

This is a compliment to yourself.

His voice is beautiful, as clear as rain and snow, and poems come out of his voice. I don’t know if the voice makes the words, or if the words raise the voice again, and finally merge together to become sincere emotions.

The hall was silent for a moment.

There is probably only one person in a thousand who understands this poem on the spot. After all, we cannot require every fan to be highly educated, but those who can understand it are all big bosses. They don’t say they know the past and present, but they also He has profound attainments in poetry and poetry.

This world is no stranger to poetry culture, but is obsessed with it.

Especially at the beginning of the ancient century, poetry culture had been introduced to Japan with the monk Fudu, and promoted Japan's creation of "man'yokana" using Chinese characters, thus triggering the craze of waka haiku.

To this day, poetry appreciation in this world is included in primary school textbooks, and continues to be taught in high schools. Universities even offer majors in the study of ancient Chinese poetry.

Those who don't understand Yuxian's poem "Zhisheng" do not affect their surprise at the smooth rhythm in it.

Those who understand it will be more shocked.

The upper part of this poem refers to the unprecedented grand scene tonight, just like the words "Thousands of Bright Moons" and "Festival on Earth". The list of flowers and candles refers to the audience watching the program in front of the TV. Among them, not only It’s Japanese audiences, as well as foreign audiences, especially family members from the hometown of poetry.

This was his little idea, to say hello through the Tokyo media and make him look familiar first. Although it is in Japanese, the broadcast station will be equipped with special real-time translators, and he is not worried that they will not understand it.

The word "Qiluo" refers to the female stars off the stage. The word "Qiluo" specifically refers to ladies and beauties. The female stars who understood it smiled and looked at each other, applauded and said to each other on the stage. The young man's affection doubled.

As for the noisy Khotan flutes and drums, they never stopped until the end of the year. The stage they were praised for was the Starlight Awards. Such a good stage would not stop until the morning, right? People in the TV station immediately understood the meaning and nodded appreciatively. Even the staff behind the scenes felt that they were proud of it and that their hard work was not in vain.

I have never seen such a challenge before.

He was so amiable and even praised and praised, making everyone happy on and off the stage.

Just like when everyone was carrying guns and preparing to kill, this gentle and beautiful boy took out a few peace doves from his crotch and said that everyone should not fight and kill, let us let the peace doves fly, and let the melody of happiness hover in the air. The blue sky lets the joy of being a human being resound throughout the world. I hope you are well, I am well and everyone is well.

Then the conversation changed: ‘When a young man is here, the scenery is really unique. ’, which probably means that after letting go of the pigeons, you can enjoy the peace, and then I will take away the champion!

That's right, the last sentence of this poem is about himself.

The previous ones are all foreshadowing.

But it just makes me angry. After all, he even praised me!

Looking at the lively and cheerful hall, Yu Xian smiled childishly.

The shortcomings of this world's culture are being made up for by the world in his hands, like the magpie bridge that connects the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the overwhelming number of magpies colliding and intersecting in the Milky Way.

Five thousand years of culture, even if you take out a hundred years, it will shock your mother for a lifetime.

This is a cultural self-confidence that cannot be erased no matter which world we live in.

Ansanji's lips curved slightly: "It's a bit interesting."

Different from being pretentious or being overtly sarcastic, this poem is far better than the beginnings of the previous two colleges' challenge speeches in terms of both rhetoric and conception. It has a sense of majesty and grandeur.

People can't help but look forward to the text of his speech later.

Is there any? Of course!

If we talk about the passion of young people and the momentum of publicity, it can only be this song!

After a pause for a few seconds, the super-stage performance of Yu Xian continued.

He smiled, stretched out his hands vigorously, and loudly expressed the overwhelming pride in his heart. It was the rising red sun that was about to illuminate this dark age with its grand light:

"The red sun rises, and its path shines brightly."

"The river flows out and flows into the ocean."

"The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, its scales and claws fly."

"The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified."

...

"The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened?"

Ansanji was stunned and muttered to himself.

This is a hundred times more arrogant than the poem just now!

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the clubhouse, like air currents rising from the depths of the valley, flying upwards and blowing Ansanji's hair. He looked at the young man on the stage quietly, his eyes burning like a torch.

...

"The falcon tests its wings, and the wind and dust absorb it."

"The first child of a strange flower is like a splendid emperor."

"A general's hair will shine brightly."

"The sky wears its green color, and the earth wears its yellow color."

"Even if there is an eternity, there will always be eight desolations."

"The future is vast and the days ahead are long."

His voice carried a majestic and awe-inspiring aura, as majestic as the plains and valleys, rising step by step, shaking everything along the way.

