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

If the situation continues to escalate like this, once Director Tian blames her, Qi Fang will most likely be dismissed!

Qi Fang has just been named a gold medal host this year, and she has a bright future ahead. She doesn't want to be dismissed because of this program.

Qi Fang raised her head and wiped away the tiny sweat that oozed from her forehead: "Our champion poet is just different, he once again wrote us a catchy poem."

Then, Qi Fang forced a smile to look at Zhang Jingya, and said, "Sister Zhang, the show is still going on, and the plagiarism incident of Ledong Life's poems has passed, shouldn't we present awards to our champion now?"

Zhang Jingya also understood Qi Fang, she nodded, and bowed to the more than 5000 people below the stage: "Our program writing team should be at the back, but today they ran to the stage, what a joke."

After speaking, Zhang Jingya turned and walked off the stage.

Her originally heavy heart with a sense of indebtedness finally found a sliver of comfort after exposing the situation.

After leaving the stage and returning to the writing group of the back section, the expressions on the faces of more than a dozen employees under him were a little depressed and heavy.

Zhang Jingya put on a forced smile: "What are you doing, An Zhiruosu exposed the truth and won the championship, shouldn't you be happy?"

Just after Zhang Jingya's words came out, some of the soft-hearted employees choked up slightly.

"Sister Zhang, why bother." A little girl said, biting her red lips slightly: "If you directly offend Director Tian like this, you will be fired."

A young man also breathed heavily: "Sister Zhang, how many days and nights have you spent to get to the position of chief planner of the program, and how much effort has been wasted to increase the ratings. You may lose the 10 minutes of being on stage now." work, is it worth it?"

"Actually, it's okay to post comments on the Internet or Weibo later. Why are you so anxious, Miss Zhang?"

A group of employees spoke, with a little blame in their words, and more lamentation and reluctance.

Originally, Zhang Jingya pretended to be very good.

But Zhang Jingya's tense heart broke instantly when she heard the staff talking to each other.

She took a step forward, got into a hut by herself, then covered her face and mouth with a towel, letting her tears wet the towel without letting herself make a sound.

……

on the stage.

After Zhang Jingya left, the show entered the next round.

"Our poetry competition finals are over. Although there were many breaks and accidents in the middle, it also brought us too many surprises."

"Ledongsheng was disqualified for plagiarizing poems. And our real masked poet, An Zhiruosu, won the championship of our fourth season poetry competition without a doubt."

"Let us congratulate him with warm applause!"

There was extremely hot and loud applause at the venue, and at the same time, a brightly colored podium rose in the center of the stage.

"Please invite our An Zhiruosu to the podium. Congratulations to him for winning the championship of this poetry competition."

At Qi Fang's invitation, An Zhiruosu slowly walked to the top of the podium.

"Please invite our Professor Van der Li to stand on the podium. Congratulations to him for winning the runner-up in this poetry competition."

There was a look of joy on Fan der Li's face.

He was already ready to win the third place, but now he has won the second place, and he is quite satisfied.The only surprise is that the champion is not happy life, but peace of mind.

Fan Deli breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked step by step to the podium which was a step lower than An Zhiruosu.

Fan Dali turned his head slightly to look at An Zhiruosu who was a head taller than him. There was no jealousy in his eyes, but only respect.

An Zhiruosu, this is a truly capable player.

As Luo Bin Jiangyong said, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest poet in Huaguo.

There is no shame in losing to such a person!

The third place is Zhu Peng, a slightly fat boy.

Zhu Peng's plump face was full of complacent and unexpected smiles.

"Next, we invite the talented and beautiful poet in the poetry world, mentor Su Yuqi, to present an award to our champion, An Zhiruosu!" Qi Fang shouted with enthusiasm.

Su Yuqi stood up from the instructor seat No. [-] and walked to the center of the stage.

The light focused on her.

The light make-up on Su Yuqi's face was very delicate, her pair of big and very energetic eyes were bright and eye-catching, with a slight smile hanging from the corner of her mouth, she said: "Sister Qi Fang, you are too praised."

"In the past, I might still be called a genius poet, but now I can't. My name has been replaced by An Zhiruosu."

"The more than 100 poems he recited today, each of which is a famous poem that can be passed down through the ages."

"As far as the poetry world is concerned, the present is his, and the future is still his. In 1000 or even 3000 years, the name An Zhiruosu will be the same as Qu Yuan and Du Bai. In the poetry industry, celebrities will last forever!"

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience.

After some speeches, Su Yuqi took the golden trophy from Qi Fang's hand, and walked gracefully to An Zhiruosu's side.

At this moment, Su Yuqi was only about one meter away from An Zhiruosu.

When she was on the edge of the stage before, Su Yuqi didn't feel much about An Zhiruosu on the stage, but now that she got closer, she felt a little strange.

She could smell An Zhiruosu's body, a faint scent of soap, very comfortable.

Although An Zhiruosu's face was tightly covered by the black mask, Su Yuqi could see the yellowish but delicate skin outside the black mask, and those eyes that were as calm as water without the slightest ripple.

Can't say why.

Su Yuqi suddenly felt the masked poet in front of her.

Very very familiar!

Especially the eyes.

What Zhang Jingya said just now came to her mind again. She heard "Jin Se" in the teahouse three months ago.

Could it be that this An Zhiruo Su is Li An! ?

Su Yuqi asked herself in her heart.

But soon she denied herself again.

Not Ang Lee.

Li An's voice was not hoarse, and Li An was not as tall as An Zhiruosu.

Before she knew it, Su Yuqi had been standing in front of An Zhiruosu for four or five seconds, but she was still holding the trophy, her expression a little lost.