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

Chapter 182

The author's voice kept coming into his ears:

"I heard that Jiang Chen made a bet with the talented Zhuo Shutong that as long as he won the literary champion tonight, Zhuo Shutong would agree to any conditions he wanted."

"Ah, is it true? Any conditions are acceptable?"

"Of course, the bet has been established."

"What if it's that kind of condition?"

"It should also be..."

While the man was talking, he suddenly saw Su Luowei and others appear.

He coughed and stopped talking.

Su Luowei gritted her teeth.

She heard all the conversations between the authors just now.

"Jiang Chen, this bastard, actually did this kind of thing outside!"

Yan Xuexin hurriedly pulled her: "Don't worry, maybe it's a misunderstanding, Zhuo Shutong was invited by Yiyi to help."

"Besides, with Jiang Chen's literary talent, it's impossible for him to win the first prize."

"Maybe it's just their way of persuading Jiang Chen to give up writing."

Hearing this.

Su Luowei was slightly relieved.

If Jiang Chen could give up writing through the bet, it would be fine.

However, at this time.

Jiang Chen's brush had already landed on the paper and began to write slowly:

The photographer squeezed into the crowd and pointed the camera in his hand at Jiang Chen's paper:

"Seeing off guests at night at the head of Xunyang River..."

Looking at the first sentence written by Jiang Chen.

Everyone showed a smile of "as expected".

Jiang Chen's literary talent is indeed ordinary.

This first sentence has no highlights, and can even be said to be at the level of a primary school student.

Of course, some people also asked curiously:

"What is this Xunyang River?"

"Why haven't you heard of it?"

"It seems to be a branch of the Ganjiang River in our area. The water flow is not fast and the scenery is beautiful."

"So, Jiang Chen wants to write a poem about the scenery?"

"There is no limit to the style of the third round, and writing a poem is no problem, but I think it should be a farewell. Didn't he say it was a farewell?"

"Oh, Xunyang River is not very famous, what can be written about it?"

.......

In the hall, there was a burst of discussion.

Jiang Chen seemed not to hear it.

Although he looked quite drunk, he wrote very smoothly.

He continued to write the second sentence on the paper:

"Maple leaves and reeds are rustling in autumn."

Seeing this sentence.

The discussion in the hall suddenly became quieter.

Those who can gather here naturally have some literary talent.

It was soon seen that Jiang Chen's level was much better than the previous sentence.

And Jiang Chen continued to write:

"The host dismounted and the guest was on the boat, he raised his wine to drink but there was no music."

.......

On the side, Zhuo Shutong's face changed a little.

Just from these few sentences, she could feel that Jiang Chen could actually write poetry.

His literary talent was not as bad as the legend said.

Although this poem still had nothing particularly eye-catching.

But the parallelism was neat and the rhythm was harmonious. It was impossible for someone without any literary skills to write it.

But...

Since this guy could write poetry, why didn't he write it well just now?

Why write a bunch of messy things?

Zhang Hanming frowned slightly.

Jiang Chen's performance was a little unexpected to him.

However, he didn't say anything and continued to stare at Jiang Chen's writing.

If it was just relying on these few sentences.

It seemed a little early to win the literary champion tonight!

Perhaps there were too many people gathered here.

At this time, several old professors also walked down from the rostrum.

The young authors made way for the old professors to enter the inner circle. Jiang Chen continued to write: "I was drunk but could not enjoy myself, and we were about to leave. The host forgot to go home and the guest did not leave." "I followed the sound and asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was hesitant to speak." The hall gradually became quiet. Everyone looked at the poems written by Jiang Chen carefully and savored them carefully. At this time, many people gradually realized that something was wrong. This Jiang Chen seemed to be able to write poems. The parallelism of these poems was very neat. Although, everyone could not see what Jiang Chen wanted to write. But they could feel that Jiang Chen's literary skills were not as bad as they imagined. In the live broadcast room, "Why do I think this poem is actually quite good?" "Is it my problem?" "It's not your problem. It is indeed well written." "No, why is this guy so talented?" "Zhuo Shutong is not

Will it be dangerous? !”

“Haha, not really. Just these few sentences won’t be a problem for the talented lady.”

.......

Amidst the discussion,

Jiang Chen wrote several more lines of poetry on paper:

“Move the boat closer to invite you to meet, add wine and turn on the lights to reopen the banquet.”

“She finally came out after being called for many times, still holding the pipa and half covering her face. "

The hall was suddenly silent for a moment.

Because Jiang Chen's poem suddenly changed from simple narration to description.

A shy beauty holding a pipa appeared in everyone's mind.

Some people even looked at Zhuo Shutong.

Because.

Zhuo Shutong had performed a pipa piece on stage before.

The scene of her holding a pipa on stage was almost the same as the poem written by Jiang Chen!

The eyes of several old professors were a little surprised.

Unlike other authors, they almost noticed the cleverness of Jiang Chen's poems at a glance.

This poem... is not only well-balanced and catchy, The most important thing is that there is a very strong sense of picture.

This is not something that ordinary authors can easily write.

Zhuo Shutong and the others were all stunned.

After much anticipation, she finally appeared, still holding the pipa and half covering her face.

It was written so well!

Just this one sentence.

They knew that they could not write it at all with their level.

Zhuo Shutong looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

This guy.

Can he really write poetry?

Zhang Hanmin frowned.

He could not help but stand up straight and took two steps closer again, wanting to see it more clearly.

Jiang Chen continued to write:

"Turning the axis and plucking the strings three or two times, there is emotion before the melody is formed."

"The strings are suppressed and the sounds are full of thoughts, as if telling the frustration of life. ”

.......

The hall was silent again.

Soon, more and more authors noticed something was wrong.

The words and sentences in Jiang Chen's poem are so beautiful.

Just a few sentences.

Read it softly.

The created picture can emerge vividly in the mind.

As an author.

They all understand that this is a manifestation of a writer's strong skills.

Use the simplest words to create the most vivid picture.

What's more.

Jiang Chen's poem is very comfortable to read.

The female host looked at the authors who suddenly became quiet around her.

A strange and puzzled look on her face.

What's going on?

Why did everyone suddenly stop talking?

Weren't there still many people commenting just now?

Why don't you keep talking!

Is this poem okay?

.......