As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 178

The more you write, the more you will be able to write.

Her words immediately attracted the attention of many female authors.

"Yeah, where is Jiang Chen's poem? This guy just used a song to mock us, it's really arrogant."

"That's right, it's great to be able to write songs, why is he so scared when it comes to the literary competition?"

"I guess he didn't write well and didn't dare to hand it in."

"Hehe, I guessed it a long time ago, let's go over and laugh at him later!"

"Let him lose face!"

.......

The female authors were chatting.

On the podium, Professor Gu's laughing voice came again:

"Hehe, there is another poem here, it's very interesting."

"It should be written by an author who hasn't gotten started yet, I'll read it to you."

Hearing this,

Everyone was stunned.

An author who has not yet entered the field? Could it be written by Jiang Chen?

"Sitting alone in the classroom,"

"A lonely shadow accompanied by a yellow light."

"Homework piles up like a mountain,"

"When will I return home?"

Gu Yuanwen's voice rang out from the podium.

The audience had already burst into laughter.

This is clearly a doggerel!

Who wrote it?

Could it really be Jiang Chen? !

The old professor looked at the signature on the back of the poem.

He immediately laughed: "This person has not yet entered the ranks of writers, so I won't read his name."

"The poem is well written. Although the sentences are simple, they are also childish. Give a verbal reward to encourage him."

Laughter rang out again in the hall.

However, everyone's eyes involuntarily looked towards Jiang Chen's eyes.

There are not many people here who have not yet entered the ranks of writers.

Jiang Chen is the one who attracts the most attention.

"Hey, do you think this poem was written by Jiang Chen?"

"It's very likely. Who else could it be but him?"

"Among the authors here, he is the worst. It's 100% him!"

"Haha, the poem written by this guy is really fresh and refined!"

"The kids in the kindergarten next door will be amazed."

"Humph, Director Jiang's thoughts are really a hundred times better than ours."

"We deserved to lose the talent show just now. Puchi..."

.......

Listening to the constant discussions and ridicules coming from all around.

Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

Damn it.

How could I have written such a stupid poem?

He didn't hand in his poem.

He snorted coldly.

He picked up the poem on the table and was about to stand up to fight back.

However, at this moment.

A hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve tightly.

Jiang Chen turned his head and found that Xu Mengyao beside him had already turned red in the face.

Her fingers grabbed his sleeves.

With a pitiful face:

"Don't... don't say it, please... you."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twitched.

No way?

This poem was written by this silly little girl.......?

Looking at Xu Mengyao's pleading face.

He hesitated for a long time, and then his heart softened.

He sighed softly.

He sat down again.

Damn it, forget it.

There will be plenty of opportunities to slap these people in the face in the future.

Let's save some face for this silly little girl now.

Otherwise, with so many cameras facing her, if it is revealed that the poem was written by her.

The little girl will probably have to take a detour when she sees people in the future.

Seeing Jiang Chen silent.

The laughter in the hall became louder.

However.

Xu Mengyao, however, obediently pushed the cake in front of her to Jiang Chen.

She also obediently poured wine and served tea for him.

This made the surrounding authors very jealous.

Damn it.

This damn Jiang Chen, who can only write doggerel, how can a woman pour wine for him!

Soon.

The first round of literary competition was over.

The host then came on stage and announced the second round of literary competition.

The theme of this round was "Ci".

It was also an old professor who came on stage to ask questions.

This old professor was named Murong Shan, from Shanghai Fudan University, and was also a very famous master in the literary world, and was very knowledgeable about ancient Ci.

He walked slowly onto the stage, pondered for a while, but did not write directly.

Instead, he raised the microphone and said:

"During this period, I reread Song Siqing's "Farewell Notes" and was quite touched."

"Song Siqing was a very rare talented woman in ancient times, but unfortunately she encountered the change of dynasties. "Farewell Notes" was written when her dynasty was broken and she moved to the southern capital."

"It is also a very precious document record discovered by archaeology in our country."

"However, after all, it is a very old document. When I was reading "Farewell Notes", I found that a lot of content was missing."

"Especially some of the lyrics and music written by Song Siqing, most of them are unclear, which is a pity."

"Today, so many young talents are gathered here."

"Please stand in Song Siqing's perspective and write a poem with the theme of "sorrow."

"I hope to make up for my regret."

After speaking.

He wrote a big word "sorrow" on the rice paper.

The waiter held up the rice paper so that everyone could see it.

However.

After the old professor finished speaking, the talents in the hall suddenly fell into a tangle.

Noisy discussions arose.

It is not difficult to write a poem with the theme of "sorrow".

There are countless things that make people worry in this world.

But if you want to stand in Song Siqing's perspective and write this poem.

The difficulty is much greater.

After all, when writing lyrics, one must also consider Song Siqing's past experiences and state of mind.

The most important thing is.

Song Siqing is a woman.

Although the female authors in this hall are tough, most of them are male authors.

How can one imitate a woman's tone and thinking to write a lyric?

Everyone frowned and talked a lot.

On the rostrum.

Gu Yuanwen looked at Murong Shan, laughed, and shook his head helplessly:

"Brother Murong, the question you asked is a bit difficult."

Murong Shan sighed deeply:

"It's a good question. Now the country is prosperous, but many young people have forgotten the turmoil and hardships of the past."

"Although my topic is called "sorrow", it is actually "national sorrow and family sorrow". I hope to use this topic to awaken everyone's vigilance."

"Although it is a peaceful and prosperous era now, the Western countries are still determined to be enemies of China, and there have been constant frictions and disputes in recent years."

"Although China is supported by us old guys, the younger generation still needs to remember the national humiliation and be vigilant at all times!"

"We must not let the national disaster of a hundred years ago happen again."

Gu Yuanwen took a deep breath, and then his face showed a trace of worry:

"Brother Murong is right."

Although it is a peaceful and prosperous era now.

But secretly, it is a turbulent tide and a crisis.

China, a great country, will surely stand at the top of the world again once it rises.

How could the Western countries let them achieve their goals easily?

"Everything should be done with caution."

Several professors looked at each other and nodded silently.

No more discussion.

In the hall.

A group of young authors were racking their brains to think.

But it was rare for someone to start writing.

Writing lyrics is much more difficult than writing poems.

What's more, the topic given by Professor Murong Shan is so difficult.

This made everyone a little afraid to start writing.

However.

Jiang Chen was an exception.

When he heard the story of Song Siqing from Murong Shan.

The name of an ancient talented woman slowly emerged in his mind.

Perhaps it was due to the pull of memory.

It suddenly reminded him of many things when he was young.

When he was studying, the teacher's earnest teaching on the stage.

And the poems he had studied and recited.

He picked up the pen and slowly wrote three words on the paper.

Sheng Sheng Man.

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