There was another moment of pause.

Leave some time for the audience to breathe.

Yuxian looked around the crowd, the confidence in his mouth still blooming fiercely:

"The beauty of mountains and rivers is my backbone."

"Heaven, earth and sky are measured step by step."

"This is a young man of my generation who is not happy when he sees the spring breeze, is not bothered by the summer insects, is not sad when he sees the autumn wind, does not sigh when he sees the winter snow, is too lazy to pay attention to the rich and powerful, and is unwilling to step forward when he sees injustice."

"This is our young man, whose heart is like the blazing sun, shining brightly."

Whether you want to create gods or not is none of my business;

All I want is a championship, and more than one championship;

I will show all the roads to the top for everyone in the world to see;

No matter what hardships may occur along the way, I don’t care;

Yu Xianzhisheng patted the microphone and put his lips close to each other, just like many years ago when he stood at the highest place in the examination room and stared at the young girls with dreams under the heavy rain.

At that time, he kept saying something to himself.

This sentence supported him for a long time, allowed him to survive the pain and confusion, and allowed him to grit his teeth and climb up to the most dazzling throne while bleeding.

You can't step into the same river in life.

Both life and the river are different.

But the boy is still the boy he was back then.

Youth is absurd, youth is frivolous.

There's nothing bad about it, it's just so cool.

So he spoke again: "We, our unruly young ministers, do not believe in humans, ghosts, or gods. From now on, we will cut off the dragon's head and chew its meat so that it cannot return to the court and cannot lie down at night."

"thank you all."

This is considered a blood oath.

The National Arena fell into silence, and then was overturned by the chaotic noise.

In just a few hundred words, it is passionate and majestic.

It expresses the bravery and arrogance of young people.

This time I understood everything I was supposed to understand, and the crowd burst into a roar. No one expected that the young man on the stage would give a speech in the form of poetry and short songs, and the content of his speech could be called an explosion!

Whether it’s the lyricism of Kami Erei in Keio Private School or the psychosis of Mori Miho in Waseda Academy, what this young man from Tokyo University of Arts gave a speech is far superior to the first two.

This has raised the status of the entire competition! It makes people’s blood boil!

So fierce!

Yu Xianzhi, who was standing on the stage, smiled lightly.

The familiar cheers are back, just like before.

But in this life, he already has too many things that he never dared to imagine.

Family, companions...

And those who support themselves behind the scenes.

He was very grateful in his heart.

Miyamoto Yukiko's white color is the sun in his desolate world, and the people around him bring him the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

He felt that it was really beautiful and he was not lonely at all.

Kazuki Sawano laughed loudly, stood up and clapped vigorously, and Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa also stood up and laughed heartily.

Even the usually calm Sen Meihua stood up and applauded.

Not to mention Kuroki Hitomi and the others, they were already extremely excited.

The twenty people who participated in the competition under Dongda Art also cast envious glances.

A speech of this level will surely gain a lot of attention, and the words that come out of his mouth will be engraved in people's hearts.

Really arrogant.

But it makes people have to accept it.

After all, the speech was so well written.

The leaders of the ten major colleges were all silent, with different expressions.

The boys and girls behind them had bright eyes.

Kaoru Nagisa Sakura's group of girlfriends were so happy that they grabbed the people in the audience, jumped up and pointed at the stage, and said loudly that that is my family's treasure, how about my family's treasure is very good!

Yu Xian bowed politely and was about to walk off the stage, but was stopped by the host who walked up quickly.

"Wait a minute, classmate Yuxian, there is another question here." The female host said with a smile.

still have a question?

Why don’t the first two colleges have this link?

Yu Xian was confused, his face remained unchanged, and he nodded: "Please tell me."

The female host was still smiling. This link was added temporarily. The TV station had just sent her a message through the headset, saying that the directors of Japan's four major entertainment consortiums were very interested in this child, so they had a question to ask him.

The female host faced the audience and picked up the prompt card in her hand: "Excuse me, Yu Xian, what kind of art do you think is good?"

After saying that, she looked down at the young man in front of her with a smile.

This question is not difficult.

But for the current situation of Japan’s entertainment industry, the question ‘what is good art’ contains many meanings. It is a question of taking sides, either here or there.

Some celebrities under the stage had expressions on their faces. They usually wouldn't talk about this kind of thing openly. After all, isn't that what climbing up is all about? Money, power, status, honor, etc., it's hard for a child to explain these things.

After all, everyone knows that some things cannot be said clearly...

This kid had just made a blood-burning oath, which made everyone excited. If his answer was too explicit, wouldn't it be a foil for those consortiums who only want to make money!

This is a trap for me...

Yu Xian naively thought to himself.

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