Zhang Yuan got the pen and paper, closed his eyes for a minute or two, and started writing.

Mr. Qu and others on the rostrum were still not surprised. Even Mr. Zhong and others felt that Zhang Yuan was operating normally.

Monsters cannot be compared with ordinary people.

At this time, footage from the Douyin live studio and Kyoto TV station also showed Zhang Yuan.

When everyone thought Zhang Yuan would finish it in one or two minutes, one minute passed and two minutes passed, and Zhang Yuan was still writing furiously.

"Maybe the poem Zhang Yuan wants to write this time is relatively long."

Qu Lao thought of the previous song "The Road Is Hard". It was quite long and it was normal for it to take a lot of time.

Ten minutes later, when someone raised their hand to indicate that they had finished writing, Zhang Yuan was still writing on the paper.

Fifteen minutes later, half of the people had completed their poems, but Zhang Yuan still did not stop writing.

'Can't a big star just draft from the beginning to now?'

'I feel like I'm not sketching but drawing.'

'I can write three to four hundred words in fifteen minutes. It didn't take me half an hour to write the essay for the college entrance examination.'

Not only the netizens in the live broadcast room had questions, but several professors wanted to get together to see what Zhang Yuan was doing.

This makes everyone very nervous.

After twenty minutes passed, there were only a dozen students left who still had no clue. Zhang Yuan put down his pen and raised his hand.

"I finally finished it. It seems to be a long Yuefu poem."

Qu Lao immediately concluded that what Zhang Yuan wrote must be Yuefu poetry.

When the student collecting papers walked up to Zhang Yuan, the two said a few words, and then the student turned around and left without taking away Zhang Yuan's poems.

"What's wrong? Why don't you take it?"

The professor on the stage was a little anxious.

"Find that student and ask!"

Mr. Wang shouted to the host on the side.

The host hurriedly followed, and then walked over with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Zhang Yuan said that one piece of paper was not enough to write on, so he asked for another one."

"I...."

In order to arrange the poems he wrote neatly on the paper, Zhang Yuan had to space out each word a bit too much, and one sentence only lasted one line. When he was about to finish writing and there were not many words left, he realized that there was no room to write.

Then he raised his hand to ask for another piece of paper.

It is allowed to make alterations on the paper. Most people can have up to four lines of poems and twenty-eight characters, plus thirty-five characters for their names. One piece of paper is definitely enough.

Zhang Yuan can be regarded as setting a precedent in the ancient poetry conference.

Everyone in the live broadcast room could hear what Mr. Wang and the host said, and these guys were convinced.

‘Everyone else is writing poetry, but big stars are writing essays.

Make a decision.’

‘I absolutely don’t believe that Zhang Yuan could write such a long poem when he knew the title for the first time.

There’s something shady about this ancient poetry conference!’

'What you said above makes sense. Otherwise, why would there be no bonuses for the second and third place, only the first place?'

'Zhang Yuan didn't come first in the end, I'll do a live broadcast of standing on my head and eating shit!'

Most netizens do not accept that a person who is better than them becomes more awesome.

Comments saying that the ancient poetry conference had a shady story started flooding the screen.

Many people think that after Zhang Yuan got rich, he wanted to buy a competition champion to gild himself.

This kind of thing has not happened before in the entertainment industry.

Which actor has a doctorate or some architecture award?

The singer directly sells other people's songs and puts his own name on them, claiming that he is the original singer.

In recent years, this kind of thing has happened one after another, and Chinese netizens feel that they have the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

After Zhang Yuan got the second piece of paper, it took him less than three minutes to finish writing this long poem.

He raised his hand for the second time and handed the two pieces of paper to the student just now.

The ten professors on the stage all stood up, waiting for this student to come on stage. The long Yuefu poem told a story, which was far more touching than the quatrains.

"Pipa Xing, what he writes about is not musical instruments but people.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!”

Mr. Qu didn't read it out like he did in the first round. The poem was too long. At his current age, he would probably faint if he read it out in one breath.

"Look, Mr. Zhong, you have a once-in-a-millennium genius.

Quatrains through the ages, quatrains through the ages, any of the five poems Zhang Yuan has written so far would have been able to compete with ancient poets thousands of years ago."

"No, I have studied ancient culture for so many years. Even if Zhang Yuan returns to the Zhou Dynasty, he can defeat all the heroes!"

Mr. Zhong took a rough look at it and immediately gave Zhang Yuan a very high evaluation.

By the time Mr. Qu and Mr. Zhong finished reading "Pipa Xing", thirty minutes had passed. The other forty-nine students had all handed in their poems, but no one noticed it.

"Wang Qiong, come and read this song "Pipa Xing" to everyone."

In order not to waste time, Mr. Zhong made an extremely correct decision.

The host reads it to everyone, which saves time and waste of circulating it. Moreover, it is difficult for the professor here not to fall into this Yuefu poem when he sees it. When he comes to his senses, he no longer knows what time it is.

"Okay, Mr. Zhong."

Wang Qiong signed two pieces of paper, took the microphone and spoke to the media.

"At the request of Professor Zhong of the Chinese People's University of China, the organizing committee, I will recite "Pipa Xing" by Zhang Yuan from the Chinese People's University to everyone.

Pipa Xing

Zhang Yuan

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn..."

Wang Qiong gave Zhang Yuan a lot of respect and said Zhang Yuan's name twice.

Reciting Zhang Yuan's poems in the second round is equivalent to telling other participating students that you are out of luck.

This poem alone could win first place.

Mr. Qu and the others don't even want to read the other forty-nine poems. Who doesn't digest it after eating a big meal and continues to eat dark dishes made by strangers?

"Moving the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, adding wine, turning on the lights, and re-opening the banquet.

He came out after calling for thousands of times, still half-hiding his face with his pipa in his arms."

"Eternal Quatrains!"

Mr. Sun couldn't help but sigh.

If his level is higher than Zhang Yuan's, he would be happy to make a few comments. Now the ten professors are speechless because they are afraid that the meaning of his comments is not what Zhang Yuan meant.

When modern people evaluate ancient poetry, they do so casually, regardless of their level.

It was impossible for those ancient poets to jump out of the coffin to refute, but Zhang Yuan was in the audience. If these professors commented a few words and Zhang Yuan stood up to refute, their long-standing reputations would probably be destroyed in one day.

"Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, at first it was a colorful dress and then it was six pieces.

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads fell into the jade plate."

"Wang Qiong, wait a moment."

When everyone was immersed in the poem, Professor Zheng from Kyoto Normal University asked the host Wang Qiong to continue reading.

"What's wrong with Lao Zheng?"

The rest of the people didn't quite understand why Professor Zheng did this. Wang Qiong's voice was more magnetic, and his recitation was also very pleasant. It was really uncomfortable to be interrupted.
Chapter completed!