Tang Ke straightened his collar: "I'm also a science student, but I remember Song Yaozhuo and Gu Xiaojun were arts students, especially Gu Xiaojun who majored in Chinese literature."
Xie Tingsi looked at Gu Xiaojun, who was so tall and seemed quite different from the stereotypical image of a liberal arts student: "Brother Junxiao, really?"
"Back then, we only had to choose between arts and sciences. I didn't study hard, and I was bad at physics and biology, so I switched to arts in my senior year of high school." Gu Xiaojun laughed heartily, his eyes full of roguish charm.
Yu Qiuchi hadn't expected Gu Xiaojun to study literature, which was quite different from his background as a tattoo artist.
"However, I changed my major later in university and switched to design."
This game was a huge blow to Jiang Chenzhou. His knowledge of poetry was limited to what he learned in elementary and middle school, and he had almost forgotten it all.
[This is really targeting Zhou Shen!]
[Come and guess who will survive to the end!]
If we're going by position, we'll start with Yan Qing.
Yan Qing: You ask when I will return, but there is no set date; the autumn rain in Bashan swells the pond at night.
Tang Ke: A caged bird longs for its old forest, a fish in a pond yearns for its former deep pool.
Jiang Chenzhou: Birds roost on trees by the pond, a monk knocks on the moonlit gate.
...
After several rounds, Yan Qing was unexpectedly eliminated first. He was stuck for a moment and couldn't remember. Then it was Jiang Chenzhou and Xie Tingsi.
The final showdown between Yu Qiuchi, Tang Ke, and Gu Xiaojun is left.
Because there were too many rounds, the young lady changed the rules: "Next, you not only have to say the poem, but also the author and the title of the poem."
This significantly increases the difficulty.
Yu Qiuchi didn't think much of it. His maternal grandfather liked to study these things, so he naturally followed suit: "Peach blossoms fall, the pavilion by the idle pond. The vows of love remain, but the letter is hard to send." - Lu You's "The Phoenix Hairpin"
Tang Ke readily admitted defeat; he was a novelist, not a professional poet: "Qiu Chi stole mine."
Now only Yu Qiuchi and Gu Xiaojun remain to fight for supremacy.
"Does the passage from 'Liezi: Yang Zhu' count as 'A swan soars high and does not gather in a filthy pond'?" Gu Xiaojun asked.
"Yes, it does." The young woman checked and found that the statement did exist.
“A few specks of green moss on the pond, a couple of orioles singing beneath the leaves. It must be Yan Shu’s poem, ‘Breaking the Formation: Spring Scenery’?” The pressure suddenly shifted to Yu Qiuchi, and he asked hesitantly.
“The ink pool flies out of the Northern Sea fish, the brush tip kills the Zhongshan rabbit.” Gu Junxiao continued without hesitation: “Li Bai’s ‘Song of Cursive Script’.”
After several rounds of recitations, Yan Qing was overwhelmed by the unfamiliar and familiar verses: "Why don't you two tie for first place? Stop shocking ordinary people like us!"
[Add one! I'm shocked! I'm a Chinese literature major, for crying out loud!]
[I remember the young master's academic performance was similar to Zhou Shen's, right?]
[No, even lower than Zhou Shen (sneaks in)]
[I give up, I give up, you two just stop! I've already played a whole game!]
In the end, the production team adopted Yan Qing's suggestion, and the two tied for first place.
Tang Ke never took his eyes off Yu Qiuchi throughout the entire game. He remembered questioning Yu Qiuchi's educational background, wondering if it would affect his knowledge level...
In retrospect, it seems he was simply prejudiced...
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