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

"It's not in vain for me to buy this ticket. It's okay to see these two peak battles."

"Isn't that right? After all, the TV station has advertised for so long, and after all, it hasn't disappointed people."

"Now I'm already looking forward to it. The two PK have just started the first round, and Le Dongsheng narrowly won. I don't know what will happen in the next two rounds."

"I'm also looking forward to it. It seems that An Zhiruosu is also a capable player!"

People at the venue were discussing.

The audience in front of the TV took out their mobile phones, took pictures on the TV and sent them to Penguin Group and Weiwei Group, and then exclaimed: "An Zhiruo is as expected! Happy life is awesome! But the first round of PK An Zhiruo A disastrous defeat, looking forward to their next game."

In the center of the venue, the bearded poet Guo Sujin took another photo of the stage, and then posted a Weibo:

"From the perspective of a professional poet, "Quiet Night Thoughts" is indeed very good. It is good in all aspects. The only bad thing is that it is too simple and too vulgar. It gives people a feeling that anyone can write it. But in fact, the difficulty of this poem is still very high.”

"No bragging, no criticism. In fact, if I were to evaluate it, I would give this poem more than 100 points."

"It can be seen that the program team is also very careful in planning this century war of poetry. The poem written by the shooter they found is of a very high level, and the 'Tuo' they found this time is also very hard."

"However, the highlights are always ahead. There are two more competitions in the future. I boldly speculate that An Zhiruo will die a very miserable death!"

……

When the three tutors finished grading, all the lights on the stage were turned on.

Qi Fang raised her arms in a pressing posture, and the originally noisy venue gradually became quiet.

Qi Fang turned her head to look at An Zhiruosu, a bit of shame and embarrassment appeared on her beautiful and majestic face: "An Zhiruosu, you are an excellent poet. I may have said some bad things just now, but that's just because of my personal level I couldn't make it, and I apologize to you here."

After finishing speaking, the beautiful gold medal host bowed slightly to An Zhiruosu with a full attitude.

Li An didn't speak, didn't even make any other movements, not even nodding, as if everything just had nothing to do with him.

Qi Fang had been insulted by An Zhiruosu more than once, so she didn't pay too much attention to it, and cut the topic with a slight smile.

"Our first round of PK competition has come to an end. Ledongsheng's "Bamboo Stone" won the first place with a score of 120; An Zhiruosu's "Quiet Night Thoughts" was slightly behind with a score of 116; third."

"But! This is just the beginning."

"We have a total of three rounds in the competition. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose in the first round. Whether we can maintain our excellence or go upstream in the next two rounds is the real excitement."

"In the first round, each of the six contestants recited their best original poems; in the second round, random poetry selections began."

"Our system has counted 160 different scenes in total, and six players will make flop selections respectively, and write poems based on which scene is selected."

"Let's take a break and start the second round right away."

The participants and staff at the venue entered a state of rest.

And TV has entered the interstitial advertising interface.

……

On the stage, the goatee Vanderly had an ugly expression.

His old face was full of shame: "I thought it would be fine to lose to Le Dongsheng's "Bamboo Stone", but I didn't expect An Zhiruosu's "Quiet Night Thoughts" to be so good and wonderful."

"At first, I thought that no matter how bad I was, I could get the second place, but I didn't expect that now I can only take the third place."

"The feathers that I have cherished so much in my whole life have all been broken in this poetry conference!"

Fan Deli thought to himself, if it wasn't for the stage, he would have been so sad that he would have had two sips of wine.

Huang Chu and the other three contestants were helpless.

They found out sadly that they came here to make light bulbs, as a foil to make green leaves.With their poetry level, facing Le Dongsheng and An Zhiruosu, they are not even worthy of lifting shoes!

As for Le Dongsheng, who was also masked, a sense of relief flashed through the pair of complicated and tense pupils: "This An Zhiruosu is really powerful to the point of insanity, but fortunately, the first round narrowly won! I should It can be a championship.”

In the program group behind the stage, the faces of the staff and Zhang Jingya all showed a bit of pity.

"It's almost, it's just a little bit closer to a tie with Le Dongsheng!"

"Actually, I think An Zhiruosu's "Quiet Night Thoughts" is very good and catchy. Look up at the moon and look down at your hometown. What a great poem."

"I think so too, but there's no way we don't have a mentor with a big voice."

Zhang Jingya also felt a little regretful.

In fact, "Quiet Night Thoughts" and "Bamboo Stone" are really difficult to distinguish, but it doesn't matter, because there are still two rounds of PK in the future, Coke's moving life is already at the end of its rope, and An Zhiruosu is just the beginning.

Next, there is a good show to watch.

……

After about 2 minutes, the program continued.

The stage lights were all extinguished, leaving only the beam of light on Qi Fang's body and the huge display screen glowing in the center.

"The second round of poetry PK competition starts now."

"There will be 160 cards on the screen, and the contestants will draw one of them at random, and then compose a poem based on the content on the card."

Qi Fang explained the PK rules to the audience and contestants.

After the sound fell, densely packed small cards appeared on the screen, just like the arranged poker cards.

"Next, hand over the stage to player Huang Chu."

A yellow beam of light appeared and landed on Huang Chu on the far left.

Huang Chu faced the big screen in the center, then stretched out his finger, pointing at one of the cards at will.

"The eighth card in the third row, I think it is related to it." Huang Chu said.

"Are you sure it's the eighth in the third row?"

"determine."

"Okay, the eighth in the third row, please reveal the card!" Qi Fang said, and then the pointed card on the display screen turned over and zoomed in quickly, until it enlarged to the entire display screen.

A card is a picture.

In the picture, an egret is soaring in the sky. The background is green mountains and green waters.

"Based on the picture, please write a poem! The time limit is 2 minutes."

Looking at the pictures on the screen, Huang Chu frowned tightly.