Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Li An knew that as long as he went on stage and recited "Jin Se", he would be greeted with cheers.

Then he competed with the 120 contestants again, round after round to gain a sense of presence, and round after round to recite classic poems one after another.

In the end, his pen name of "An Zhi Ruo Su" by Li An will completely explode the entire poetry world.

Ang Lee will have wave after wave of fans.

It may be thousands of audiences present; it may be tens of thousands in front of the TV, or even 10,000+ people.

As long as he has enough fans, Ang Lee can exchange for points and life.

Next, it's up to him, Li Ang, to play.

Zhang Jingya stood beside Li An who was all in black: "It's okay, I won't be nervous after getting up."

Li An didn't answer.

Under the black mask, he was quietly waiting for Qi Fang to call his pseudonym on the stage.

Finally at this moment, Qi Fang said the sentence that everyone was expecting.

"Please invite the masked poet..."

"Happy life!"

Li An froze at the back of the stage; Zhang Jingya's thin body also shook slightly.

This happy life.

who is it! ?

Chapter 14 True and False Poets, Civet Cats for Princes (for collection)

"Please invite the masked poet..."

"Happy life!"

Li An and Zhang Jingya have been waiting quietly, looking forward to it.

But the name Qi Fang read was not Li An's pen name.

Li An and Zhang Jingya were both stunned.In place.

"Maybe Qi Fang mispronounced the name, but this masked poet is you, get ready to go on stage." Zhang Jingya said.

But Zhang Jingya's voice just fell.

Li An and Zhang Jingya saw a guy who was dressed like Li An, with a black mask on his face and a black coat, walking onto the stage from the other side of the stage!

on the stage.

Qi Fang had a flowery smile on her face: "Welcome, masked poet."

There was thunderous applause in the venue.

The audience doesn't know, they just think that the person on stage is the masked poet advertised.

Everyone looked at the fake masked poet with various eyes.

I have expectations, and I look forward to what kind of poems he will recite.

There was a joke, and I thought in my heart that if the quality of the poetry is not good, I will refund the ticket directly.

There are also criticisms, this group of people are already ready to refund tickets, anyway, it is not good!

Under Qi Fang's greetings and thunderous applause, the fake masked poet's eyes glowed with joy: "I am also very honored to participate in this competition as a masked poet."

The masked poet's voice is childish.

It sounds like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, not a weather-beaten middle-aged uncle or grandpa.

The audience in the venue and in front of the TV looked at the stage or the TV with wide open eyes.

"It sounds like a teenager."

"A teenager who recites poems that make our scalps tingle? The program crew are not kidding, are they?"

"Who knows, maybe it's another genius like Su Yuqi."

"There are geniuses in every century, and this century is especially rich."

"Haha, you talk too much, brother. Anyway, we can watch the show with peace of mind. If you don't recite well, you will get a refund."

"I have already prepared and planned to refund the ticket."

The audience off the court talked and whispered, and some even made a lot of noise.

On the stage, Qi Fang asked the masked poet with an immature voice: "Hearing your voice sounds very immature, you should not be very old, it shouldn't matter if I call you little brother?"

"it does not matter."

"Okay, little brother, I heard that you joined our scriptwriting team before and shocked the entire scriptwriting team with a poem. Is this true?"

The fake masked poet was not polite at all: "I don't know if it's true, but anyway, the way they look at me has changed."

Qi Fang put on an astonishing expression: "Wow, what a hero born a boy. So little brother, have you prepared that poem, because you are going to recite this poem on our stage next."

"It's ready and ready to start."

Qi Fang looked at the many audiences off the field and the people in front of the TV.

She deliberately took two deep breaths of air.

The sound of inhalation and exhalation can be heard clearly by the entire venue under the amplification of the microphone.

The mood of all the audience fluctuated with the sound of breathing, and their expectations were getting higher and higher.

"Dear audience friends, our masked poet is about to recite his poem."

"Can it really make our scalps tingle after listening to it like the radio commercials say?"

"Next, let us wait and see."

Qi Fang spoke in an airy and steady voice.

After finishing speaking, Qi Fang looked at the masked poet: "Little brother, then my sister will hand over the stage to you, and you can recite your poem, okay?"

The masked poet nodded: "Okay, the poem I want to recite is called "Jin Se"."