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Chapter 400 Have You Abandoned Me?
Poetry reading has always been a versatile program.

The content is monotonous and boring, but the advantage is that it does not require any technical content.

Especially in schools and government agencies, every time there is a party,

There will be countless poetry recitation programs, which are completely used to make up the number. This is something that everyone tacitly knows.

The mentality of the performer is naturally perfunctory and will not take it seriously.
The voice of the recitation is ugly, without any emotion,
If you hear it too much, many people will not catch it, or even feel disgusted.

I yawn when I hear that the next program is a poetry reading.

Even if they don't come to Zhong Liang's dressing room,
Even if they were sitting in the observation room, they would not seriously watch Tang Zhenguo's performance.

Tang Zhenguo saw that since he didn't pay much attention to poetry recitation programs,

Then why do you continue to be on this show?

Do you continue to be ashamed of yourself?
Tang Zhenguo got angry and said: "Mr. Zhong, I can't do this show, you can change someone."

As he spoke, he sat down heavily on the stool,
Who knows, he only sat on half of the stool,
With too much force, Duang suddenly sat down on the ground.

There was silence in the dressing room,
All eyes were on Tang Zhenguo,

Silently he raised his hand, covering his face,

This face is lost.

Que Zhiman hurriedly asked: "Dean Tang, didn't you fall on your butt? Why are you covering your face?"

Mei Qiubai: "..."

Zhong Liang: "..."

When is this, and it hurts people.

"Pfft!"

Zhong Liang and Mei Qiubai held back,
But the girls who removed Zhong Liang's makeup couldn't hold back.

Several people quickly helped Tang Zhenguo up and sat down again.
After sitting down, I thought Tang Zhenhui would continue to lose his temper or something.

Who knew that he glared at Que Zhiman, and his tone was firm and stubborn:

"No matter how much you hurt me, it's useless. Writing lyrics is more difficult than singing."

Zhong Liang and Mei Qiubai were taken aback for a moment, not understanding what happened between them,
But listening to this, there must be festivals.

Que Zhiman was not angry either, and said quietly: "Yes, yes, writing lyrics is difficult, writing lyrics is the most difficult, are you satisfied?"

Tang Zhenguo nodded in satisfaction: "Just admit it."

He grinned, thinking he'd finally made it back.

But at this moment, Que Zhiman added another sentence: "It's a pity that no one listens."

Puchi!

This knife was so good that even Zhong Liang and Mei Qiubai thought it was just right.
All of a sudden, another hole was torn open on Tang Zhenguo's bleeding scar.

But the two can't be too obvious,
The old man is throwing a temper tantrum,
It is rare to see him lose his temper, so it is estimated that he was really hurt this time.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about it,

When you are full of joy and take an award and go home to share it, you find that no one cares at all.

The feeling of loss was the same as that of Tang Zhenguo at this time.

Zhong Liang suppressed a smile and said, "Dean Tang, why don't we do this? Let's watch the video to see if there is any problem. If there is any problem, we will discuss and change it, and then record it again. If there is no problem, just pass it. You see Woolen cloth?"

Except for Zhong Liang who is not too familiar with these four mentors,
Tang Zhenguo, Mei Qiubai, and Que Zhiman are all old friends for many years.

Tang Zhenguo loves to listen to operas, that's why he became attached to them.

Don't look at their age difference of more than 30 years, but they are forgetful friends.

So no matter how you joke, it's just lip service,

If an unfamiliar person was teased by Que Zhiman like this, he would have turned his head and left a long time ago.
Where would he say stubbornly that he wanted to leave, while sitting on the stool with his buttocks.

Hearing what Zhong Liang said, the corner of the little old man's mouth finally couldn't help but curl up.

Que Zhiman immediately said: "It makes you happy, we are here to help you find problems, not to listen to your recitation."

Tang Zhenguo responded fiercely: "What problems are you looking for, what problems can I have, don't talk nonsense."

Mei Qiubai couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Hey, Dean Tang, you just laugh when Mr. Zhong says you're looking for problems, and Zhiman also says you're looking for problems, so you beat her up, isn't that right?"

Tang Zhenguo plausibly said: "Mr. Zhong can speak, but you cannot."

When Zhong Liang heard it, well, he really didn't treat him as an outsider.
It's been a lot of fun getting along with these people.

It's a pity that Jack is waiting in the audience to record the show.

Otherwise, with him around, the scene would have been much happier.

After Zhong Liang finished removing his makeup, the four of them went to sit on the sofa in the observation room,

Niu Min found the video just now,

The recitation program is not very long, just over two minutes,

Even though the time was so short, Mei Qiubai and Que Zhiman both yawned after watching,

Even Zhong Liang is holding on.

The poems recited by Tang Zhenguo are his own creations.

The rhetoric is gorgeous and has an ancient charm.

But that’s all, rhetoric is like sugar,
It's sweet at first, but gets greasy when the amount is too much.

Tang Zhenguo's eyes were full of anticipation, "How is it? How is it?"

"Ha~!"

"Ha~~!!"

"Ha~~~!!!"

As if contagious, Mei Qiubai yawned first.

Then there was Que Zhiman, Zhong Liang was very restrained,

But being infected by yawning is not something that can be restrained just by trying to restrain it.

On the contrary, because he endured for a long time, Zhong Liang yawned the longest.

Mei Qiubai: "Look at us yawning and you'll know what's going on."

Que Zhiman: "You go, this show is not suitable for you."

Tang Zhenguo gradually became depressed after being told,

He looked at Zhong Liang, "What about you, Mr. Zhong, what do you say?"

Zhong Liang: "I think Master Que is right."

Tang Zhenguo: "Have you abandoned me too?"

He felt like a failure, even though he had studied poetry for many years,
I think I have a good level, and now I have a platform to show my talent,

Who knew that it would be cut in half before it was broadcast, who could bear it?
Zhong Liang laughed: "I'm just kidding, Dean Tang, don't be discouraged, at least your emotions are right, there is nothing wrong with expressing your emotions, except that they are not contagious, but the problem is not with you, but with poetry."

Mei Qiubai: "That's right, I've always said that your poetry has problems, but you still don't believe it."

Tang Zhenguo glared at him: "Shut up, you have no place to speak here."

Que Zhiman complained about it: "What do you mean, I can't say it?"

Tang Zhenguo: "I can't say it."

"Then who can tell?"

"Mr. Zhong."

Mei Qiubai: "..."

Que Zhiman: "..."

Ever since they met Zhong Liang, although they were still close friends, their status in Tang Zhenguo's heart plummeted.

But Zhong Liang's status has risen sharply, and now he is not allowed to speak,
Maybe after that, let them go out.

After the three of them stopped, Zhong Liang continued: "Let's try another poem?"

Tang Zhenguo became embarrassed: "Change another song? That won't work. I prepared this one today, and it is the best one I think. If you are not satisfied, then you may be even more dissatisfied with the other ones."

Que Zhiman rolled his eyes, and Gu Lingjing said: "It's okay, Dean Tang, don't you admire the lyrics written by Mr. Zhong very much, wouldn't it be enough if Mr. Zhong gave you a song?"

Mei Qiubai and Tang Zhenguo's eyes lit up, it's okay.

The level of lyrics written by Mr. Zhong is obvious to all...

(End of this chapter)